Left 4 Dead: The Mercy Diaries – The Subway Part 1

The Subway – Part 1

“God damn it, Louis! Stay with me!” I ordered, as I hurriedly applied pressure to his severe looking wounds.

“In here! We’ll be safe” Bill shouted, beckoning us to a nearby room with a red steel door. Francis grabbed Louis’ arms and dragged him along the concrete floor. He was obviously trying hard to not show how much the blood stains bothered him, but acting wasn’t one of his strong points.

I took the supplies from my bag and started bandaging the deep cuts on Louis’ chest, trying to clean them as best I could. Bill grabbed some pain pills out of a nearby first aid kit and mixed them with a little water from our packs, rubbing the paste onto Louis’ tongue.

“I don’t know what else we can do” I sighed, resigning to the fact that it might not be enough to help him. I starred at his limp body. He was breathing, but it was shallow; the pain his body was in was audible on every breath.

“We’re safe in here for now, but we can’t wait forever. Let’s give him what’s left of the night and see where it goes; we’ll set off again at morning.” Bill said calmly, inspecting his gun. I wanted to scream at him for suggesting we should leave someone behind, but I knew that there would be no chance for any of us if we tried to carry him.

The helicopter wouldn’t wait forever. Giving Louis the few hours there were until dawn was the best compromise we could offer. I began to think of how to leave a message for him in case he should wake, when I noticed the warnings from other survivors written on the walls.

It’s the end of the world’, ‘this is NOT flu’, ‘don’t head to the highway, road blocked’; the wall was covered in words of fear and bad news. I felt sick to my stomach.

We took it in turns to grab some sleep, doing an hour each of being on watch. Thirty minutes into my turn, I started to hear groans from the corner where Louis was slumped. I rushed to his side; he was waking up!

“What the?“ He moaned, obviously stiff and very sore from the attack.

“You gave us the fright of our lives!” I scorned him, reaching for a water bottle to offer him a drink. He was soon up and talking; he was a fighter. We woke Bill and Francis, ate what food we had available for some kind of breakfast and got ready to move on.

“It’s gonna hurt like hell, but what other option do I have?” Louis resigned as Francis questioned if he could cope with the journey ahead. Louis knocked back another dose of pills. I could see Francis pondering if they were a waste for someone who could drop dead if an infection caught hold. None of us were immune to that.

With a bit of grit, we managed to prise open another exit down into the work tunnels that ran around the subway. I sighed as I saw all the signs of more infected below: fires, screams… the sound of pain.

We lowered ourselves through a hole in the floor to the public entrance below, taking out any infected we could. Thankfully the drop in gave us an advantage and bodies were soon hitting the floor before the infected realised we were there. Another pouncing hunter tried to attack but this time we were ready and shot it down mid flight, the remnants of what used to be its brain matter hitting the strip lights above.

When we reached the platform it was obvious the whole line was in a mess. The main lights were out leaving the fires that smoldered on both sides of the station the only way to see in the gloom.

“Let’s go through to the end of the train. If we head down the line we should come out at the stop for the hospital” Louis suggested. He was hurting but he was giving the journey everything he had.

Once we stepped inside the train everything fell deathly silent. Too silent for the danger that lurked around every corner. I slowed my pace and the others followed, they too feeling the same sense of fear. The train was only several carriages long, and as we reached the last compartment the light was fading out. I peered to the end of the train; the door was blown out and was barely visible apart from one flickering light sending out sparks of illumination.

I wondered what the hell was going on, being sure to take one step at a time. A dense green fog was clouding the doorway. I inched further, leaning forward to get a better look without committing my body to moving closer. As I did so the fog changed, it gained shape.

Two white, piercing eyes looked back at me, then the world went black.


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