I was breathing heavily, letting my head fall back against the wall of the plane. We made it. We fucking made it.
I closed my eyes, something of a half smile creeping onto my face. It felt strange to be smiling, to any degree, but I just couldn't help it. We just survived the fucking zombie apocalypse.
Across the way, Ellis was sitting as well, curled up with his arms wrapped around his knees. The hunting rifle he had grown so close to was abandoned by his feet, evidence of a few streaks of blood present on the handle from where his hands were bleeding. That hat of his was still nestled on his head, even after all the gruesome shit we went through. It was kind of impressive, how he had managed to not lose it. His back rose and fell with his deep breaths, his face buried in his knees.
My own gun, an assault rifle, was still in my hand. I was too sore to even begin thinking of releasing it. I was afraid to even move, I was in such great pain. Goddamn. That run across the bridge... It was terrible. But it paid off.
We made it.
Ellis and I made it.
It was then, though, that my heart sank with something that felt like sadness as I recalled the deaths of our team members, Rochelle and Coach. I tried not to dwell on it, simply reminding myself that they didn't die in vain, nor did they die foolishly. Before all this came crashing down on me, I wouldn't have cared if they had risked their lives for my own. It was just too cheesy. But now, I almost worshipped them for making sure Ellis and I would survive. I could only hope that they made it to some type of Heaven because of it. Not like I cared about religion, or anything. They deserved it, that's all.
"Hey Nick," Ellis rasped, still trying to recover his breath. Hearing him say my name, with that damn southern accent of his, it was almost kind of...
I opened my eyes and looked at him, my green eyes meeting those piercing blue irises of his. They almost melted away all the blood, bile and other shit that was splattered across his face. Almost.
"Yeah?" I replied, staring into his eyes. It made me feel weird for doing so, but deep down, I knew it was right, because I could see what he was feeling, almost. And I didn't want to look away, because in those blue eyes, I could see all the love in the world, and it made me want to smile, because I knew very well that my poker face had dropped and the same thing was reflecting in my own eyes.
Jesus, I felt like such a fag, but knowing Ellis felt that way, felt that way towards me... It made me even happier than knowing I just survived Hell on Earth. And so I just sat there, completely content with staring into his beautiful blue eyes in silence, because it was a moment of true bliss.
AN: Second "I'm back" fic. I feel disappointed with this... I think it's because I'm so tired, I can't think straight. Yes! That must be the answer! Second NxE fic... Still not smut-ready, lol. I'll get there. Just gotta warm up to writing them first. Hope you still liked this? Maybe you'll find something in it that's good, haha.
Disclaimer: I don't own Left 4 Dead. I don't own Ellis, or Nick. I own that plane, though. ;)
No, not really.