Left 4 Dead II

Chapter 4: Nick

Nick stares at himself in the mirror, a smirk forming across his face wearing a white suit. He licks his hand putting his hair back some.

"You know, there is no good side to you" his girlfriend Sandra tells him, folding up her arms staring at him in the doorway.

"Sandra" he turns around now facing her,"you looked better when your not dressed as a hooker".

Her mouth drops open, staring down at her mini skirt & top,"ASS".

"No, if you want an ass so bad? Then go to a farm" he adjusts his tie.

"When are you going to stop all of this?" She asks him,"all this gambling, drugs and women?"

"The day you stop smoking..do I look good?" Nick asks her, showing off his suit.

"Your going to a casino. You don't have to look like your rich".

"But I have to look like a someone" Nick kisses her head, then slowly walks out of the room heading to his apartment door.

"NICK?"

Nick slowly turns around facing her,"what?"

"I don't think it's working out between us" she pushes back some black hair from her face.

"Thank god. Being with you was like dating the devil's daughter. Difference is, the devil's daughter is hot" he exits his apartment.

"DICK" Sandra yells out, throwing her purse at him, but it hit the door instead as he closed it behind him.

"Nick?" A big man looks at him as he exits his apartment.

Nick turns facing the big man,"who are...." then recognizes the man's face,"Jeremy?"

"You stole money from us" Big Jeremy reaches into his pocket,"it's time you paid the piper".

Nick quickly kicks the man's knee, then knees his face & runs off down the street, pushing some people out of his way.

Jeremy holds onto his nose, pointing his gun pulling the trigger. The people around quickly run off after hearing a gunshot. Jeremy runs after Nick.

Nick quickly races into an abandoned building, kicking in the door and looks around for a place to hide almost out of breath. He hears the bigger man behind him, and finds something.

"You damn con artist" Jeremy runs into the building with his handgun, pointing the gun, finger on the trigger,"you 35 year old piece of crap. This isn't time for hide and seek" then heard a noise behind him in another room.

Nick runs out from behind a door with a crowbar and slams it into Jeremy's leg, hearing the man cry out, dropping the gun in pain.

Nick picks up the gun, pointing it at Jeremy's head,"who sent you?"

"Please, just do it..." Jeremy points the gun to his head,"do it then, pussy".

Nick pulls the trigger, but the bullet flies past his head shooting his leg,"I'm not playing around. IF I ever see you again ? Your going to wish you were dead".

Nick backs up, staring at Jeremy the gun still pointed at him,"You want to know what my rule is? Don't trust anyone and look out for number one".

"You have NO idea who your fucking with" Jeremy yells to the man in a suit.

Then an air raid siren is heard, Nick turns away, "the hell is that? A nuke?"

Jeremy runs at Nick and tackles him through a thin wall, and starts to punch him with right hands. Nick tries to cover up, then pushes Jeremy off & reaches for something in his pocket, Jeremy runs at him again then Nick forces a big pocket knife into his chest, blood starts pouring from his wound.

Nick backs up as Jeremy falls to his knees, staring down at the knife stuck in his chest, then falls backwards.

Nick takes a deep breath, police sirens heard off in the distance, looking down at Jeremy putting a finger to the side of his neck,"oh god, what have I done?" Having never actually killed anyone before.

Jeremy looks up at his killer, spitting out blood, then lays there completely motionless. Dead.

Nick grabs at his knife, pulling it out and looks out a window, he grabs the gun stuffing it into his pocket,"I'm sorry" he tells the dead corpse, and closes his eyes as an explosion is heard.

Nick spits out a tooth, walking back out, the bloody knife still in his hand, watching a group of people rush down the street.

"What's going on?" Nick asks.

"The end of the world" an old man runs into him, noticing no pupils in the man's eyes,"has come" then runs off with the crowd.

Nick puts the knife into his back pocket, a little freaked out, turning to the television as a newslady talks about the recently reported flu that's been going around.

"As if this world wasn't fucked up already" he looks out, down the street," I guess this means no casino night?"

Off in the distance, a man with tattoos, a pump shotgun and a small beard would drive on past the sign reading 'Now Entering Savannah'. The man on the motorcycle stops short,"fucking hell".