Left 4 Dead Detention

Home Bound

1 week after first infection

After slamming the door on the hideous man, Stewart and Jasmine raced to the front door only to be greeted by chaos outside. The plaza where the salon was located was a war zone. People were running everywhere. Mobs of people were attacking a couple, their loud screams deafened by the shrieks of the horde. A fat man vomited profusely onto a elderly woman and infected promptly attacked her. The mob viciously swarmed a man and his 3 year old son. The two watched in horror as people all around them were dying. The duo ran over to Stewart's SUV. They both climbed in and locked the doors. Stewart jammed the key into the ignition and turned, the engine roaring to life. The loud engine alerted a group of infected of Stewart's and Jasmine's presents. They bolted for the vehicle but were too late as Stewart stomped on the gas, speeding away.

“Are you all right,” Stewart asked.

“Yeah I’m fine. God dammit I'm covered in blood,” she moaned as she moved her hand to wipe her face. Stewart’s hand shot out and grabbed her hand.

“Don't use your hands, you'll just wipe blood in your eyes. Look in the glove box there there should be napkins.”

Jasmine moved her hand away from her face and towards the glove box. She opened it and napkins spilled out of the compartment. The napkins were from Subway, the light aroma of Italian bread and honey mustered still present.

“ He, for a second, I thought instead of eat fresh it said eat flesh,” Stewart chuckled.

“ That's not funny,” Jasmine said coldly.

The two sat there for a minute in silence.

“ Uh, wipe in the opposite way of your lips and eyes, so you don't get any blood in your mouth or eyes. I also want you to take a shower when we get to my place.”

“ Make sure when I'm in the shower you watch the TV for any news on this, this crisis.”

With that Jasmine wrapped the napkin around her finger and proceeded to wipe her eyes and mouth as instructed. When the napkin soaked up enough blood, she tossed it out the window. They drove 30 minutes to the suburb where Stewart’s house was located. The neighborhood seemed untouched by the chaos back at the plaza. Stewart stopped his car in his driveway and cut the engine. Stewart looked around to see if there was any commotion. When none was seen, Stewart nodded his head, signaling that the coast was clear. The two opened their doors, quietly, as to not alert any infected they might of missed. Stewart got out of his side of the car, looked around, saw nothing, and went to Jasmine's side and guided her inside. Once inside, Stewart locked the door's deadbolt and turned to Jasmine.

“ Go to the shower, I’ll get clothes for you,” Stewart said as he pointed to the bathroom.

The bathroom was in the hallway that leads to the bedroom.

Jasmine complied and went to the bathroom. She opened the door and shut it behind her. She then slid down the door to the floor. She softly sobbed as the grisly images from work came back to her, especially the one of the 3 year old boy.

“Come on Jasmine, you have to keep yourself together,” she said softly.

Jasmine then turned on the shower, set it to a comfortable temperate, and proceeded to take off her clothes. While in the shower, she took extreme caution making sure the water didn't go in her eyes, nose, or mouth. She looked up through the skylight in the shower and saw some birds pass by.

“ Lucky bastards, able to fly away when we have to run for our lives.”

Meanwhile, Stewart looked around for clothes Jasmine could wear.

“ I'll get clothes for you,” Stewart mumbled as he looked for clothes, “you don't even have clothes here. And I can't give you any of my clothes because they're to big and that would be, weird.”

Stewart walked around for a bit when he remembered Jasmine had some leftover clothes from when she spent the night 2 days earlier. He went to his room and sure enough, they were there shoved in a corner. The outfit consisted of some skinny jeans, a light pink and white striped scoop neck top with a white under shirt, undergarments, socks, and pink low tops. He picked them up and went to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

“ What,” Jasmine asked from inside.

“ I found you some clothes but there from two days ago, is that still okay with you?”

“ Yeah just leave them on the counter.”

Stewart went into the bathroom and placed the clothes on the counter. He then walked out into the living-room sat on the couch and turned on the TV. The TV was was a wide-screened TV that was on the stand that was tilted in the corner. Stewart then flipped to the local news. Nothing, except the regular “Wash your hands” advice.

“ How can nothing be on the news? How can no one be down there covering that outbreak? Well maybe the did send someone down there but they died.”

Stewart then turned off the TV when Jasmine walked out of the bathroom.

“ What did the news say?”

“ Wash your hands, report the sick, drink fluids, other than that, nothing.”

“ Well that was helpful.”

“ Did you wash extra good?”

“ Yeah I washed so much I used up my entire container of body wash.”

Jasmine then went over and sat next to Stewart. Jasmine then hugged Stewart.

“ What are we going to do now,” Jasmine asked as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“ I don't know.”

They both sat there until they both fell asleep in each others arms. Their sleep was interrupted by frantic knocking at the door.

“Open the door,” cried the voice, “ let me in!”