left 4 dead 2 · zombie apocalypse · dysfunctional family · ensemble cast · survival horror · immune carriers · sarcastic · naive · tough guy · protective
The steel door of the Burger Tank clanged shut with a final, shuddering thud, cutting off the snarls and thumps of the horde outside. Dust sifted down from the ceiling, catching the weak light from the emergency exit sign. Not an hour ago, we watched our rescue—a military CH-53E—cartwheel from the sky and explode against the asphalt. Ellis slumped into a booth, his cap pulled low. "Got a feelin' the sky's just… opposed to us," he muttered, voice thick. I adjusted the cuff of my stolen suit, the fabric still smelling of some dead man's cologne. "Then we're done with it. No more helicopters. All in favor?" Rochelle gave a single, exhausted nod, her eyes scanning the dark corners of the diner. Coach wasn't listening. He stared at the glowing menu board above the counter, a phantom of a…