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- drama,
- fanfiction,
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- left 4 dead,
- pg-13,
- sinful
Drabble #45
Prompt: #86: Sinful
Fandom: Left 4 Dead
Genre: Angst, Drama, Horror
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Morbid, morbid, morbid AU. Inspired a lot by this RP thread.
The flames died down as the last few infected were engulfed in the fire's remaining spurts of force. The survivors huddled together by the church safehouse's door, guns ready, scanning the thinning crowd for any that might survive long enough to get them. With the hordes on their last threads, they could finally hear that the churchbell had stopped ringing. In fact there wasn't any sound coming from inside the safehouse. The denizen inside who had been muttering to himself the whole time was now eerily quiet.
"I think that's the last of them." Bill stated to the team, checking the walls and the hole in the floor more closely. As he investigated the surroundings, Zoey went to the door, listening inside quietly. Not a sound. She frowned, a little suspicious, before testing the handle, which surprisingly gave.
"Hey, it's open!"
Carefully she tugged on the door again, opening it slowly and peering into the room, pistol at her side just in case.
"Hello?" she called, hoping the guy from before would answer her, "Hello? It's ok, we're no--"
She stopped short, her voice running away as she looked up. Her eyes went wide, her face pale, and her body went limp.
From the second level of the room, the dead body of a boy dangled from the churchbell's rope. His head lolled on his shoulder, his eyes focused on nothing, his face frozen in a lost, hopeless gaze.
"O-oh God..." she cupped her hands over her face and fell to the floor. Louis was immediately at her side, putting an arm around her shoulders. The three men all saw it quickly as well, but the only one seemingly unphased was Francis, who just crossed his arms and scoffed.
"Huh, guess he decided to off himself before I got my hands on him."
"Not now, Francis." Bill barked before climbing up to the second level, extracting a pocket knife. Slowly, gingerly, he made his way to the body, carefully sawing through the rope it dangled from. The other three watched quietly, Louis still comforting the shaking Zoey, - even as he found himself rather stunned - while Francis just glowered as he always did.
There was a twang as the rope gave, and Bill quickly caught the dead boy under the arms as he fell, almost toppled over by the dead weight. Carefully he dragged the body onto solid ground before slipping his army cap off of his head then examining the body more carefully.
"Well, it certainly wasn't the best way to go, but it could've been worse. Look." he held up the boy's arm, which was hastily and shoddily bandaged. A fair amount of blood seeped through the dressing, and the wound's condition was clear.
Zoey, trembling, made her way up the ladder, gradually willing herself to look at the body.
"He was bitten?"
"Why didn't he just say something?" Louis added, also coming up to see him. Francis meanwhile busied himself with the matter of barricading the safehouse door. As Bill began carefully cutting the noose away from the boy's neck, Zoey's eyes wandered to the wall behind him. The same phrase was written over and over again there, in marker and in blood;
Better safe than sorry.
She shuddered a little at the image, instead looking back at the body, hesitantly reaching out to touch him and gently easing his eyes closed.
"He must have been so scared..." she whispered.
"At least he's out of here." Louis answered, keeping his comforting hold on Zoey and lowering his head sadly.
((to those curious, the reason I chose Sinful for this one is because of the belief that suicide is a mortal sin. Probably doesn't help that he's in a church either ^^; ))
Fandom: Left 4 Dead
Genre: Angst, Drama, Horror
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Morbid, morbid, morbid AU. Inspired a lot by this RP thread.
The flames died down as the last few infected were engulfed in the fire's remaining spurts of force. The survivors huddled together by the church safehouse's door, guns ready, scanning the thinning crowd for any that might survive long enough to get them. With the hordes on their last threads, they could finally hear that the churchbell had stopped ringing. In fact there wasn't any sound coming from inside the safehouse. The denizen inside who had been muttering to himself the whole time was now eerily quiet.
"I think that's the last of them." Bill stated to the team, checking the walls and the hole in the floor more closely. As he investigated the surroundings, Zoey went to the door, listening inside quietly. Not a sound. She frowned, a little suspicious, before testing the handle, which surprisingly gave.
"Hey, it's open!"
Carefully she tugged on the door again, opening it slowly and peering into the room, pistol at her side just in case.
"Hello?" she called, hoping the guy from before would answer her, "Hello? It's ok, we're no--"
She stopped short, her voice running away as she looked up. Her eyes went wide, her face pale, and her body went limp.
From the second level of the room, the dead body of a boy dangled from the churchbell's rope. His head lolled on his shoulder, his eyes focused on nothing, his face frozen in a lost, hopeless gaze.
"O-oh God..." she cupped her hands over her face and fell to the floor. Louis was immediately at her side, putting an arm around her shoulders. The three men all saw it quickly as well, but the only one seemingly unphased was Francis, who just crossed his arms and scoffed.
"Huh, guess he decided to off himself before I got my hands on him."
"Not now, Francis." Bill barked before climbing up to the second level, extracting a pocket knife. Slowly, gingerly, he made his way to the body, carefully sawing through the rope it dangled from. The other three watched quietly, Louis still comforting the shaking Zoey, - even as he found himself rather stunned - while Francis just glowered as he always did.
There was a twang as the rope gave, and Bill quickly caught the dead boy under the arms as he fell, almost toppled over by the dead weight. Carefully he dragged the body onto solid ground before slipping his army cap off of his head then examining the body more carefully.
"Well, it certainly wasn't the best way to go, but it could've been worse. Look." he held up the boy's arm, which was hastily and shoddily bandaged. A fair amount of blood seeped through the dressing, and the wound's condition was clear.
Zoey, trembling, made her way up the ladder, gradually willing herself to look at the body.
"He was bitten?"
"Why didn't he just say something?" Louis added, also coming up to see him. Francis meanwhile busied himself with the matter of barricading the safehouse door. As Bill began carefully cutting the noose away from the boy's neck, Zoey's eyes wandered to the wall behind him. The same phrase was written over and over again there, in marker and in blood;
Better safe than sorry.
She shuddered a little at the image, instead looking back at the body, hesitantly reaching out to touch him and gently easing his eyes closed.
"He must have been so scared..." she whispered.
"At least he's out of here." Louis answered, keeping his comforting hold on Zoey and lowering his head sadly.
((to those curious, the reason I chose Sinful for this one is because of the belief that suicide is a mortal sin. Probably doesn't help that he's in a church either ^^; ))
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