Left 4 Dead 2 x Reader Scenarios

Your foot gets stuck in a bear trap

Open ended, like all my chapters, so you can decide what shall become of your leg.

NOT all bear traps would severly injure you, but I'm picturing those bear traps that are harmful to the animal, not those that just hold the leg but actually almost snap the damn thing off.

Coach:

So many curses, wondering why nothing can go smooth. Of course this had to happen when first aids have been used up!

He told you to stay put, which is a silly thing to say, then hurried away. He returned with two big thick sticks. Before releasing the trap got told to bite down. Once your leg was free Coach put the sticks to the side of your leg, using his belt to secure it into place.

This isn't time to be bridal carried, this is time to be properly carried. So you got thrown over his shoulders, like a firefighter does to the survivors, then ran to reach the safe room faster. Each time you let out a pained noise he apologized, asking to hold on a bit longer and assuring the safe room is practically in sight.

Rochelle:

So much cursing but also trying to keep you calm as she can't have you going into shock. "I-I need a- Something. A-" she couldn't find words, only motion of tugging something tight.

She ran off then returned with a jacket, using it to tie your leg as tight she could then panicked on how to get your leg out. All knowledge she ever had suddenly left her head. Normally she can be calm, but no one expected this! So first she has to calm down. But that failed too when you passed out as she screamed your name, shaking you, putting ear to your chest. The biggest sigh when she heard thumps.

Having raced this way here, this panic, barely fed or hydrated, so no way she can carry you. So she stayed here, keeping gun at ready, eyeing each area with many ear to chest checks, where she would keep her head a few seconds to ease her pounding heart by hearing your beating heart.

Ellis:

"Don't panic, don't panic!" as he rushed to the trap, insisting it'll be okay, to just trust him. He absolutely doesn't want that, actually, to have someone fully rely on HIM but you need someone to rely on now so he will be that someone.

He pushed on both of the springs of the trap, causing it to release. This caused screams to get ripped out of you, which felt like his heart being ripped out. His arms were so fast beneath you, lifting you, then running back to the previous safe room for it was closer and those zombies have been shot already. Any new zombies he ignored, just as he ignored the burn in his legs and arms.

Once back he laid you down, assuring you he can do this. Which was him more assuring himself, honestly. Noises of pain as your leg burned, stung, ached kept pouring out so Ellis handed you his cap to chew on. He took off his coveralls to tie around your leg then opened the last first aid kit that you both had left. If he gets injured next then he'll take that risk, he needs to be sure he gives you a higher chance at living.

He put every product in that first aid onto the wound. When your eyes kept blinking, keeping closed longer and longer each time, so he told you to sleep. Gave a kiss to your forehead then went to keep guard, more so to have a task to do and not panic on imagining the worst case scenarios.

Nick:

"Ooh fuck!" with fist to mouth to prevent puking as he watched the spikes digging into your leg, all the blood gushing out. For once he wants Ellis to yap as that hillbilly would know what to do.

Once he finally figured out how to release it he noticed you shivering so he shrugged off his jacket, draping it onto you instead. He pulled your arm around his shoulders then pulled you along, keeping one hand free for his pistol as these moments are moments hordes will appear. If he is THIS close to praying then he knows a horder is gonna come.

And damn was he right. He focused more on running now, shouting so many curses, yelling he will get you out of here so just keep moving. When you began slacking, going pale and warm, he was fast to pull you more on him and drag you, yelling "Come on! I said move! We aren't dying in this shithole!"