L4D2 - Mess-Maker p4Gguuuhhbblll~
Nick watched as little Georgia rocked back and forth on the floor exuberantly, her legs slightly bent in front of her and arms poised outward as if she were about to pounce on something. Those colorful eyes were wide with wonder at nothing in particular as she cooed and made content gurgling sounds.
The con man's face remained as stoic as it had been when they first entered the safe room. It was a fairly large space for a back room of a jewelry store, filled with filing cabinets containing information regarding the shop's various clients and their orders. Two large white tables were situated near the back for jewelry repair, a few stainless steel watches of local brand strewn about the shiny plastic surface along with their tiny parts. Some cubbies used to hold individual customer's jewelry were pushed against the wall opposite the safe room door in a haphazard manner, as if they didn't originally belong there.
L4D2 - Mess-Maker p3~::~
A few more infected showed up later in the day as Nick, Ellis, and their unexpected fellow survivor, Georgia, all made their way further into the decimated city. There were miles of destruction caused by those fighter jets from earlier. They hadn't just blown up the bridge, they took out a large area surrounding it just for good measure. A lot of the buildings had been leveled or about ready to collapse, creating a hazardous terrain which made it nearly impossible for Nick and Ellis to even dare to traverse -- at least until they cleared most of the wreckage. Hiking wasn't a bad pastime or anything, but they weren't Bear-fucking-Grylls, for Christ's sake.
Coach and Rochelle would be lucky enough to come across a safe house that the team had stayed in not too long ago, since they were on that side of town. However, the mechanic and the con man would not be endowed with such fortune.
"Damn. I don't even know wh
L4D2 - Mess-Maker p2Warning: This has Nellis in it, just FYI. Don't like it? Oh well!
"Oh mah GAWD, is that what I think it is??"
Ellis dropped his machete and let his mouth hang wide open. Nick did the same with the sheet he was holding and shook his head incredulously.
"If by 'it' you mean a fucking baby, then I'm not the only one hallucinating."
"It looks real enough to me, Nick. Even sounds real!" Ellis said, leaning in closer to the crib. "I think it's a girl, on account a' all the pink."
"Okay, that's great and all, but the whole point is that there's a fucking baby here."
Ellis lifted an eyebrow at the con-man. "Yeah? What's so hard ta understand, Nick?"
"No, no, no. What's hard for you to understand is that this thing is here in the first place. After months of zombies strolling in and out of this city, how is it that it's still alive?"
"Well, how am I supp
L4D2 - Mess-Maker p1Warning: This has Nellis in it, just FYI. Don't like it? Oh well!
Even after the hundred-millionth time, he still couldn't get used to it.
Sure, it was the most effective way to get the job done, but if only it didn't have to be so
Gross for lack of a better word.
The sound of skulls caving in under deliberate force.
An onslaught of guts 'n' gore erupting from those fatal blows.
The wet gurgling noise that followed after.
It would make him puke any other day if he wasn't trying to avoid a similar, more gruesome, fate. Not to mention, the infected seemed to have the whole puke thing down to a T. Why add to the glut?
Nick loosened his grip on the baseball bat and let the cup of it tap the ground once he had finished off the last of the horde's stragglers. He wiped his forehead with the back of his free hand, careful not to let any sweat get on his jacket sleeve.
UMAP - Chewy LoveFrancoeur finished packing. Ever since Lucille, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Francoeur had been sexy.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing stabbed him, all was stanky. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going over a rainbow to become a horny lampshade.
Just then, there was a resplendent knock at the door. Francoeur opened it and stood there derpily for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his muffin top.
When Francoeur came to, Lucille was holding his cankle and looking fat. "My love," Lucille said loudly, "I'm sorry for the shitty shock. I've been shipwrecked on a scrumptulescent island for the last ten years, living like a mentally challenged chicken that drowns itself by looking up during a rainstorm. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my penis in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Francoeur could hardly believe his Lucille had returned. "I will always love you, penis or no penis. Besides, you can cover it up with a scar