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FOUR WEEKS AFTER FIRST INFECTION

Rayford, Georgia, U.S.A. (A.K.A. The Passing - The Underground), just by a bar's back entrance, an American soldier wearing an unconventional dark blue combat uniform named Snowden finishes up reviewing his journal, with the contents not shown yet from an audience's perspective. Then he keeps the notebook in his backpack, equips his Bullpup Rifle, enters the bar itself and rejoins his friends, Ed, Chase and Ray, who are playing Pool and trying to hit the jukebox at the lowest possible volume.

Snowden: *knocks on bar counter* Break's over, guys. Let's get a move on.

Ed: Alright, Snowden. Pack up, man.

Chase: On it. Hey, Ray— What the heck are you doing?

Ray: Trying to lower the volume of this thing.

Snowden: You can play Save Me Some Sugar later, Ray. Time to get back to work.

Ray: *sighs* Seriously, Captain America? I mean, I get your unwavering patriotism and everything. But don't you think Marc is getting a little bit ridiculous. First we bring him some Infected CEDA Agents. Then we get him our infected fallen comrades, which was not easy. And now we're supposed to capture Special Infected ALIVE?

Snowden: Hmm, now that you mention it, it is far from an easy task. We can't knock them out and the only way for them to stop is to kill them.

Ed: Are you saying Marc may have just given us an impossible assignment?

Snowden: Maybe. Think about it, three hours of trying and they just won't take a damn nap. Moderate and hard hits to the head with anything will just kill them.

Chase: Well I for one, say that we should keep trying. CEDA is depending on us to get this important data and they'll kick us out of their outpost if we come back empty-handed.

Ray: Oh, grow a pair of balls, eh? We got the whole world to explore without those public sector clowns. You're not a college student anymore, buddy. You're a grown ass man. Capisce?

Midnight Riders' Save Me Some Sugar plays*

Ray: Oh, shit! That wasn't the volume?!

Left 4 Dead 1 horde screeching*

Snowden: Jock up! Stay close!

Because Ray failed to tweak the jukebox's volume, a Panic Event occurs. While going through the horde a Smoker enters the room and coughs out clouds of smoke which reduces visibility and makes talking without coughing impossible.

Then a Jockey rides on Chase, drives him in front of Ed and Ray's line of fire, and steals his Pipe Bomb, Defibrillator and Adrenaline Shot before dismounting and running away. As the smoke dissipates, Ray accidentally shoots Chase in the shoulder.

Which makes Snowden revive him with his Stim Shot.

Chase: *yells in pain* Friendly fire!

Ray: Shit, Chase!

Snowden: I'll get him! Cover us! Come on, this'll help.

Chase: *exhales sharply* Thanks, Captain.

Snowden: Of course.

Ray: Sorry about that, bud! And sorry for this! But how long can they keep this up?!

Chase: My kit! That Jockey stole 'em! I'm going after him!

Snowden: Chase, no!

Ed: I'll go with him!

While Snowden and Ray try to wipe out the horde, Ed goes after Chase, who is blindly trying to go after the Jockey that stole his Pipe Bomb, Defibrillator and Adrenaline Shot. Then the College Graduate gets rammed and pummeled by a Charger.

Ed tries to save Chase but suddenly has to reload both his Scout Rifle and Glock Pistols. Then the Charger throws Chase right at the Marine.

While trying to recover, Ed finds Chase dead, smashed, beaten to a pulp.

Ed: NOOO! Chase is gooone!

Snowden: Light it up, Ray!

Ray: This one's for you, Chase. Sealing the area! *throws Molotov*

But as Ray leaves the bar, a Hunter, who was hanging on the ceiling, pounces on him, pins him down, and starts ripping him to shreds. Snowden tries to save Ray but more Common Infected keep surrounding and overwhelming him.

Things go from bad to worse as the Molotov Cocktail's fire spreads and burns Ray alive. And in just a few short moments, the Ex-Mafioso dies via disembowelment and third-degree burns.

Ray: Get, get, GET HIM O— *screaming in pain* *rip*

Snowden: RAAAAAY!

Ed: Ray, no!

Tank yells*

Ed: Snowden, get back!

Snowden: Dammit! We gotta get outta here!

Ed: There could be only one way out! The Historic Under-The-River Tour! Go on!

Snowden: Alright, fall back now! I'll cover!

Ed: No! You get yourself outta here! Leave! Survive! Live!

Snowden: I can't just leave you!

Ed: I'll buy you some time!

Then the Molotov Cocktail's fire gets put out by a puking Boomer, and another horde comes out of the bar. Preparing for a last stand in order to cover his team leader's escape, Ed drops his Scout Rifle, throws his Sticky Goo Bomb at the incoming Tank to stall it, equips his Glock Pistols and bids Snowden farewell before fighting to the last breath.

Ed: *gunfire* I can't hold them off forever! *yells* GOOOOOO! *gunfire continues*

Snowden: I won't forget you guys. God watch over you. SHIT!

Snowden retreats*

Ed: I ain't gonna forget you guys as well. OORAH! You're not gonna get Captain America, boys! I'm right here! SEMPER FIDELIS! *gunfire* *yells in pain*

gunfire stops*

Tank yells*

Snowden: Gotta keep moving.

Through the Under-The-River Tour's sewers and unlocked gates, Snowden headshots roaming Common Infected in his way without alerting their nearby buddies with his Stealth Pistol and treads through the water with everything he has as he hears the Tank catching up to him. While going through the tunnel leading to a small dock with a ladder, he throws his three Sticky Bombs on the ceiling as the Tank punches him onto the platform.

But in mid-air, the Army Ranger detonates his explosives and kills the Tank. Hearing another horde coming because of the massive explosion, and having lost his First Aid Kit, Bullpup Rifle and Stealth Pistol in the water, Snowden climbs up the ladder, runs up the stairs, opens the barricaded safe house door with whatever strength he has left, re-barricades it with a drawer upon entry and sits on the desk in order to catch his breath and keep the door closed.

Snowden: *panting* Smokescreens, throwing Chargers, Spider-Man Hunters. They've mutated. More than just the sticky Spitters. I should have seen 'em coming. I should have seen 'em coming! And now Ed, Chase and Ray are dead! I even left them behind. A Ranger never leaves a fallen comrade, no matter what! DAMMIT! *yells in frustration* Nice work, Snowden. Nice dumbass work, Snowden! You've just disgraced the RANGERS! *starts crying* Some Captain America I am. *whimpering*

As the banging on the doors stop, Snowden cries himself to sleep. On the next day, at first he thinks about wallowing in his self-pity.

But as he wakes up, looks at the dead fellow survivor from his CEDA camp sitting opposite of him and sees the sun peaking through the clouds, evident by the rays of sunshine coming in through the gaps of the safe house's exit, he decides not to do that. Instead, he carefully picks up the Glock Pistol from the non-infected comrade, picks himself up and sees what lies ahead.

Snowden: Alright. *exhales* I can mourn later. *cocks gun* But right now... I gotta warn the others. Or anyone, if those mutated bastards get to them. First I doubted you, now I hate you Marc. You... are gonna be grass after your sorry ass excuse... CEDA PR clown. Come on, Snowden. All of this... cannot be... for nothing.

Upon leaving the safe room with his gun raised, he hears some people talking nearby. He has never heard of the voices before, so he exercises caution as he comes around the corner on top of the stairs.

To be continued...

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