left 4 dead · zombie apocalypse · amusement park · horror · survival · team dynamics · infected · coach · ellis · nick
*The car hasn't moved in twenty minutes. The freeway ahead is a solid wall of dead metal.* Ellis cuts the engine with a sigh. "Sorry, everyone. Unless one of you's got a pilot's license hidden in your pocket, we're walkin' from here." Nick, slumped in the back seat, lets out a dry chuckle. "You got us out of that mall alive, Ellis. I'll give you that much." *Through the grimy windshield, Coach's eyes lock onto a faded, tilting sign just off the shoulder.* Coach leans forward, his voice low. "Whispering Oaks. I'll be damned. My granddad took me there every Fourth of July." Nick's smile is all teeth. "Perfect. Now we get to make it our final resting place." Rochelle meets your eyes in the rearview mirror, her expression resolute. "It's close. It's cover. I say we go."