Text L4D: shorts

[darklighter 4]

Left 4 Dead Survivor shorts.///

 

Rated M for letters

 

Nate ran. Ran as fast as he could. The 12 year old boy slammed the door to his room and pushed his dresser in front of the door. He then jumped into the closet and left it creaked enough to barley peek through. There was a loud pounding his door, accompanied by rage fueled screams. The young boy held back sobs as he tried to stay completely silent so Dad-...... The thing wouldn't be able to hear him. He tightly closed his eyes and tried to go to his 'happy place'.

 

Nate remembered when his parents use to be together. That was when he was 8. His mom and dad were always yelling at each other, and one day mom said she was going to Mark's house. Whoever Mark was. Wait. this isn't his happy place. Nate returned from his flashback to look down to see he soiled himself. Dad would have told him to be brave, and that big boys don't pee their pants. Nate creaked the door a little when he noticed the banging at the door had ceased. Thinking that it was safe to come out, he came out the closet and looked around. The door had a large crack in it, a few more hits and he might have got in. Nope a few more hits and he would broke through, and savagely beaten the young boy death. They young boy opened his blinds on his window to notice that it had got considerably darker since had hid in the closet. When had first ran into his room, the sun was high in the sky. The sun now was about to set leaving a orange glow in the sky. He looked around the street to a few dead bodies littered around the ground. For a few minutes he thought everyone was dead, he heard gun shots off in the distance indicating that he was wrong. Thinking there was no better time to get out of the house, he slid the dresser from in front of his door a swung it open. He ran down the hallway and practically jumped down the stairs when he noticed his dad... Or use to be.. Was nowhere to be found. He ran into the kitchen when he was grabbed by the throat, and thrown to the ground. It was dad. Pa. Father. Protector... A fist flew into his face loosening teeth. He could taste blood in his mouth. Another hit to the face, right in his eye. Blood quickly rose to the surface of his skin, blackening it. How didn't he notice him? Another hit. His nose cracked, definitely broken. Blood practically spurted from his nose. Another hit, to the mouth this time.

 

BLAM.

 

A gun shot rang out. The blows stopped. He laid there. Motionless. He felt him self being picked up, he used his last seconds before passing out to spit out his loose teeth.