Left 4 Dead Detention

Nightmare

" Tell me again why we're going to pick up your friend," Jasmine asked as she got out of Sara's red Ford Focus. They were parked in front of Sara's house. It wasn't really Sara's house, it was her roommate Trisha Kennedy's home. Trisha's house was located down the road and a street over from Marty's house.

" Trisha's my best friend. I can't just leave her," Sara answered back as she got out of her car. She had a backpack on full of food from Burger Tank. She was designated the food carrier. Her shotgun was slung on her back behind the backpack. It was fully loaded with a additional 8 shotgun shells in the front pouch of her backpack. Sara had also been given Stewart's flashlight because she knew where she was going.

" What if she's dead," Jasmine said.

" How can you say that? I said she had heartburn, not the fucking plague."

" Sara, she might have the Green Flu," Marty said as he got out of Sara's car.

" So now you're taking her side."

" No Sara. All I'm saying is we need to be careful. We're not leaving without Trisha, right Stewart?"

Marty's question caught Stewart completely off guard as he got out of the car. Stewart searched Marty's face hoping for an answer. All Stewart saw was one of the most serious looks Marty has ever given.

" Uh, whatever you say Marty," Stewart answered confused. Marty's face eased up. Stewart followed Sara up the porch stairs, Marty and Jasmine close behind. The house was old and dated. While the paint was new it couldn't hide the 60's style architecture that hid underneath. An edgy roof that juts out farther than it should. Red brick on the sides of the house trying to accent the white wood siding. Purple paint was visible on some of the wood's edges, the work of a inexperienced painter. The white wooden porch creaked with each step of the group, further showing of the home's age. Sara shined her flashlight over on a potted plant next to the door. She walked over to the pot and lifted it, revealing a silver key underneath. She picked up the key when she noticed a black mark next to the plant. It looked like someone had poured black coffee and it had stained the wood. She felt the stain with her hand.

" What is it," Stewart asked.

" It feels like, burn marks," Sara said as she brought her fingers into the flashlight's beam. They were black as charcoal.

" Burn marks," Stewart questioned," how come the whole porch didn't just catch fire?"

" How the fuck am I supposed to know," Sara whispered back.

Floor boards creaked somewhere within the home. Someone was inside.

" Trisha, are you inside, we're coming in," Sara said calmly as she put the key into the lock. To her surprise the door was already unlocked. Sara slowly opened the door. Inside stood Trisha with her back turned towards the door. All the lights were on in the living room. The tv had a please stand by symbol playing. Muffled music could be heard playing somewhere.

" Trisha, Trisha lets go," Sara said.

" Look," Stewart said as he pointed to Trisha's head," she's wearing headphones, she can't hear us."

Long white cords came out of Trisha's ears and disappeared down the front of her neck.

" Well, go get her," Stewart said to Sara.

" You sound hesitant," Sara said back.

" Fuck guys, we're going to be here all night if we continue to talk about it," Jasmine said as she moved in front of Sara and Stewart.

" Get your shit together Trisha we're leaving," Jasmine said as she grabbed Trisha's shoulder and spun her around. Seconds before, Marty was the only one to see the bright green liquid pooling around Trisha's feet. Marty was the only one to realize what Trisha really was.

" Jasmine! No! Don't touch her," He yelled as Jasmine spun Trisha around. Trisha's lips were completely dissolved away. The acid had disintegrated the chest area of her uniform, revealing an assortment of different sized burns. Green spittle dripped out of what was left of her mouth. Trisha had become a Spitter. A look of horror spread across Jasmine's face as she realized she was within breathing distance of an acid spitting special infected. The Spitter lunged towards Jasmine but was blocked when Stewart made an almost superhuman rush towards the pair. Stewart pushed Jasmine out of the way as the Spitter grabbed his left arm. He yelped as she grabbed him. Stewart grabbed her hair, pulling her off of him. A small amount of acid had gotten onto his shirt, burning the left sleeve off at the seam. Stewart let go of her hair and pushed her, causing her to fall. She hit the ground. Jasmine went to the left side of the front door way, Stewart the right side. The Spitter looked at the four at the door. A hideous hacking sound erupted from the Spitter's throat. From her throat came a phlegm encased ball of acid. It shot out of her throat, aimed straight at the door. Sara and Marty moved out of the way just in time. Just in time to see the green acid sack land and burst upon the hood of Sara's car. The red paint turned a rusty color as it flaked off under the sizzling green mess. Jasmine looked back at the Spitter. She was trying to get back up. Jasmine took that time to pull out her pistol, turn off the safety, aim, and pull the trigger. The sound of the gun firing painfully stung the whole group's ears. The bullet however, hurt the Spitter even more as it went straight through her head. The bullet exited out the back of her skull, sending a shower of blood onto the floor. The Spitter dropped for the final time.

" Is everyone okay," Jasmine asked as she put her gun away safety on. Sara ran past Jasmine crying as she went down the hallway and into the bathroom. Marty looked at Jasmine.

" What? I did it to protect the group," she snapped defensibly. Before Marty could even utter a word, Stewart said something that sent chills down their spine.

" She bit me."