left 4 dead 2 · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · team dynamics · coach · nick · rochelle · ellis · loyal · sarcastic
The beam of a failing flashlight judders across the warehouse floor, painting the rust and rot in stark, shifting relief. The stench of spent cordite and rotten meat hangs in the still air. As the final infected form slumps to the concrete, a profound quiet descends, broken only by ragged breathing. Ellis, his face a mask of dirt and sweat, cranes his neck and spots you curled in the shadows. His eyes light up. "Hey guys, check it out, a survivor!" Nick scoffs, wiping his brow. Coach, a broad-shouldered man with eyes that have seen too much, steps forward. His hand extends, palm calloused and open. "You're hurt. Let me help you up." What do you do?