Disclaimer: I definitely don’t own anything from valve!
Warnings: graphic violence, zombies, eventually smut.
Summary: They made it through Savannah, through the everglades of Florida, they even made it across the bridge in New Orleans. But in a cruel twist of fate, the group must abandon hope and their rescue, when the military turns on them. Something much bigger is going on, a battle that surpasses the humans vs the infected. Things are changing, and the only beacon of light is an island off the coast.
Amazing art done by dattongue
As soon as the door was open the room became clouded with a light wave of smoke, the dark swirls clinging to the ceiling. The groans and growls of the infected were loud and nerve wrecking. Ellis didn’t like having his back to the zombies, but he wanted to be able to have an option of a sneak attack in order to keep the infected at a lower number for Nick and Rochelle, he was going to need to suck it up. Listening with bated breath, Ellis’s hands tightened on the crowbar between his fingers. After just a few more seconds, Ellis couldn’t take anymore. He peeked around the corner of the mattress, wanting to see what was the hold up.
Dozens of pale milky white eyes snapped to him in an instant, their hungry gaze causing his skin to prickle. “Shit,” he whispered, dodging behind the bed again, heart racing. A collective roar echoed all throughout the hall.
“Jesus,” Rochelle whispered, “how many are there!”
Ellis could hear Coach grunting, trying to force the door closed after four blood shoes dashed past the hick and headed straight for Nick and Rochelle who swung with all their might. The bodies dropped to the floor, adding to the strange obstacle course Rochelle had constructed.
“Okay, let another one in!” Rochelle shouted.
Ellis stood straight, deciding a sneak attack was pointless in a room this small before cracking open an elderly woman’s skull, gritting his teeth and turning his head away as her blood splattered on his face. “Ugh,” he groaned, yanking the curved metal teeth out of the splintered cranium. “Gross.”
An infected raced past him, focused squarely on Nick who just brought the wood down on its forehead with a tight, bored expression. Ellis looked over to Coach to see him grunting, his face a darker shade than normal as he tried to shove the door closed. There were arms and hands shoving between the door and forcing it to open. Coach’s feet began to scrape the floor as the massive amount of infected all piled against him.
“Shit! I can’t hold them off!”
Ellis’s heart began to race in his chest again, he swallowed his thickened saliva as he shoved forward, twisting and turning to avoid tripping over the carefully assembled barricade. He rushed to Coach’s side, swinging his crowbar down on the infected who had managed to shove not only its head, but its upper torso into the room. “Fuck,” Coach wheezed, his eyes glazed and wet from the smoke surrounding him. The infected’s dead body was pinned between the door jam and the door itself, slumped and shaking as other infected tried to shove past it. Ellis just swung his weapon down again, dealing with at least five infected before the door was just too far open to be shove closed again.
With a hoarse cry, Coach was shoved back against the wall as the door burst open and at least a dozen heads bobbed, fighting to get into the room first. “No!” Ellis gasped, bringing his arms up to cover his face and a small woman leapt at him, the momentum knocking them both back into the suitcases and broken pieces of wood. Ellis shouted in pain, his eyes wide as infected swarmed him. Some ran past, trampling him as they went, heading for Nick and Rochelle who quickly became outnumbered. Coach was trying to wrestle the door closed again but it was pointless, there were too many bodies in the way.
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