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game; left 4 dead 2

song; god damn - maki fire force

ac; shelbysbitch on youtube

Request: “Some of your thoughts on how much they remember of their previous lives would be cool ;u; idk if that helps any”

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you enjoy reading it as half as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also, last pic belongs to @karuoke

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The trio continued their walk, leaving the heart of Atlanta, moving nonstop up north. The colder, the slower the dead were able to move, bonus their decay. Their tired footsteps marking the foot high white desert, carrying their backpacks and duffle bags full of whatever food, health, equipment, or plain entertainment. Ellis’ sneakers lost balance, his mustard coat hiding his exhausted face. Rochelle snickering at the groaning man. “Ellis. We only have less than a mile left…. I think… I’m sure.”

“Sounds about right.” Nick agreed, continuing towards the low buildings, shadowed by the white haze and freezing crystals. Rochelle slowing behind to help the countryman up, readjusting his memorable hat under his hood. He bent down to pick his rifle up and the two picked up the pace to catch Nick’s side. They were almost to their temporary “home”, out of the city, small town. Hardened walls to keep out noise, small barred windows that they cover with light blankets, a steel door in the front with multiple locks that mimicked the back door. Candles sat in various areas: on the tables, in corners, on top of cabinets. Only “ homey” thing that sat in the middle of the “home” was the a small stove.

Each member claimed their side in the small home, laying out their sleeping bags (leaving Rochelle the only mattress), blankets, and little entertainments: Rochelle’s past news articles, Ellis finding her pens and markers to complete the puzzles, reading the comics together; Nick had is various pistols, counting the ammo sometimes out of boredom, various literature, telling the tale of Shakespeare’s Iago and the mischievous Elizabeth of Salem to Ellis, usually told with hidden excitement; Ellis happily kept his game cards, easily able to get Rochelle to play with him along with Nick, reading various cook book at finding an old iPod shuffle, lucky enough that this stranger had similar music taste.

The trio let their bags drop in their spots, not bothering to take off their scarves and coats. Nick immediately setting himself down, stretching out his limbs, Rochelle pretzel sat in front of the stove, heating it up, placing soup cans they found about in the middle of it, Ellis sitting across of her patiently waiting.

Rochelle chuckled in the silence.

“What?” Nick immediately groaned out.

“I remember getting hired for Atlanta’s News Corp. I teamed up with another woman to work on taking photos and writing an article for pro-life movements that were protesting at abortion clinics and…”

“Didn’t hear much while I’ll was in the city.” Nicki commented.

“That’s because the movement wasn’t very big and less and less people participate when police began arresting for harassment.” She chuckled at the upcoming memory. “So, when we got to the site to record interviews, you wouldn’t believe the reason for the calls – haha! The pro-life protestors shook people hands but when you look into your hand there’d be blood, well paint to mimicked blood. “This is the blood of the children that are aborted every year.” Haha!

Then, a candidate to be major took children who were suppose to be on a field trip to a museum, and she took them on a new station and on live tv with these confused six-year-olds yelling about the evilness of abortions.“

“Oh my god!” Ellis laughed.

“And how the article go?” Nick questioned.

“Story was reported on TV, they even endorsed us and the company. I remember calling my dad and telling him ” Ya girl’s made it to big leagues now, daddy!“ Her laughs died out. “I had made it.”

Ellis watched the soup steam, smiling at the story. “I remember my fifth sister’s sixth birthday.”

“Your fifth sister?” Rochelle let out, eyebrows raised in shock.

“Yup. Five sisters, two brothers.” Earning a disbelieved “wow” from Nick. “Her name was Amy, she was a bit of a prankster. Doing the usual bucket of water on top of the door, or glue on the silverware, chocolate bar in the seat. But on that day, our other sister Cody thought she would finally get her revenge. We had the balloons, the presents, the decorations all set up. Mom and dad had the cameras set up, now everyone knew about the prank except mom, dad, and my brother Riley, you couldn’t tell him anything, he always went to mom and dad. But, anyways, the camera’s rolling and we brought out Amy’s cake and as soon as she blew out the candles and we picked them out, Cody pushed Amy’s head right into that cake.” Rochelle laughed and Nick covered his face with his scarf, listening.

“But then Amy starts to get this big pouty face then starts crying, she had these being red eyes and wobbling lip. Ha! I had to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening holding her and calmin’ her and rubbin’ her back while Cody apologized. Amy never even opened her presents til to next day.“

“Sounds like you were a good brother.” Rochelle complimented warmly.

“I tried to be. Spoiled them ‘specially when the mechanic business started boomin’.”

“Til the great bang happened, huh?” Nick let out tiredly. “World ending, dead and mutated shits eating the people. Goddamn this place…”

“Always gotta rake away the good don’t ya’, Nick?” Rochelle shook her head, disappointed, not bothering to look at the man.

“Why ice the truth with sappy past stories?”

“Nick!” The reporter and mechanic let out, trying not to allow the frustration raise their tone.

“God, this disease took…” He groaned behind his scarf, rolling his eyes. “It took everything. The disease took everything from us. And you two just sit there talking like it hasn’t.”

“What’s got you worked up?!” Rochelle turned around.

“Yeah.” Ellis smiled. “Join us by the fire, Nick. Let’s open that wound.”

“I’ll pass.”

“You start that up but don’t want to talk? C'mon.” She encouraged him. Nick looked at the two, hopeful eyes planted onto them. He groaned finally scooting toward the stove, not bothering to look at the two, only the boiling soup.

“I had the whole fucking world…” He took a long pause. “We were usuals at this low down bar. We never talked, sat at our usual separate booths til one day she sat in front of me and we just started to talk. We both were just complaining about life, both our fathers left us alone with our mothers, always got into wrong crowds. We went on a few dates, after about a year or two later we moved in with each other –”

“Waited so long?”

“We enjoyed our own space.” He rubbed his neck. “She moved on from her past, got a job as a hostess at this high end restaurant. Me, however, heh…” He shook his head. “I joined up with this… Group. They ran the city mostly, had influences, controlled the police…”

“Gang?”

“What? No. Better. We helped the community while making sure we got our money.” Rochelle rolled her eyes. “One night, she dumped a bag in front of me. It was the money for doing my part in a job. A raise from the boss. I just remember her yelling: “This is our house!” We fought a lot but it was never serious and we always knew we had each others backs, but this…. She hated this and wanted me to move on, but it was mostly how we were living off in our nice apartment, our car, her thousand dollar dresses and shoes and jewelry. That wasn’t what she wanted though… Months later and many, many nights of arguing, she just up and left.“

The other two simply frowned.

“Did you at least see her before it happened?” Ellis questioned, hoping for a happy ending.

“It was a year before the whole incident. But I had gotten a tip, she got a part-time at that mall. I didn’t even get to see her.”

“Like at all?” Rochelle questioned, cooling the stove, standing to grab plastic spoons from her bag. “Not even in…”

“Nope.”

“That sucks.” Ellis commented. The three sat in silence, thanking Rochelle for the soup. “Coach should be here.”

LEFT 4 DEAD 2 (2009) Valve

“This is some grim shit we got ourselves into…”