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Survivors of the Unexpected
Hey guys, this is a story ive thought up releated directly towards the four survivors of left 4 dead and their mission through one of the maps. I wanted to go for a story with a bit of comedy in it so ive added a few unexpected things into their journey through the city.
Survivors of the Unexpected
Final Word Count: 3625 (Approx).
From the depths of hell, probably formed in some unknown lab or an irregular bowel movement, an infection was formed with the capability of turning normal citizens into ravenous zombies! In the middle of it are Four Survivors! Francis, Louis, Bill and Zoey!
Somewhere in some house, our four survivors are found defending themselves from the inevitable zombie horde!
Louis: “You will never guess what I found!”
Francis turns to Louis and looks at Louis uncaringly
Francis: “By the looks of it… an M16”
Louis: “In the Bathroom! I mean… Who would keep an M16 in the bathroom? What could they do, shoot someone while having a cra…”
Francis: “Kid, you’ll be surprised. Zoey has more down her pants than we do.”
Louis looks at Francis in confusion and then turns a weary eye on Zoey
Earlier that Day, Zoey & Francis were surrounded by a horde of zombies whilst trying to find supplies, with almost no ammo remaining.
Francis: “Zoey, we need to get out of here! Almost out of am… *Clicking from the gun* Scrap that, outta ammo!”
Zoey: “Don’t worry, I got a back up plan!”
Zoey reaches down into her pants whilst Francis looks at her in confusion. Zoey’s hands begin to pull back, revealing two Pistols. Needless to say, Francis gave a puzzling look at Zoey
Zoey: “What? My parents wanted to keep me safe okay…”
Francis acknowledges the fact as Zoey starts to unload bullets into the oncoming horde of Zombies.
Back at the house, Louis continues to look at Zoey, confused by what Francis meant by whatever was down Zoey’s pants.
Bill: “Hey Kid, stop fantasising and get your ass over here! I think we got visitors”
Zoey: “Fantasising? What are you going on about?”
Francis: “Eyes on the window sweet cheeks, we’ll be surrounded soon enough, we need to get outta here!”
Zoey: “Sweet cheeks?! I never told you to keep your eyes on the zombies when you were staring at my guns now did I… Now lets just get out of here okay?”
The team of ‘brave’ survivors set out into the midnight light with Bill holding the rear, secretly aiming his gun towards Francis, just in case… The team head out onto the road just to find abandoned cars, signs, body sprawled across the floor and an…
Zoey: “ICE CREAM TRUCK!!”
Zoey hurdles towards the truck in hope that the infected had left her some ice cream. She enters the truck and begins rummaging through the boxes.
Zoey: “Oh my god… Rainbow rockets! Hey guys! Look what I… There has to be something to get their attention ”
Zoey presses a button located in the truck. Bellowing ice cream music begins to play and the screams of the infected can be heard. Zoey, shaking her fingers in tune to the music, does not understand what she has done.
Infected storm towards the truck and Zoey quickly notices. However, the infected neatly line up at the window of the truck. Zoey stands up, in plain sight of the infected.
Louis: “What the hell is going on there?”
Francis: “Looks like those freaks want ice cream…”
Louis: “Hey Bill, can you believe this?”
Louis turns towards Bill, but doesn’t see him at all
Louis: “Dude… Where’s Bill?”
Francis simply points towards the line. In it was Bill chatting to an infected.
Bill: “So, you see that game the other night?”
The infected grunts and nods acceptingly
Bill: “In my days, soccer used to be a lot more fun… Just seems like it’s a test of how much you can fake an injury these days”
The infected grunts again, nodding once more. At the front of the line, Zoey was handing out ice cream to the eager infected. Unfortunately…
Zoey: “Sorry guys… All out of ice cream”
Back at the doorway
Francis: “Oh shit… That fat one looks pissed!”
The infected burst out in rage, diving towards the ice cream truck… The boomer unleashes a blast of bile into the ice cream truck. Francis and Louis quickly react and start shooting at the infected, taking them down one by one. Louis aims and fires his gun the infected talking to Bill.
Bill: “What are you kids doing? For a zombie, that guy was a lot more interesting than…”
Francis: “Can it old man, those zombies want a piece of Zoey!”
Bill turns, pulls out a shotgun and quickly unloads lead into the infected. Francis clears a path for Zoey to escape
Francis: “Zoey, get your ass outta there!”
Zoey quickly scrambles out of the truck window and heads back to the group. She reaches for a weapon on her back but can’t seem to find it
Zoey: “I think my guns in the truck…”
The group look towards to over turned truck and look at the Boomer guarding it.
Francis: “Hey Bill, tell your son to move his fat ass! Or at least to lay off the McDonalds…”
Bill: “That defiantly isn’t my son… The Hair is all wrong and I tell ya, he isn’t as good looking”
Zoey: “Guess ill handle this myself!”
Zoey reaches into her pants for a second time, Louis’s eyes gaze towards her in anxiety. As Zoey pulls out the pistols again, Louis simply stares unbelievingly. Zoey quickly begins shooting the Boomer and makes quick work of the bowling ball of bile.
Francis: “Louis… Hey Kid” *Hitting Louis’s cheeks* “Hey kid, you in there? Stop staring at Zoey…”
Louis snaps out of his trance and looks at Francis
Louis: “She had guns… In her… Pants…”
Francis: “Yeah… What did you think she had?”
Louis: “Well… After what you said, I would say…”
Bill: “Anyway… Now that that’s over… We have to go… That way!”
Bill points down the road, past another horde of infected. The group simply sighs and begins walking towards the horde. However, in the corner of Francis’s eye, he notices a shadow standing on top of the building. He looks towards it as it launches itself off the roof, landing in front of the group.
Zoey: “HUNTER!”
Louis: “Damn Girl… We are right next to you for crying out loud”
Bill reaches for his shotgun but Francis stops him…
Francis: “Hold on there, Grandpa… Let me handle this”
Francis slowly reaches towards his back, pulling out a short metallic stick… He begins to wave it in the face of the Excited Hunter
Francis: “You want the stick? You want it boy? You really want the stick?”
Francis lights the stick and hurls it behind the hunter. The hunter quickly reacts and leaps into the air, catching the stick in his hands. After landing, he holds the stick up high in happiness to show his achievement…
Francis: “3… 2… 1… and”
BOOM! The stick explodes, spreading the limbs and blood of the hunter all across the floor.
Bill: “I aint even going to question that…”
The infected hear the explosion and run towards the group. The group load their weapons and run towards the crowd of oncoming zombies… Firing wildly at anything that moves. However, they make quick work of the zombies.
Zoey: "Just... Just listen... For a second, can you hear that? In the distance?"
Francis: "The ice cream truck? You know we should really go turn that off..."
Zoey: "No not that... It sounds like crying, you think there is another survivor?"
Louis: "If zombies wanted ice cream, ime sure another survivor would have wanted one too... Seriously, I don't here jack..."
Zoey: "Hey… Shh… Quiet down… It sounds like its coming over there"
The group notice a woman crying in the corner of an alley
Francis: "Let me handle this, she obviously needs a mans touch..."
Louis: "I really do hope you mean a helping hand..."
Francis slowly walks up to the woman, steps behind her and attempts to comfort her
Francis: "Hey, there... Look it’s all right... We handled those Zombies. Come on, stand up..."
Francis: "You need a hug? I got alota' lovin' right here"
The woman nods and wraps her hands around Francis, suddenly, she turns on Francis, pushing him to the ground and beginning to rip him to shreds.
Francis: "Oh dear lord, oh jeez... Help me Guys... Zoe... Aww man!"
Zoey: "That bitch is off the hook!"
Francis: "Don't just stand there damn it, help me!"
Zoey: "How?"
Francis: "Shoot her for crying out l... Aww damn bitch lay off the nail... No, No Teeth damn it, go back to the nails!"
Zoey: "Ime out of ammo!"
Francis: "Pull her off, start a chick fight or someth.. Aww cra..."
Zoey: "I am not touching that crazy bitch, have you seen those nails... She needs a manicure or something!"
Francis: "Bill!"
Bill simply turns his head away as if nothing was happening...
Francis: "Lou... Louis!"
Francis: "Louis? Hold on a second woman”
The witch steps back off of Francis
Francis: "Where the hell is Louis?!"
Zoey: "No idea..."
Francis: "Whatever... Ok, carry on"
The witch dives back on Francis and continues ripping him to shreds. However, in the distance, the sound of the ice cream was getting closer... Then Louis comes speeding along in the truck, out of control and still unable to stop the music, he crashes into the witch, jamming her between the truck and the wall.
Louis: "Woooowie! That’s one crazy ride, I tell you that... And I got the music to stop! Walls really do help al... Hey... where’s Francis?"
Francis: "Under... here..."
Louis kneels down and looks under the truck, there is Francis lying there, badly cut with his head almost an inch away from the wheel of the truck
Louis: "I never knew you were a Mechanic because I think I totalled this thing"
Francis crawls out from underneath the truck, looks around drastically for the witch and then relaxes...
Louis: "What the hell happened to you... Zoey go all nails on you?"
Francis: "No, but that... bitch did..."
Francis points towards the witch jammed between the truck and the wall.
Louis: "Damn, road kill!"
Zoey: "Lets just get to the safe room alright..."
The group move on, this time, Louis covers the rear. They get to the safe room with no resistance between them, close the door and relax...
Louis: "Guys... This isn’t funny... Open the damn door! Seriously!"
Louis: "C'mon, open it! There could be zombies out here!"
Bill: "Francis, you were supposed to let him in!"
Francis: "That ass nearly ran me over!"
Bill: "That ass saved your ass! Open the door will ya..."
Francis walks to the door and opens it for Louis, obviously with no care whatsoever. Louis glares at Francis as he walks past.
Bill: "Everyone... Ammo count!"
Francis: "About 30 Rifle shots left here... Could use a few more mags for my pistol"
Louis: "I was out of M16 mags here, but it seems we got a nice supply of ammo over here"
Louis picks the magazines off the table and reloads his weapon. Francis and Bill do the same, but Zoey does not.
Bill: "Zoey... You going to grab any maga... Zoey?"
Bill turns around to find Zoey huddled in a corner eating ice cream.
Bill: "Where did that come from?"
Zoey: "It came from the..." *She fills her mouth with more ice cream* "this is good ice cream... Oh right.. Yea...The truck"
Bill: "I know that, but how did you get it past the zombies?"
Francis: "She probably hid it in the usual place..."
Louis: "Wouldn’t it melt down there?"
Bill: "Ime not one to question science... You've seen what happened recently, instead of questioning something, just deal with it..."
Francis: "Damn straight..."
Louis rolls his eyes and continues loading up on supplies. Zoey, after finishing her ice cream, grabs as much ammo as her pants can handle and loads her pistols.
Zoey: "We good to go guys?"
Francis: "I think ime as good as ill ever be today... Open the door Grandpa"
Bill opens the door with no zombies in sight… The group step out onto the street.
Francis: "Hold on a second, is that it?"
Francis points to a building just on the other side of the road
Francis: "Finally, the hospital!"
The group run across the road and enter the hospital, no body could be seen. However, Zoey has her eyes on a specific room.
Zoey: "Oh, a shop, gimme one minute! I need some bubble gum!"
Francis: " Your worried about gum? Priorities need to be sorted there…”
Zoey and Francis enter the store and look around, Zoey finds the bubble gum behind the counter and quickly runs over to the till. Suddenly, a large figure, packed full of muscle rises up from behind the counter holding a large chunk of earth, Zoey and Francis take aim at the figure.
Francis: "Shit! A Tank!"
Louis turns his head and looks into the shop
Louis: "You got us hooked up with the military... Oh right... One of those guys, never mind..."
Louis turns his head back round and covers the left hallway. Zoey stands strong and addresses the Tank
Zoey: "Back up... Put the rock down... and get me a packet of Tropical fruit bubblicious!"
Francis: "And some skittles..."
The Tank puts down the slab of earth and turns to the shelves, picking off some skittles and bubblegum, turns back around and then hurls the sweets at the survivors, knocking them to the ground. Whilst on the ground, Zoey and Francis begin shoot the tank, killing it with a headshot...
Zoey: "I never thought sweets in a packet could hurt that much... Anyway, here are the skittles you wanted"
Francis quickly grabs the packet of skittles and looks at them like a schoolboy with a chocolate bar.
The group continue, moving further into the hospital, with very little resistance as they travel up the stairs.
Zoey: "I don't get it, this place has elevators you know..."
Louis: "Zoey has a point, we have been on the move for ages... it would be easier with an elevator..."
Francis: "Ime surprised that Bill is still on his feet"
Bill: "At this age, pain really isn’t an issue..."
The group stop climbing up the stairs and head off into the hallways, they look around and end up at the elevator. Zoey calls for the elevator when a loud trampling of feet can be heard heading their way.
Francis: "Great... We got company... Stairs would have been so much easier..."
The zombies storm around the corner and the group unloads their weapons into the crowd. A few moments later the elevator arrives and the team quickly move back into the elevator whilst shooting. The infected stop and the group hold their fire. Zoey asks the infected:
Zoey: "You getting on or what?"
A few of the infected look at each other and then turn to Zoey, nodding their heads... They move into the elevator and look for an open space between the survivors. One of the infected turns to Francis and points upwards questioningly.
Francis nods and says: "Top floor would be good, thanks"
The infected presses the button for the top floor and the doors close, as the elevator rises upward, Zoey nods her head in tune with the elevator music. Bill once again starts a conversation with an infected and Louis confusingly looks around... Thinking to himself how things like this actually happen... The elevator stops suddenly, 1 floor below where they should be...
Francis: "Damn, were a bit short guys..."
The infected leave the elevator with a sigh. They move forwards for a few meters then turn on the survivors, lunging at them with full force. The group continue the firefight and make quick work of the infected... Once again, Bill is still having a conversation with the other infected, this time, Zoey raises her pistol to the infected's head and unloads a bullet...
Bill: "Why can't you guys just accept the fact that zombies make better conversation that you do? That’s the second time now..."
The group step out of the elevator, step over the dead infected and find themselves 25 floors above the ground.
Francis: "Damn... That’s some fall... Guess they are still constr..."
Louis: "Shh… Look, an infected..."
Louis looks towards an infected looking over the edge of the building and slowly moves behind it, attempting to keep silent. Louis raises a finger and prods the infected
Louis: "Hey, Douche..."
The Infected quickly turns towards Louis and attempts to attack him. But Louis pushes the infected off the building. The group look over the edge at this falling infected, expecting to hear some car alarm go off as it lands on a parked vehicle, but unfortunately for the group...
Francis: "Damn... That Zombie had a parachute! What sort of Zombie carries a parachute?"
Zoey: "What sort of zombie even knows HOW to use a parachute..."
Louis: "This day has been full of some crazy shit, ill give you that..."
A loud roar of tons of infected suddenly emits from behind the group, as they turn, a group of infected come hurdling towards the survivors. However, just before the infected reach the group, the 4 survivors move to the sides and watch the infected throw themselves off a building.
Francis: "Lets see them get outta that one..."
Bill: "They will probably end up doing some synchronised sky diving or something..."
The group once again sets off and come across a second safe room. Louis quickly jumps into the room before the group to stop him from getting locked out. Louis looks at Francis, as if he had accomplished something.
Francis: "What you looking at Kid? Think I was going to lock you out again? Now load up, you never know what’s going to happen up there."
For the final time, the group loads up on ammo and prepares for whatever could happen. They open the door to the staircase and traverse the final few steps. They open the door to the roof and step out onto the roof. No infected were there...
Francis: "Looks like were clear... By the time on my watch, I would say about 3 hours till he arrives..."
Louis: "3 Hours? Are you kidding me! You’re being serious aren’t you..."
Francis turns his eyes towards Louis for a second, and then continues to head over to the helipad.
Bill: "Put it this way kid, at least we can take a seat for a while... No more running from this point on"
The group sit down near the helipad and take a rest. 3 hours later...
Francis: "Times up guys... We should have transport out of here shortly..."
The group stand on the helipad and watch out for a helicopter when suddenly, the screams of hundreds of infected could be heard heading through the hospital, rising through the many stairs.
Louis: "Oh shit, I thought we would have got out of here without a fight..."
Zoey: "You’re not the only one, grab your weapons guys!"
The group pick up their weapons off the floor and face towards the staircase, the door breaks down and the first infected they see is:
Francis: "Bitch!"
Louis: "Ime sure I got that piece of road kill"
Francis: "I shoulda shot that drugged up bitch when she was pinned by the van!"
The witch, standing in front of the group of infected, grins at Francis, showing evil in her eye. She begins to storm towards the group, followed closely by an uncountable amount of infected.
Bill: "Incoming!"
From the back of the group jumps a hunter, diving directly at Louis. He aims his gun up and begins shooting the Hunter in midair, as the hunter gets closer, he shuts his eyes and expects the worst. A second later, the hunter lands in front of Louis, huddled over itself... Completely immobile.
The group begin shooting blindly towards the horde; Francis focuses his fire onto the Witch. As she is just about to reach for Francis, Bill takes a shot at her head, instantly dropping her to the ground. None the less, Francis looks completely stunned. Bill smiles and continues shooting into the crowd.
Zoey: "Guys, they are pushing us back! They are going to push us over the edge!"
Bill: "Just keep shooting! That’s all we have as an option at the moment!"
As the infected keep coming, the 4 survivors get closer and closer to the edge of the helipad, overlooking the city. They are just a few feet from the edge when the sound of a helicopter appeared in the distance.
Francis: "Sounds like our rides here!"
Zoey: "Sounds like there are more than one!"
Francis: "With all that food you've been eating, they needed a chopper just to support your weight!"
Zoey: "If we get out of this alive, you are so going to get it!"
Out of nowhere, a blackhawk helicopter rises above the helipad and begins unloading bullets into the infected. After, the group of survivors were unharmed, they look at the bodies of the infected sprawled across the floor.
The group turn and look at the helicopter. Unexpectingly, a boulder hits the propeller, sending the chopper spiralling out of control. The survivors’ hearts drop as they watch their ticket out of the city go crashing into the hospital. Zoey falls to her knees, crying as Francis puts his hand on her shoulder to try comfort her. Loud footsteps could be heard, Bill turns his head to see a tank staring at the group, accompanied by even more infected. Louis's arms become numb; his fingers become weak and his gun drops to the ground. They look towards the infected running towards them; they hang their head and look at their guns in anger... They look up at the infected and await the worst...
--- The End ---
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