all right. By apparent popular demand...
My husband tells me that all of his gaming friends wanted the rest of the fanfic that I posted here and on the game-central.org forums.
I'ma post it here from my dad's comp so I can proofread it again then post it to the forum.
Whatev'.
I didn't think that I'd be able to cry ever again. I was proven wrong.
The four of us; Bill, Louis, Francis, and I; were staying in another safe room high up in a office building, patching up after a Boomer brushing, when we first heard the helicopter. I couldn't quite place the sound, but Bill and Francis recognized it immediately. They both rushed to the window outside the safe room, weapons drawn and ready, and Louis and I followed curiously behind. We both reached the window in time to watch a large black helicopter circle around a nearby skyscraper three or four times then travel off.
"I really hope that wasn't the last time they'll be here," Francis said.
"Maybe they'll be back tomorrow?" I asked.
"Only one way to find out," Bill replied and lead the return to the safe room.
The next day, we carefully traveled around the building hunting for food and other supplies. The security room was loaded with ammunition, and we loaded up on what would be convenient to carry, it hindered rather than helped to be weighed down by supplies and weapons. Towards the evening, we returned to the same safe room and kept silent waiting for the chopper.
All four of us perked around the same time to the thwop thwop sound in the distance. We carefully moved to the window to watch as the machine circled a few times again and returned the way that it came.
"Okay, we have to get to that rooftop by tomorrow night." Bill said. "We should leave around mid-afternoon. This will be our last night here, one way or another."
The next day, while we waited, we contemplated the options.
"Best scenario? We get up there and the chopper comes back," I said. "Worst case?"
"We get killed on the way there," Louis replied dismally.
"We get killed on the roof," replied Francis
"We get there and they don't come back," Bill said darkly.
We all looked at him, but we didn't say anything. We all knew that was a possibility, but we were willing to take the risk.
The sun began it's descent to the horizon, when Bill stood.
"It's time."
We all stood and checked that our weapons were working properly, then filed out of the safe house, listening carefully while walking through the office building for any additional infected that may be there.
Francis shot a Boomer in the distance and it exploded harmlessly, preventing it from alerting the horde to our presence. We kept walking.
I heard the Hunter's cry at the same time as Bill, and we all looked for a place to get out of the way. I saw an apartment building with the fire escape up the side and alerted the men to it. We were turning towards the building when the Hunter leapt on to Louis and began slashing at his body. We opened fire on the Hunter and the few infected that accompanied it. After Louis was clear, Bill helped him up and towards the building. We didn't see the Smoker.
It looped itself around Bill's ankle and pulled him into a large group of the infected. We all began shooting, but we were too high up to make sure we weren't shooting Bill as well. I don't remember screaming while I was shooting, but I guess I was, because Francis clapped a hand over my mouth, and we watched, confused, as Bill's pack came flying out of the mass of infected and a red light began flashing. I realize now, that Bill had thrown his supplies out of the way and pulled out a pipe bomb. Holding it aloft, he attracted any other infected that might have been in the area and blew them all the fleshy bits along with himself.
We all looked at the area where Bill had lain, stunned. I felt the tears prick at my eyes, but knew that we couldn't afford to cry now. Francis and Louis both yelled at me to stop when I began climbing down.
"Then cover me, assholes! I'm getting his pack." I yelled back at them. The both began watching for any infected that may come after me while I was descending the ladder. I reached the pack and hefted it over my shoulder. I took one final glance at the blast area and softly said, "Goodbye Bill." I wiped a single tear from my eyes and climbed back up the ladder to the roof. We needed to get to that chopper.
We slowly worked our way to the building and up it without much interference. There were many infected, but no special infected. We mowed down a path and reached the roof, anxious to see that helicopter in the distance. More and more infected traveled up the building to get us, but we kept mowing them down. My face broke into the first smile I had had since the outbreak when I heard that thwop thwop again.
"Look!" I said and pointed towards the sky. The men both chanced a glance to the sky and saw the chopper, then returned to keeping the helipad clear. It seemed like the sound of the machine attracted more and more infected. We kept the monsters off the pad, exploded another Boomer in the mass of infected, keeping the goo off of us, and watched as the chopper acknowledged our existence and tried to land on the pad. We knew that it wouldn't land unless it was safe.
It was hovering about ten feet off of the ground when I heard an unfamiliar sound, accompanied by a rumbling.
"Tank," Louis and Francis whispered at the same time.
I looked at them both, I didn't know what they were talking about. I watched apprehensively as the largest infected I had ever seen ambled up onto the roof.
"Oh holy fuck." I said.
Francis tore Bills pack off of my shoulder.
"Louis," he said. "Get Zoey on that fucking chopper."
Louis nodded, I was confused.
"Wait, Francis, what are you going to do?"
"I'm gonna be the hero, baby. I told you they weren't coming for me.'
"Wait! No! Francis, we can take it on together!" I screamed after him, as he jumped down the stairs from the helipad to the roof proper and shot a huge chunk out of the Tank's shoulder, enraging it. I tried to follow after him, but Louis had wrapped his arms around my midsection and was dragging me to the chopper, which was descending the last few feet to the ground.
"We gotta hurry," He pilot hollered over the sound of the blades. I was still fighting to get back to help Francis, Louis kept his death grip on my waist. As the helicopter lifted back to the sky, I saw Francis look after it, straightarm a shotgun blast into a nearby infected, then turn back towards the Tank, molotov in hand.
Louis and I were soon too far away to watch the rest. I turned into Louis' shoulder and wept.
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Whoo Super cut!
I'ma post it here from my dad's comp so I can proofread it again then post it to the forum.
Whatev'.
I didn't think that I'd be able to cry ever again. I was proven wrong.
The four of us; Bill, Louis, Francis, and I; were staying in another safe room high up in a office building, patching up after a Boomer brushing, when we first heard the helicopter. I couldn't quite place the sound, but Bill and Francis recognized it immediately. They both rushed to the window outside the safe room, weapons drawn and ready, and Louis and I followed curiously behind. We both reached the window in time to watch a large black helicopter circle around a nearby skyscraper three or four times then travel off.
"I really hope that wasn't the last time they'll be here," Francis said.
"Maybe they'll be back tomorrow?" I asked.
"Only one way to find out," Bill replied and lead the return to the safe room.
The next day, we carefully traveled around the building hunting for food and other supplies. The security room was loaded with ammunition, and we loaded up on what would be convenient to carry, it hindered rather than helped to be weighed down by supplies and weapons. Towards the evening, we returned to the same safe room and kept silent waiting for the chopper.
All four of us perked around the same time to the thwop thwop sound in the distance. We carefully moved to the window to watch as the machine circled a few times again and returned the way that it came.
"Okay, we have to get to that rooftop by tomorrow night." Bill said. "We should leave around mid-afternoon. This will be our last night here, one way or another."
The next day, while we waited, we contemplated the options.
"Best scenario? We get up there and the chopper comes back," I said. "Worst case?"
"We get killed on the way there," Louis replied dismally.
"We get killed on the roof," replied Francis
"We get there and they don't come back," Bill said darkly.
We all looked at him, but we didn't say anything. We all knew that was a possibility, but we were willing to take the risk.
The sun began it's descent to the horizon, when Bill stood.
"It's time."
We all stood and checked that our weapons were working properly, then filed out of the safe house, listening carefully while walking through the office building for any additional infected that may be there.
Francis shot a Boomer in the distance and it exploded harmlessly, preventing it from alerting the horde to our presence. We kept walking.
I heard the Hunter's cry at the same time as Bill, and we all looked for a place to get out of the way. I saw an apartment building with the fire escape up the side and alerted the men to it. We were turning towards the building when the Hunter leapt on to Louis and began slashing at his body. We opened fire on the Hunter and the few infected that accompanied it. After Louis was clear, Bill helped him up and towards the building. We didn't see the Smoker.
It looped itself around Bill's ankle and pulled him into a large group of the infected. We all began shooting, but we were too high up to make sure we weren't shooting Bill as well. I don't remember screaming while I was shooting, but I guess I was, because Francis clapped a hand over my mouth, and we watched, confused, as Bill's pack came flying out of the mass of infected and a red light began flashing. I realize now, that Bill had thrown his supplies out of the way and pulled out a pipe bomb. Holding it aloft, he attracted any other infected that might have been in the area and blew them all the fleshy bits along with himself.
We all looked at the area where Bill had lain, stunned. I felt the tears prick at my eyes, but knew that we couldn't afford to cry now. Francis and Louis both yelled at me to stop when I began climbing down.
"Then cover me, assholes! I'm getting his pack." I yelled back at them. The both began watching for any infected that may come after me while I was descending the ladder. I reached the pack and hefted it over my shoulder. I took one final glance at the blast area and softly said, "Goodbye Bill." I wiped a single tear from my eyes and climbed back up the ladder to the roof. We needed to get to that chopper.
We slowly worked our way to the building and up it without much interference. There were many infected, but no special infected. We mowed down a path and reached the roof, anxious to see that helicopter in the distance. More and more infected traveled up the building to get us, but we kept mowing them down. My face broke into the first smile I had had since the outbreak when I heard that thwop thwop again.
"Look!" I said and pointed towards the sky. The men both chanced a glance to the sky and saw the chopper, then returned to keeping the helipad clear. It seemed like the sound of the machine attracted more and more infected. We kept the monsters off the pad, exploded another Boomer in the mass of infected, keeping the goo off of us, and watched as the chopper acknowledged our existence and tried to land on the pad. We knew that it wouldn't land unless it was safe.
It was hovering about ten feet off of the ground when I heard an unfamiliar sound, accompanied by a rumbling.
"Tank," Louis and Francis whispered at the same time.
I looked at them both, I didn't know what they were talking about. I watched apprehensively as the largest infected I had ever seen ambled up onto the roof.
"Oh holy fuck." I said.
Francis tore Bills pack off of my shoulder.
"Louis," he said. "Get Zoey on that fucking chopper."
Louis nodded, I was confused.
"Wait, Francis, what are you going to do?"
"I'm gonna be the hero, baby. I told you they weren't coming for me.'
"Wait! No! Francis, we can take it on together!" I screamed after him, as he jumped down the stairs from the helipad to the roof proper and shot a huge chunk out of the Tank's shoulder, enraging it. I tried to follow after him, but Louis had wrapped his arms around my midsection and was dragging me to the chopper, which was descending the last few feet to the ground.
"We gotta hurry," He pilot hollered over the sound of the blades. I was still fighting to get back to help Francis, Louis kept his death grip on my waist. As the helicopter lifted back to the sky, I saw Francis look after it, straightarm a shotgun blast into a nearby infected, then turn back towards the Tank, molotov in hand.
Louis and I were soon too far away to watch the rest. I turned into Louis' shoulder and wept.
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Whoo Super cut!