Curing the infection.. One bullet at a time.
No One's POV:
Recently, about 30 minutes ago, a foursome of survivors came to Y/N's safe house; they had just fought off an infestation attack, and these guys had balls of steel.
But, Y/N was glad to see real smiles, not raiders' smiles. It was another couple of minutes before Y/N spoke.
Y/N: So you guys aren't raiders or infected?
Bill: Son, we are immune and not infected, hungry at most.
Y/N: All right then...
Y/N tossed the boys some food, and then they started eating.
Y/N: So you're going to the Mercy Hospital too, huh?
Louis: Yes, we're on our way there. From there the Chopper Pilot will pick us up and we'll get the hell out of there.
Y/N: Okay... If it's on our way, why don't we start walking now?
Francis: Now is not an option brother, we just escaped from angry zombies, and an hour later we weren't dinner for Tank!
Y/N: Wait... What's a Tank...?
Luis: Don't think of it as the kind that drives around and blows stuff up. It's worse than that.
Y/N: What do you mean?
Bill: They mean that big thing blows up everything it sees and hears!
Y/N: Well... We just don't want to get caught by it.
Y/N felt someone staring at him. Turning his head to the left, he noticed this girl Zoey, she looked at him, 'cause he had saved her from the Hunter earlier.
Y/N: Hey, are you okay? Again, sorry about that Hunter.
Zoey: What? Oh yeah... It's okay...
She turned away from the Y/N, her cheeks flushed like she was a tomato. After eating, everyone was ready to go.
Y/N: I'm ready.
Bill: Ready?
Francis: Hell yes!
Zoey: Yes.
Louis: No problem.
Y/N's POV:
I opened the doors of House's safe, and what I saw shocked me, the floor was ruined and something was burning on the stairs.
Y/N: There's obviously something wrong here.
Louis: You have to be more careful.
Y/N: Um, I get it.
We started moving around the subway, shooting off the infected, it smelled so bad it made me want to vomit.
Y/N: God, what a horrible stench...
Bill: I heard Boomer...
Y/N: Guys, let's stop for a bit, are we going exactly as planned?
As I was talking, Boomer started sneaking up behind me.
Y/N: I realize there's a rescue waiting for us there, but are we sure we can make it...
Zoey: Y/N, from behind...
Y/N: One sec?
Bill: Turn around...
I turned around and saw this picture of Boomer standing in front of me, ready to puke on me.
Y/N: Holy shit!
I shot him and he burst, but his vomit got on me.
Y/N: Ugh, shit. That chubby guy shit all over me!
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Left For Death (Left 4 Dead x Male Reader)
قصص الهواةTwo weeks after the first infection. You are a 22-year-old man traveling around looking for other survivors in this big mess, you survive to avoid contracting the green flu and becoming one of them. Your fate is now in your hands. The 7 Campaigns.
