"I can't do this much longer..." Nick thought to himself.
He had been crawling through the mud, blood, and shit in the sewers ever since the outbreak, that was what, 12 hours ago that it started?
"Shhhhhhhit. I'm getting really fucking dirty here. I gotta get some new clothes when i get outta here." Nick thought to himself.
When Nick had emerged from the sewer exit he looked himself over
"God DAMNIT" he shouted, unknowingly attracting the undead to his position.
"Well this is gonna get fuckin' messy." Nick thought, grabbing a piece of rebar to defend himself.
For 45 minutes Nick slashed, hacked and stabbed at the infected as they just kept coming, seemingly endless until the very last zombie hit the ground.
"Damn, well that was oddly more fun then i expected." Nick said to himself.
Nick wandered into a nearby town and looked for a clothing store until he came upon a tuxedo rental store on the far west side of town. Luckily for him, the windows were already broken in when he arrived, so no alarms.
The Convict looked around the store until his eyes fell upon a nice white suit on the far wall.
"Hmm, yeah alright this'll do" Nick said as he took the suit off the hanger. He looked himself over in the mirror, gazing in disgust at the formerly orange jumpsuit that had been turned the most stunning shade of red.
When Nick had put on his new suit and cleaned his face clean of blood, he continued to loot the town, stealing a gold chain necklace and 4 rings.
Nick left the town as fast as he could, never looking back.
Until he reached the evac center.
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Fighting For Survival (Left 4 Dead 2 Fanfic)
FantasyNick, having just escaped prison, and having his first encounters with the undead and their specially mutated counterparts, fights through the infested city with nothing but the weapons he can find and his trusty guitar.
