Left 4 Dead

We miraculously made it this far, but we all knew the worst was yet to come. We made it to the river and the rumors are true. There is a boat ready to pick us up; we just have to endure a little longer. Surviving one last onslaught is all we need to do. After much debate we decide on a small bathroom somewhat close to the dock. It is incredibly cramped; especially considering there will be four of us with guns a blazing in here shortly, but it is the best bottleneck we can find. After much preparation we stuff ourselves in while Francis radios the boat to come pick us up.

He barely makes it back to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him as he enters. Francis is still panting as the first wave assaults the door. The door lasts mere seconds between the relentless zombies and our auto shotguns. Minutes pass and our position seems strong. None of us has moved more than an inch since the attack began, but no undead have crossed the bathroom doorframe yet. We might just survive this after all.

Everything is quiet. How quickly they let up. Is it over? Oh no, that sound…. It’s a Tank! It’s too late, we are all still in the bathroom, we can’t get out! Everyone unloads everything they have, but the giant won’t go down. I hear Louis’ bones crack as the Tank takes him down. Oh god, not Louis. The Tank is still coming strong. His backhand catches me and flings me over Bill and into the wall. Ow, I’m okay, but damn that hurt. Francis draws its attention next, I watch horrified as he is pounded into oblivion, all the while Bill is firing his gun like mad. Francis doesn’t make it, but his sacrifice is not in vain. The Tank falls to the ground, down for the count. Bill takes a deep breath as he helps me up; we aren’t out of this yet.

The two of us fend off another giant horde, how did this many people get infected this fast? A boomer blinds me, but the cramped situation allows me to fire blindly into the door regardless. A smoker grabs Bill, but quickly falls under our hail of fire.

Finally, wounded but still standing, we hear the boat alert us of its arrival. We look at each other and simultaneously sprint toward the boat. Five feet out of the bathroom and a hunter nails me. I see Bill take off running without me, the coward! Oh god, I am going to die, the hunter is ripping me to pieces! At least Bill will make it; I can see the boat coming in!

I watch through blurry dying eyes as Bill makes one last rush down the dock. He dives headfirst into the hull of the boat and falls into the water. As my vision fades, I see Bill being mauled by at least a dozen zombies. It was all for naught….
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OH COME ON! We were so close! Why the hell would you jump into the front of a moving boat instead of onto it! Who does that?! In the event of an actual zombie apocalypse I know which roommate I’m leaving for dead… JOE!
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