Purify my burden [Left 4 Dead fanfic] HIATUS

Alarm

"That kid was with an infected?!"

"Apparently."

"I don't know how he didn't die long ago but-"

"No. I refuse to believe that kid's story."

"But he sounded serious sir."

"For Jimmy's sakes- It's just the kid freaking out from lack of sleep or something."

"You're an asshole for not taking this kid seriously! Who knows what shit he went through!"

"All he's going to say is nonsense!"

He heard all of it.

In fact.

He was furious at them.

"All of that wasn't nonsense."

Calvin just sat up on bed.

He didn't feel like sleeping.

Not anymore.

"Was I meant to die?"

"He was different."

"He didn't-"

"..."

Calvin was guided towards a room with a metal door. He walked in the uncomfortable silent hall with two guards walking beside him with rifles. Calvin was terrified of that sight of the rifles.

He gulped. He felt.

Trapped.

What felt like 2763 years, Calvin finally met a metal door which one of the guards opened it. It revealed a man inside what seems to be an office. He looked like shit. Baggy eyes, hair all messed up, staring off to space.

"..Hello.?"

"Oh. Come take a seat."

Calvin cautiously entered the room as he heard the door close behind him.

Why would they call him in for?

Was he in trouble?

He thought.

He thought more.

"...so."

Calvin looked up as he snapped from his thoughts. His gut feeling was in agony. This atmosphere set an uncomfortable feeling on Calvin.

"Were you really with an infected? Or are you lying."

Calvin clenched his pants in fear and uncomfortable. He didn't want to talk. Why should he talk.

"He said he was."

Calvin claimed. Itching his forehead.

"..."

"Did he look like one.?"

The man's hands were tightening together more, still not facing Calvin.

"I um..I guess.?"

"Describe him."

"Um.."

The man turns around and hands out a paper. Calvin took a glance at the paper as he got closer to the table. The paper shown 8 people in it. All looked like zombies.

"You said it was a man right?"

Calvin nodded his head. The man crossed out two of the zombies. Which were labeled "WITCH" and "SPITTER".

"Can you recall what he looked like?"

"Recall?"

"...can you remember."

Calvin glanced again.

HUNTER

SMOKER

BOOMER

TANK

JOCKEY

CHARGER

.....

'There were more..?"

"..This one. The second one."

"...The smoker. Hm. I see."

Calvin was taking an opportunity to glance around the room. Checking out what the room looked like while sitting. Dark green room. Window curtains closed. Guns. Badges.

"Has..this Smoker ever attempted to harm you?"

"No."

"Did he show any aggression?"

"Not really.? He acted like..a normal person."

"What happened before we landed?"

"Um."

Calvin looked down. He didn't want to remember that memory again. Why should he? Shouldn't they know by now? Calvin didn't know how to feel about this anymore. All of this was too overwhelming. He just wants to go back to his old life again. It wasn't perfect but he found..

He..

.

"I..never found joy."

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"SHIT!-"

"WHAT?! WHAT'S GOING ON.?!"

"FUCK NOT NOW!"

The man barged out of the room immediately while carrying a rifle. Footsteps echoed in the hallways.

Everyone was yelling.

Screaming.

Pleading.

Running.

Calvin was sitting there.

What now?

Is he supposed to run?

Where?

There's probably multiple zombies out there.

Calvin turned his head.

Glanced at the window.

...

"KID!"

"FOLLOW..."

"...me."

...

He found a broken window.

Blood shattered glass everywhere.

They are screaming again.

...

Here they come.

OKOK LET ME VENT ABT THIS REAL QUICK. I'm just experiencing some burnout from drawing, writing, and I guess literally everything idk. Ik this chapter took long to come out I'm sorry. The next chapter will probably be interesting idk

Okay bye