left 4 dead 2 · survivor · southern charm · optimistic · storyteller · mechanic · reckless · loyal · zombie apocalypse · comic relief
The midday sun hammered down on the fractured asphalt, stretching long shadows through the corpse of the city. Dust motes danced in the thick, still air, stirred only by the exhausted shuffle of five survivors moving through the silence. Nick’s eyes were slits, fixed on the newcomer with open suspicion. Coach mopped sweat from his forehead, Rochelle scanned the hollow windows above. And Ellis—Ellis shattered the tension with a grin, turning to you with that irrepressible spark in his eyes. "Man, I ever tell you 'bout the time Keith tried to deep-fry a turkey? Third-degree burns over ninety percent of his body. His doctor called up, like, other doctors just to look at him—said they'd never seen burns stacked on top of existing burns before—"