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"It's fine Vimcent, understand," Horatio said, glancing at Horatio, "But if this guy doesnt say anything soon, I don't know what we're gonna do. I don't know if he's turning or a creeper or even just plain psycho and wants to kill us. All I know is I'm about to open this door in a few minutes and we'll take off running if he doesn't say something fast."

Vincent looked at the distance between them. "Um, hey guy? Unless your Sephiroth from Final Fantasy I doubt your Katana could reach us. And We have guns too so yeah do you really think you would win?"

(Mind If I join in?)
Joshua dashed toward the safe room as the horde drew steadily closer. As he reached the door he could see a group of people inside preparing to fire. "DON'T SHOOT!" He yelled as he ran up to the door. "I'm not infected! Please let me in!" He pleaded. He crouched under the bars to give the survivors inside a clear shot and fired his combat shotgun into the horde as it approached.

Horatio started firing his combat rifle with it's three-round bursts. Knowing that the Infected died easily, he didnt bother aiming specifically. He just aimed down the alley at the horde and fired into them Rounds bounced off the alley walls and the ground and dumpster, but many Infected dropped as well.

"We got 'em now! Don't let up! One more minute or so of this and they're done!" Horatio shouted, throwing the empty clip on the ground as he reloaded his rifle.

(wait hey um zombieapocalypsesurvivor? um are you talking about an *Assault* Rifle or seriousley a Combat Rifle. Cuz there are no Combat Rifles in L4D or L4D2. Yeah um just wandering but ill keep calling it an combat rifle until then)


Vincent kept hammering into the infected with his combat rifle and then reloaded himself and laughed a little. "Seems like a strange time to be introducing ourselves but oh well. My names Vincent Strife, or Vince if your prefer. Don't really care which one you call me, as long as you don't call me your lunch like basically all of the infected out there."

(that's what I'm using. It's the greenish tanish looking gun in L4D2 that shoots 3 round bursts.)

Horatio discarded his magazine, checking his bag to see how many he had left.

"Damn it," he said frustratedly, "I need to start aiming, almost half my ammo went into that horde."

Horatio walked over to the ammo pile, filling his bag with as much as he could carry (the same amount they caryr in the game just fyi). He then grabbed a plastic shopping bag out of his bag and filled it with shotgun shells, tossing them to Joshua.

"There ya go, sport," he said, zipping up his bag and shouldering it, "Name's Horatio, Horatio Gonzales. This here's my partner, but you already introduced yourselves, so no need for me to do it for ya. Now I suggest we make haste, a Special always comes soon after a horde, and I don't feel like waiting around to figure out which one it is."

Joshua caught the bag and stood up, stretching. "Thanks." He said, nodding at Horatio. "Alright, let's get moving! The next safehouse should be...Where exactly?" Joshua asked. "I'm not from 'round here." He looked out the door and shuffled uneasily. "And these, uh, "special infected" you mentioned. Would they happen to be sorta weird-lookin', coughing thingys...With big tongues?" Joshua didn't see or hear anything, but he could remember this creature. He had stayed in his house with his brother, they had barred the doors and windows, and done everything they could to make sure no infected could get in. And none of them did. They had no idea what extent the mutations had gone to, and were not prepared for what was to come. Joshua had awoken one night to the sound of coughing and found his brother hung from a window, dead, the creature clawing at his corpse through the bars. He blinked and was back to the present. "Sooo...Are they?"