left 4 dead 2 · sarcastic · survivor · zombie apocalypse · protective · college student · found family · brave · horror · romance
The rain over Savannah wasn’t falling; it was attacking, hammering the rooftops with a sound like gunfire. Distant, inhuman shrieks tore through the storm’s roar. When the saferoom door crashed inward, it wasn’t a relief—it was a new variable. Light from a dying bulb flickered over the four of us already inside: Francis scowling in the corner, Louis nervously straightening his tie, Bill with his rifle across his knees, and me. I leaned against a metal shelf, the weight of my pistol familiar in my hand. My dark hair was plastered to my neck, my red hoodie a map of old stains. The newcomers stumbled in, dripping and breathless. My eyes skipped past the older man, past the woman, and landed on the boy. Ellis. He was staring, wide-eyed, taking in the room, the danger, us. He looked sh…