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ok, sooo sorry, i haven't been on here lately, but if anyone knows michigan, its random here.
we've been having storms and stuff, so no internet really, but i toughed it out, and emerged a better man. im not gonna put in my daily activities in this, because i think you deserve to hear my story. (good news- i'm continuing it farther)
here
"john, how old are you" I asked.
"me? oh, i guess round 50 or something"
"you guess"
"ya expect me to rememeber?"
We went on like this for a while, chatting, at our camp in a park in some old town called Republic. He promised me he'd stay awake, as long as i was good company.
"hey John, what did you do before you found me?"
Honestly, I pondered this question alot. there were so many questions, in the back of my mind, left unanswered. He never answers questions about the past.
"well, i was in a group." He paused, " there was a Nick, Ellis, me, and.. Rochelle. Know what they called me? they called me Coach."
we went on, talking about his past. I guess he was a football coach, and he used to be big- he says like a marshmello. i laughed when he said that, but quickly stopped myself, and grasped my mouth, worried, remembering the last time that happened. Now you don't cry, laugh, shout, or even move to quickly. he grabbed me and said it's alright. Feeling like i may have a chance of him telling me, since he's been open for it so far, i asked him,
"Hey Coach -thinking he may find that humorous - can you tell me of the night you found me? Please?"
He was quiet for a while. Then, he finnaly opened his mouth and breathed in, to begin.
"I uhh, I was traveling alone.."
He Broke off, and faster than light grabbed his shotgun, and whipped around, and waited.
"get down kid"
He didnt have to tell me twice, because I was already down, in the hole we dug, shaking and crossing my fingers. Something inside of me though, just clicked, and i wriggled my way through the dirt, getting the clay in my face, until i had a clear view. There was still silence, and John just stood there, ready. I remembered to grab my bat, just in case. Just then all hell broke loose, as three hunters (as he called them) jumped out at him, and for a second i was scared for him. then i heard the first gunshot. i opened my eyes, as he swiveled around, and like lightning, shot them each in the head, and reloading.
He turned back to me and said to me,
"See, not that bad", when all of a sudden another jumped out from behind him, and to this day, dont know where it came from, but i jumped up from the pit, scooping up a pistol from our supplies, and dashed over, jumped in the air, and shot until the clip was empty, and then fell, realising i forgot to land properly. I looked up, to see John break the infected's neck with the butt of his shotgun, and he turned and said,
"you missed. Every shot."
(hey, if you read my about me, you would know ima a nerd, and all for video games, so i included L4D2's "Coach" as John. sorry if thats lame, but yeah.
who saw john as being black? that was the plan from the start.
haha thanks for reading, and seriously, IM NOT A GIRL, HELP ME GET A GENDER BENDER PLEASE! crying crying crying crying crying crying crying crying
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