Left 4 Dead II

Chapter 10: The Follower

Ellis would feel the fat bastard puke on him, greem slimy stuff would come out covering his body. Then off in the distance , infected are heard. As if the green stuff attracts them.

"Ellis?" Coach races into the tent, & stares at the big fat guy, the Boomer.

"Umm, guys? I think we got company" Nick grabs one of the guns from the bag, taking out a small SMG.

Coach points & shoots at the Boomer, then gooey green stuff splatters on him, & Ellis again.

"YUCK" Coach falls backwards after it exploded, trying to wipe at his eyes.

"Just my day" Ellis tells him, looking at his green clothes.

The group would quickly rush into the nearest building, Ellis first as they turn around, shutting the door and put chairs, bicycles and a heavy couch nearby right in front of it so it won't open. The door started to budge a few inches, but stopped. The sounds of the infected right outside as Coach tries to clean himself up.

Ellis would lick his lips, but then start to couch,"Those Boomers should have warning labels on them 'Don't lick, poisonous". 

Rochelle sits in the corner of cold room, looking around,"This is seriously all fucked up. I didn't believe in this supernatural crap until this...this hell".

Coach hears Rochelle , going down on one knee staring into her eyes,"Listen, we're all going to get through this. That I can promise you. Leave no man or woman behind."

Rochelle raises a head staring at Coach,"Do you really believe that? These aren't normal zombies like in the movies and tv-shows. These zombies run. How much longer can we run from them before our luck runs out? Luck is just something we can't afford".

Coach listens to Rochelle,"Luck, luck ran out the day this virus took over. Now? We have to fight. We have to take back what's ours. We survived Judgement Day, let's not give up and let's continue to fight for what we believe in".

Ellis leaned against the wall, looking down at Coach and Rochelle,"He's right" he says,"we can't afford to give up now."

"We are survivors" Coach continues to preach to Rochelle,"there's a reason why we're still alive. & there's a reason why those things out there hasn't gotten to us" he continues to stare at the young woman,"Now get off your ass and let's win this war" he extended a hand towards her.

Rochelle looks up at Ellis and Coach, then grabs Coach's hand sighing to herself,"fine" is all she says, getting back to her feet looking around at everyone, from Nick, to Ellis then to Coach and picked up her weapon.

"Are we done being sentimental yet?" Nick asks then, turning to the wall above.

"The Midnight Riders? Oh boy, me and Keith used to listen to em all the time" Ellis walks up to a poster on the wall showing a band, four members,"They were playing downtown?"

"I remember these guys" Coach smiles, standing by Ellis, patting him on the shoulder,"I wonder if they ever made it out?"

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Ellis turns to the group, standing by the poster pointing up at it,"The Midnight Riders has one of the best pyro shows in the country. I say we go to the arena, and set off some fireworks. Maybe that'll get some attention".

Nick shook his head hearing the idea,"Even if this plan was to work, making that much noise? We'll be dead in seconds. Stupid idea" he looks at the Redneck,"we'll be walking ourselves into a new nightmare. Do you have any idea how many people even came to that show? How many infected will be there?"

"That's why I always bring this with me" Ellis takes out a small pepper spray from his back poison.

Rochelle nods to the group,"So are we going to see this show or what?"

"I'll take the lead" Coach leads the group towards the nearest exit of the small building, reloading his weapon.

Rochelle would itch her right wrist, trying to hide it from the rest of the group. Some blood drips from her wound on her right wrist, not from a cut, but from a bite. Right behind her hiding in the shadows, a smoker would be standing, keeping silent, silent as a mouse watching the group head towards the exit.