Fighting For Survival (Left 4 Dead 2 Fanfic)

On My Own

(Narrator POV)
Nick was walking up the road to the evac center, when he sees the hotel the heli was arranged to land at on fire.
(Nick POV)
'Shit. What am i gonna do now? The fucking buildings on fire.' Nick thought.
I decided to go to the local gun store, might as well arm myself.
When i got there, the door was thankfully unlocked. I open the door and gaze upon the racks of wonderful guns.
Assault rifles, shotguns, range rifles, pistols.
I grab a m16, a deagle, and go on my way. But... Something catches my eye on the way out... A Gibson? A Gibson acoustic guitar sitting all on its lonesome in the corner of the room. 'fuck it, might as well.' i thought to myself, grabbing the guitar for later. I put the strap over my shoulder and walk out the door.
I walk out into the middle of a god damn horde. One screams and alerts the whole horde to my presence. They all start running at me, and i aim my m16 and start firing. I nail one freak in the chest, and he lands on the jukebox in a shop window. It kicks up and starts playing Bad Man By Bobaflex. I chuckle at this little event and keep firing, periodically walking foreward into the horde. I run out of ammo for my m16, so i put it back on my shoulder and begin killing wirh whatever is near me. In about twenty minutes, all of them are dead, some from bullets, and some from the chair i decided was a good weapon. I notice one is still alive and crawling towards me, so i plant the leg of the chair deep in his head and leave it. I look myself over and see.... No, it can't be... THOSE ASS-CLOWNS GOT BLOOD ALL OVER THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY JACKET.

"OH SWE-" i catch myself as i realize someone is crying near me.

I look over and see a girl, noticeably pale is walking, well more like stumbling, across the street in front of me.
'Are those... Claws?' i think to myself 'No, they can't be...'

I slowing inch closer, hoping to look closer to this new sight.
She begins to... Growl?
'Oh shit' i think as i jump back at the sudden growl.
She puts her head back in her hands, and bawls her eyes out.
I wanted nothing to do with this shit. I walk the other way, hoping to find a safe house soon.

I wander down the road, following blood signs, arrows, anything that will tell me where a safe room is. I hear a blood curdling scream in the distance, coming closer. Fast. I start to run as i realize what it is. I heard the guards talking about a new type of infected when i was in prison, they called it a 'Hunter' i think. They said it screams and lunges like a cat. I had the misfortune of seeing what they did.
One guard was giving me my lunch, when one tackled him to the ground, and just ripped him apart, only stopping to take a bite. They are vicious and disgusting.
As i ran, i heard it getting closer, so i grabbed my pistol, and spun around. I pulled the trigger three times, each bullet ripping into the Hunters face. He flew towards me, i barely dodged his body, and it smacked into the ground past me making a gross sounding slap.
I just kept walking, i had to.
'Just keep walking, you'll get there soon.' i kept telling myself.
I heard a gurgle behind me.
'Not. Fucking. Again.' i think as i sigh and turn around.
"Fatass." i said blankly, shooting it. It exploded, slashing me with guts and bile. I flew back a bit and landed on my back.
"What the hell?!" i shouted, getting up.
"Oh this shits, NASTY! GOD DAMN IT!" i screamed, looking myself over
I hear a distant scream, meaning a horde is near. I don't have the energy to fight off a horde right now.
I decided to jump into a nearby pond to clean myself off, and i did NOT fucking like that. The pond was dirty, with some bodies in the far side, so i hated every moment of it.
As i emerged i quickly ran toward where i saw a sign for a safe house.

One Hour Later

I finally find the safe house. I kick the door open, and rush inside, just barely miss one of those jumpy fucks from tackling me again.
I take a seat across the room in a cozy looking chair, and grab my guitar and start strumming out a song.
I start strumming Slow Dancing In A Burning Room by John Mayer

When i finish singing i realize that im crying, and someone else has come into the safe room and is... Crying with me?