Slasher Imagines/Scenarios (mostly NSFW... wink)

2k Special: Bo Sinclair but he's Ellis from L4D2

[Okay so yes this is a joke chapter... I was playing Left 4 Dead 2 the other day and noticed how much Ellis looks (and eerily sounds) like Bo Sinclair. I mean, look at this shit:

Am I crazy??? Am I the only one?!

Anyway, thankyou for 2 thousand reads! This chapter is just going to be a goofy imagine, Bo is basically Ellis and zombies have invaded the world except for the deserted as fuck Ambrose, Louisiana. Enjoy!]

~Ell- Oops, I mean Bo- Saves you from Ambrose (AKA The Stupidest Imagine You'll Ever Read)~

     Zombies are a thing now, of course. Everyone knew it would happen eventually, it just sucks that it had to be in your lifetime. Some sort of virus had appeared a couple years ago and ravaged humanity, it started slow only affecting clusters of people at a time and presenting as a flu. Suddenly everyone around you was either dead or undead, because it wasn't a "flu".
     You live alone now, lost somewhere in the south with no home and no idea where you're going. You were armed with only a hunting knife and relied on your agility and shakiness to survive. You'd been walking around aimlessly for months and you were losing hope you'd ever find any other living person, until today.
     You were walking carefully through a field on the side of the road when you heard something almost completely unfamiliar you had not heard in a long time: a vehicle. You popped your head up from the field and scrambled to the road to wave your arms desperately, refraining from yelling for help.
     The truck stopped a few yards away and you could see the driver shuffling around as you walked slowly towards the truck. Suddenly the driver swung open the door and stepped out, pulling out a shotgun beside him. He held it aimed at you as he walked towards you, you flung your hands up above your head to show you weren't harmful.
     "Get on your knees," he shouted aggressively at you. You stared at him like he was crazy, you were clearly not a zombie! "ON YOUR KNEES." You rolled your eyes and got on your knees slowly. He came closer and inspected you head to toe, then pulled out q flashlight and shined it in your eyes. You flinched and narrowed your eyes, but he finally let up. "Name."
     "Excuse me?" You looked up at the wacky man confused.
     "Your NAME. What. Is. It." He still held the gun pointed at you and he glared suspiciously at you.
     "I'm Y/N..." Your heart beat quickly as he came closer.
     "Bo Sinclair. Where you from?" He was close enough to where you could reach out and touch him but you kept to yourself.
     "Florida... Where am I?" You'd lost track of your surroundings months ago and had no idea where in the South you were anymore.
     He lowered his gun slowly. "You're in Louisiana girl. Ambrose is right over there, it's where I live." He turned and pointed to a distant town. "It's safe there. Get in the truck."
     You nodded and stood up slowly and walked to his dinky little truck and climbed in. He climbed in and tossed his gun onto your lap, making you flinch a little.
     "You ever shot a gun kiddo?" You shook your head no and he showed you how before staring the truck and rolling the window down. "Be a doll and shoot any fucker that comes after my truck." He tussled your hair and started driving. Thank god no zombies were in sight as Bo drove to Ambrose, a tiny little town. 
     When you arrived, he hopped out of the truck and came around to get you and his gun out. You slid off the seat and you handed him his gun. You followed him through a garage into a small home full of weapons and supplies. It was bizarre and almost heavenly, you haven't seen a place so well taken care of and stocked up in way too long.
     You stared in wonder at all the guns and weapons around you. You turned to look at him and he was digging through a closet, then turned with towels in his arms. "Lemme get you cleaned up, got a shower upstairs."
     You followed him upstairs and he started the shower for you then set the towels on the closed toilet seat. "I'm gonna be out here getting you some clothes, yell for me if ya need anything." He walked out closed the door and you heard him walking down the wooden creaky hallway.
     You washed yourself as quick as you could then hopped out of the shower and grabbed the towel. Before you walked out of the bathroom you wrapped it around you and looked for Bo. He was sitting in what you assume is his bedroom with a pile of clothes next to him and a first aid kit on his lap. "Here, put these on and I'll patch you up."
     You nodded your head and he turned around to give you privacy while you put the clothes on. He gave you one of his tee shirts and a pair of boxers. He turned around when you were dressed and you frowned a little as the boxers kept sliding down your hips. "Oh... here." He took off his button up and tied it around your waist gently. "Guess I underestimated how tiny you were... Sit down and let me patch you up, you're covered in cuts girl."
     You sat down on the bed and he went to work cleaning your scrapes and cuts with peroxide and bandaging you up. "You can stay here long as you need, my brothers and I have the place rigged to shit. No zombies gonna come n get you here." He smiled at you as he put the first aid kit away. "Promise."

     You hoped you would have slept better that night, Bo didn't have time to set up a place to sleep so he allowed you to sleep in his bed and he took the couch. You hadn't slept in a bed in so long, you thought you would be out like a light, but you only struggled to sleep. You tossed and turned and woke up frantically every time you dozed off until it was unbearable.
     You climbed out of his comfy bed and wandered towards the couch. Bo was sitting on the couch cleaning some of his guns when you came in. "What are you still doing up?"
     "I can't sleep..." You stared at him with tired eyes, you hadn't yet fully come to terms with the fact a stranger had taken you in after being alone for so long. You were relieved for sure and you desperately did not want to lose that stranger even if you knew nothing about him, just the company alone was nice.
     "Well why not?" He set the gun he was cleaning on the coffe rable and wiped off his hands.
     "Idunno... scared I guess." You figured that honestly was the reason, as strong as you were from surviving the apocalypse you were still afraid.
     "Ey, there's nothing to be scared of kiddo.  Ain't no zombies gettin into Ambrose. And you know what will happen if they do? Come with me." He stood up from the couch and wrapped a hand around your shoulder, guiding you to the door. He grabbed his shotgun and a flashlight and held onto you as he made his way outdoors. He walked quickly into the night carelessly, confident no zombies were around until he reached a tall building with a carved title near the roof saying "House of Wax". He opened the door and took you inside and shone the flashlight onto rows and rows of wax figurines that looked like real people.
     "Those zombies mess with Ambrose, they don't leave this place alive.
     "Are these all zombies...?"
     "Most of em." You furrowed your brow at that answer. Most? "Let's go back now," he said as he turned and started walking you back to the little house. Once back inside he put up his gun and walked you back to his bedroom and motioned for you to climb in.
     "Will it help if I stay in here? My brothers will be out guarding the house all night so you got nothing to worry about." You nodded your head and scooted over in his bed and pat it for him to join you. He climbed in and wrapped himself up in the blanket and rolled over to look at you.
     "So how'd you survive this long on your own? No offense but yer a tiny lil thing and you don't even got a gun." You shrugged slightly.
     "I guess I'm just used to being on my own and staying away from people. I have a knife at least."
     "A knife ain't gonna stop a mutant from tearing you apart, you need yourself a rifle." You shrugged again, not really caring to own a gun and yawned. "Right right... we gotta sleep for now. C'mere I'll keep you safe." He scooted closer and wrapped himself around you tightly, smothering you into him like a bear and shoving your face into his B.O.
     "You stink..." you huffed muffled under his arms. He chuckled and squeezed you tighter. At least he meant the safe part, you truly did feel perfectly content with him around and for the first time in forever you felt safe from the apocalypse. Just not from his stank.