Snowden: And that should be everything, and everyone.
Charmaine: *smiles* Cheers, mate.
Snowden: I knew taking more than needed was the right call. Congratulations, ladies and gentlemen. You're now free from The Green Flu. Non-immunes and carriers no longer. Courtesy of the United States Military and good ole modern Western medicine, you are all IMMUNE!
Left 4 Dead Survivors: YEAH! *cheering* *clapping* WHOOO! WHOO-HOO!
08:04:16, after saving Snowden, the Left 4 Dead Survivors drive back to the White House to receive the Anti-Carrier Luminal Agents, heal, rest and learn about one another. In the East Sitting Hall, Zoey hangs out with Ellis and Keith and shares Snowden's journal which she stole.
Zoey: Hey, Ellis. Can I hang out with you?
Keith: What are you looking at me for? Go talk to her, man.
Ellis: (quietly) Alright, alright. *clears throat* Yeah, of course you can. What's up?
Zoey: I kinda need your help. A new set of eyes to look at this.
Keith: What is it?
Zoey: Snowden's journal. I took it when I got his bag.
Ellis: Shit, girl. Well, what does it say?
Zoey: My whole time with the Captain, I thought he was planning to draft me, Francis and Louis into war. I took his journal to see if I was right, but it turns out... I wasn't. I... was wrong. I couldn't believe it but it was there. He never talked about a draft until I brought it up. And even then, he was always against it. The only things the journal have are details of the Special Infected, the Uncommon Infected, his thoughts and feelings about me, Francis and Louis, and how he felt throughout The Infection.
Ellis: *whistles* We really got lucky when we got him with us.
Keith: Yep. Man, despite all the failures he went through and all the deaths he couldn't prevent, he still didn't stop saving people. I guess that's what people like him do.
Zoey: And I almost shot him and nearly got all of us killed more times than one. Dammit, Zoey. What the hell were you thinking. I don't deserve Bill's dog tags. I'm the one that deserves to be shot in the back.
Ellis: Hey, now. Don't say that. Look here, he knows where you were coming from. He still didn't stop keeping you safe, right? If he can do that even if you do hate him, I'm sure he understands.
Zoey: *sniffles* Thanks, Ellis. Thank you so much for this. *hugs Ellis*
Ellis: *hugs back* Aw, you're welcome Zoey.
In the Yellow Oval Room, Smitty, Dusty and Ox share the reason why they had to lip-sync to Coach.
Dusty: We hated the idea of lip-syncing, let alone doing it. But when several other rock stars said that our vocal chords will eventually give up, we got scared.
Smitty: We worked long and hard to always keep our shows live. Until we discovered that truth.
Coach: Shit, I didn't know. I'm sorry.
Ox: Ah, how could you know? You ain't exactly a musician. *sighs* They never really say that there's a price to pay for entertaining people.
Coach: Hey, whether you sing live or lip-sync, I'll always be a fan. Besides, the songs are just half of the show. You guys are still the best in pyrotechnics.
Smitty and Ox: *smiling* *laughing*
Dusty: Oh, damn right. Thanks, Coach.
Coach: Happy to help.
In the PEOC, Rochelle, Louis and Marc try to find maps that can point to safety and a way out of Washington D.C. While Francis tries to hang out with the News Reporter and Vel tries to know more about the CEDA PR Head.
Rochelle: All these red X's, what do they mean?
Marc: They mean our teams there are gone.
Louis: Moved or killed.
Marc: Both, more likely the latter.
Louis: Shit.
Rochelle: Wait, your maps said D.C. already fell.
Marc: We thought that too. Turns out we were wrong when we actually got here.
Louis: We gotta find a new map.
Vel: Hey, Marc. How ya doin'?
Marc: Let's split up, Rochelle, Louis. I'll check this side, you check over there. You check that side.
Rochelle: Okay.
Louis: Alright, I'll let you know if I got something.
Francis: (quietly) Sweet. *clears throat* Hey, Rochelle. Been a while.
Rochelle: Yeah, it really has been. So, how are you?
Francis: Good, but I've been better. At least we have Snowden.
Rochelle: I agree. And I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad Coach, Ellis and I have Nick. Even if he can be an asshole.
Francis: Ha! I get it. Despite being a nerd and all, I'm also glad Zoey, Snow' and I have Louis.
Louis: I heard that! *laughs*
Francis: Hey, I'm... also glad you're still here. Really, cuz I like you. *smiles*
Rochelle: *smiles* That's sweet, Francis. I'm glad you're still here too.
Louis: *quietly cheers*
Marc: None, not much is going on Vel. Well, aside from trying to find a map out of the city.
Vel: Any luck?
Marc: Not yet.
Vel: I'm sure you'll find us a way.
Marc: Why do you stick by me? I mean, I'll be honest, I'm not exactly the most approachable person in the room.
Vel: Well, because you're CEDA, and I trust you. And I know how stressful work and the environment you're working in can be. I was making sure you can focus. Like you said, whatever we need to know about the zombie apocalypse, you know.
Marc: Thanks, Velma Knight. Appreciate it.
Vel: You're welcome, Agent Marc McCallum. And please, call me Vel. *smiles*
And on the Truman Balcony, Nick, Charmaine and Jake approach Snowden as he reassembles his Bullpup Rifle. Hoping he can find some ammo for it right around the corner.
[Bullpup Rifle cocks]
[Bullpup Rifle clicks]
Nick: Hey, Snow'.
Snowden: Oh, hey. Thanks for assisting and saving me back there. Thought that was it for me.
Jake: Well, your selflessness reminds me of a late old friend of mine. And he always wanted to help people in this shitty situation.
Snowden: *nods* I'm sorry for your loss. May he rest in peace.
Jake: Amen, brother.
Nick: Eh, figured I owe you one. Especially for not shooting or arresting me when you found out who I was.
Snowden: Ah, don't worry about it. A late old friend of mine, his wife and their infant son may have been a part of the Blue Italian Mafia but they had hearts of gold. Tell me, I'm just curious. Is it true that Hell's Legion and the Blue Mafia ran a pretty tight ship?
Nick: Yeah, us mafiosos handled weapons and money while the bikers took care of the drugs and prostitutes. Hmm. Hey, is that old friend of yours by any chance named Ray De Luca?
Snowden: Yes, actually. You know him?
Nick: More than that. He kinda convinced me to find a woman, get married and leave the crime world. But just as we were about to kiss, she got killed in a revenge raid by the Red Mafia. I got depressed, left the Blue Mafia, went to gambling and was eventually sent to jail in Savannah for cheating too much.
Snowden: Sorry to hear that, brother.
Nick: Don't be, sharing it actually helped.
Charmaine: *pats Nick's back*
Snowden: Hey, Charmaine. I went to the PEOC and found a dead Navy SEAL with your last name. Relative?
Charmaine: Cousin, my favorite one in fact.
Snowden: Oh. *bows head* Sorry for your loss. May God be with him now.
Charmaine: Thank you.
Snowden: Hey, wanna go for a walk? I think the White House Visitor Center's clear.
Charmaine: Yeah, I'd like that.
Nick: Before you ask, I'm good. You two should get outta here for a bit.
Jake: Agreed. We'll see you two later.
Snowden and Charmaine: *chuckling*
Upon leaving the White House, Snowden and Charmaine take a cold but relaxing walk to the Visitor Center. Inside, with the cameras everywhere, the Army Ranger shares something about himself with the Police Sergeant.
Charmaine: Must've been Hell to be a lone tourist during something like this.
Snowden: Mm-hmm. *looks around* Man, all these cameras and printing equipment remind me of home. I actually know how to work these.
Charmaine: You do?
Snowden: My dad was a photographer in Miami. He took pictures of all sorts of people from the average Joe to even world leaders.
Charmaine: Must've been a great photographer. What about your mum?
Snowden: She was a firefighter. One time, she was stuck in a forest fire with injured civilians and a functional private chopper abandoned by its owner. Only problem is she didn't know how to fly. And that nearly got her and her patients killed. After that horrible experience, she enrolled and passed flight school for helicopters and planes in case she finds herself in that scenario again. She even recommended me to do the same before going to West Point since paratroopers won't be taught that until they join Special Operations. Definitely served me well as Zoey, Francis, Louis and I took an air ambulance and a private jet to get here.
Charmaine: Most impressive. Hey, thanks for this walk. I really enjoy your company.
Snowden: You're welcome. Thank you for coming with me. I enjoyed yours as well. And, uhh, just between you and me, with that outfit in the snow, you are the definition of icy hot. You're the coolest and hottest lady I've ever met.
Charmaine: *smiles* Aw. *blushes* Thank you. Hey, wanna show me your photography skills? You know, take pictures of me, you, us.
Snowden: *blushes* I'd love that. *takes off Dark Blue Ops-Core FAST Carbon High Cut Helmet*
Snowden and Charmaine would then happily take pictures of each other individually and together. After printing them in equal amounts, the Army Ranger finally finds ammunition for his Bullpup Rifle.
As well as a Stealth Pistol, Laser Sights, a Combat Knife, Sticky Bombs, a First Aid Kit and a Stim Shot. At the same time, the Police Sergeant finds a map that looks like it has been updated, let alone touched, not too long ago.
Charmaine: No way. Matthew, you're gonna want to see this.
Snowden: Alright, two minutes. Finally, fresh rounds and gear.
[Two minutes later]
Snowden: Here you go.
Charmaine: Cheers. What'd you find?
Snowden: Ammo and new equipment. What about you?
Charmaine: Take a look at this map. It looks like it was edited not too long ago.
Snowden: It does. Also says there's one last active U.S. Military evacuation site in Southwest Waterfront Park. It's worth a visit, right?
Charmaine: Yes, I think so.
Snowden: Good enough for me. Let's take this, head back and share. Great find, Sophia.
Snowden keeps the map in his backpack and returns to the White House with a giddy Charmaine as he knew, remembers and calls her by her middle name. Then all of a sudden, as they reach the front doorstep, a horde is mysteriously alerted.
[Left 4 Dead 3 horde screeching]
Charmaine: Wait. What's caused this shit?!
Snowden: Good question, but we need to get inside. I can hear 'em!
[safe house door closes]
Snowden: Anyone in the PEOC?!
Louis: We're all here! We got 'em!
[Heavy Machine Gun fire]
[Minigun fire]
Charmaine: Has anybody found a good map?
Rochelle: Nothing here, ma'am.
Charmaine: Noted. But Matthew and I have some good news. We found one in the White House Visitor Centre. It looks kind of recent.
Snowden: Here we go. All the X's here mean the U.S. Military evac station in that particular place has been abandoned or overrun. Luckily, there is one more that could be active. Here, at Southwest Waterfront Park.
Jake: That's quite far away from the here. Last I remembered we were low on diesel.
Charmaine: Hey, do you remember those cans that say "Diesel" back in the Visitor Centre?
Snowden: Affirmative, I checked them before we left. They're definitely filled with diesel.
Nick: That means we have to go get 'em.
Snowden: That is correct, but only four of us need to go.
Jake: Also, as soon as we hit the road, we need to clear some of The Infected out on foot. Don't wanna get the Tour Bus stuck.
Snowden: Good call. I say we take turns. Zoey, Francis, Louis and I will grab the jerry cans and get back to the Tour Bus. Sound good, people?
Zoey: Yeah, sounds good.
Francis: Hell yeah, dude.
Louis: I'm up for it.
Snowden: Settled. Once we need to sweep the path, Coach's team will disembark and get to work. You peeps up for that?
Coach: Oh, yeah.
Ellis: Yeah, let's do it.
Rochelle: Good plan.
Nick: Good enough for me.
Snowden: Assigned. For the second time we have to clear the way. Midnight Riders, you're up.
Jake: You got it, Captain.
Smitty: Okay.
Dusty: We'll take it.
Ox: Seems good.
Snowden: Alright then. Third time. Keith, your team will be next.
Keith: Sounds good.
Marc: Sure, whatever gets me outta here. And it better be a God damn guarantee, Snow'!
Vel: I agree with Marc.
Charmaine: Let's do this.
Snowden: Hooah. How's it look out there?
[gunfire stops]
Marc: Looks clear for now.
Louis: We got 'em all.
Snowden: Copy. Zoey, Francis, Louis, let's go. Everyone else, get to the Tour Bus.
With a new destination and a new plan to survive and escape, the Left 4 Dead Survivors leave the White House and head for their assigned places and roles.