They Were Left 4 Dead

Deshawn and Jason made there way down the stairs when they were simultaneously hit with the smell. Dead, rotting flesh would remain a memory for the rest of their lives, and they just started.

Breathing through their mouths, they made it to the bottom of the stairs and spotted two zombies. After a quick look between each other, they crept up to them, and each stabbed a table leg into the head of their target.

"That was easy," Jason whispered.

Deshawn grinned and pulled the table leg out of his zombies head. Skulls are usually pretty hard, but they were brittle and mush for these undead.

"Aaaaah!" Spencer screamed before Jenny clamped a hand over his mouth. She looked pale as snow now, but at least she did something.

The quiet approach was over and the sounds of growls echoed throughout the decrepit building. Jason waited for the sounds to come closer and started popping shots at the incoming zombies.

While he missed quite a bit, his accuracy amazed him. The skill really did something great. Deshawn killed almost as much as him, but most of them were center mass and he used more ammunition.

Before they knew it, there was a stack of corpses in the hallway in front of them. Blood and gore everywhere and he wasn't even wearing shoes.

"What the hell was that for!" Deshawn hissed at the screamer after the undead were fully dead.

"I don't know what you expected," Spencer claimed as he rubbed his glasses. "In the game, the zombies don't come if the distance is too far no matter how much noise you make. Stealth is pointless."

Deshawn looked like he was going to raise his gun to the fatty's head so Jason decided to mediate dispute his thoughts to the contrary. "If you aren't going to do anything, Spencer, stay quiet."

"Of course," the greaseball said proudly. "It was an honest mistake."

Huffing to himself, Jason lead the way opposite of where the zombies came from while Deshawn and him searched the rooms of the floor they were on.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

The sounds of gunshots rang from where they killed the small horde. Jason was internally happy as he thought that either Jenny or Spencer could actually make an impact if they got over themselves.

Jason's mind wandered as he searched. The zombies reacted to noise so... oddly. He figured one loud noise would bring the whole neighborhood, not the floor alone. It is a different universe though and he's never seen zombies before. It's not like the bastard fatty said. He can't allow himself to think of this world as a game.

"I may be flippant," he said to himself under his breath, "but I'm not an idiot like that guy."

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"Not a game, not a game," Jason told himself for the nth time as he put on a jacket and toggled with a flashlight. He found it next to a pipe bomb that he tucked into one of his new pockets. He stood with a pair of work pants a couple sizes too big, boots that required 4 pairs of socks to they fit, and a black coat.

He found also found a kitchen knife that was currently tucked in his belt and tossed the table legs aside. They did their job but... the idea sounded better when Deshawn had it. These zombies were just too easy.

"Wonder if this shit uses game logic," Deshawn wondered aloud and pointed to a red bag with a cross on it.

"Who knows, even if it doesn't, better to grab it," Jason said as he picked up the med-pack. Inside was a roll of bandages and a jar of cream. Healing magical bullshit? He repeated his mantra about how it wasn't a game in his head.

They went back to where they left Spencer and Jenny and it looked like they hadn't moved. She still wore nothing but a t-shirt and slippers while he was just sitting cross legged, fingering his glasses.

All of their lives were on the line and the duo was just... so useless.

Pushing past them, stepping over the pile of corpses, the group made their way clearing through zombies until they came to a blocked stairwell.

Lo and behold, by linear logic, they found a hole in the ground by a kitchen where Deshawn and Jason jumped down, back to back, firing rounds at the incoming horde.

A few moments later, when Jason thought they were safe, abulging blob exploded behind him, covering Deshawn in green sludge.

Hearing a curse from his new brother in arms, Jason yelled up the hole, "Toss me a pistol now!"

He was honestly more than a little afraid of what would happen if he was here alone with the two hanger-ons.

He probably should have told them to turn the safety on, because a pistol landed on the ground, misfiring a shot into Deshawn's shoulder.

Quickly attempting to salvage the situation, Jason picked up the gun and fired three consecutive head shots, missing the fourth. After that, he panicked and started spraying rounds into the group.

*click* *click*

No more ammo in either pistols and he would die before asking the hanger-ons for help again. Two more enemies were left and Deshawn was on the ground, wiping the last of the sludge from his face.

Screaming in anger, Jason pistol whipped one in the head, feeling a crunch, as the last one bit into his arm.

"Fuck!" he cried out as he moved to block the clawed hand swinging towards his head.

It never came though, as one of the beautiful table legs speared the aggressor in the head.

And it was over.

Jason and Deshawn both lied on the ground panting. "Time to test game bullshit med-packs, man?"

Deahawn mirthfully coughed as he held onto his shoulder.

"At least the bullet went through clean, I wouldn't want to pull one out," Jason stated as he put the salve on the wound.

Ignoring the elephant in the room about how their teammates will be the death of them, they watched as the wound healed before there eyes.

And the sound of an elephant thudded next to them as Spencer jumped down the hole next to them.

"I'm soooooo sorry, I didn't know guns went off on there own, I knew that what those rednecks always said about how guns don't kill people but people kill people was all I lie!"

"Shut up, Spencer," Jason calmly said as he used some of the leftover bandages in the med kit to wrap his arm. The wound was only skin deep, the crunch noise he heard during the battle must have been the adrenaline talking or something else entirely.

Jason finished his wrap and slowly walked up to Spencer. The fat man shirked under his gaze, but he just took the ammo he was holding and kept the gun, stuffing it in a pocket. It was a really nice jacket he found.

"But... there was four of them for four of us."

His complaints were ignored.

"Aaaaahhh!" The woman screamed loud enough to alert the entire building, so both men turned their heads to see her pointing at Deshawn, who had a tongue wrapped around his neck and was being dragged to the window.

Sprinting as fast as he could, Jason reached the man and fired 2 shots point blank into the tongue and watched across the street as a hunter on a balcony started uncontrollably spouting blood from the limblike tongue hanging loose from its mouth.

After it died, both combatants sat down, exhausted. Jason said what they were both thinking, "I was just going to say to ditch them, but that thing was quiet as hell."

"That fatass shot me," Deshawn grunted. "He. Shot. Me."

"Eh, I'm not a fan of him, do what you want. I think we get more points if we keep him around though and we might need bait to live through this. It's exhausting."

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The rest of the way down the apartment was simple. The common zombies themselves moved so slow that they were picked off one by one as the group cleared each area methodically.

Exiting the building, they found themselves looking at a clear path with garbage and the parts of people pushed to the walls.

"This, was definitely a tank type infected, hopefully its far from the vicinity by now," Spencer presumed.

The alleyway was clear of the living dead and they made their way through the only path not covered in rubble and onto the street.

Here, the sixth sense that told them where to go started going crazy, so the group quietly crept past the cars that were parked and abandoned or crashed into each other.

Until an alarm went off.

The group's total sum of eyes tracked onto a slim zombie that jumped up and down on the car before growling and jumped, clearing at least 30 yards in one leap. It was headed straight to Jason's face.

In response, he fired as fast as he could, but the momentum sent him back into a building where he heard a cacophony of hundreds of growls.

Spencer started screaming at the top of his lungs as he left the other three towards the safe house.

Crawling back to his feet, Jason picked up the gun he dropped and sprinted to catch up.

When he looked back, he wished he hadn't as the horde was far too large to deal with by now.

Thankfully, they spotted two humans waving towards them and were closing in, but Jenny tripped.

"Of course she did," Jason cursed as he quickly jirked her arm and pulled her to the other survivors before they barricaded the door behind them.

They all made it to the first checkpoint alive.