Before the Fall (Pre L4D2 events)
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burger_tanker"Youngin' I know you can do better! Push! PUSH!"
Coach found his voice raised as he watched the Freshman team members push themselves. It was still very early in the season, so Coach demanded no less than the best from his team. With a final whistle, Coach called his team over to his position. Under the hot Savannah sun, Coach congratulated them on a job well done. These kids, this team, once they get into the upper grades, were destined for greatness. Coach had found his winning team. He just now had to get them into shape.
As the locker room beckoned the team, Coach made his way to his office, a small room that was well decorated with pictures of his team and himself in his heyday. It was nostalgic that's for certain, but he loved to see his past success and his most recent. He may be a long way gone from those glory days of college, but he could still look back fondly.
Finally, the last of the boys cleared the hall, Coach was all alone. This was a proud day. This called for a Burger Tank run. Coach high-tailed it to the nearest Burger Tank, willing to sit inside to avoid the fact his small car had no air conditioning. Stupid pump blew out.
When Coach went in, he noticed something odd: it was after school but it was empty. That was unheard of this time of day, but Coach didn't think about it. So, when he sat down to enjoy his barbeque bacon burger (with fries and a milkshake) Coach sat down to enjoy his meal. It was at this moment a few people came in, yammering in a volume that would shame even some of his students.
"Did ya hear? The Green flu is loose in the north now. and it's a helluva lot worse than the gov'ment is lettin' on." This was a sickly looking woman, one who would do good to eat something if only to survive. Coach rolled his eyes; they're talking about the Green Flu? The zombie making one his students were talking about?
"Midge, I'm tellin' ya, y'need to shut up 'bout that.I'm tellin' ya you're gettin' worked up o'er nuthin'," said the other woman, one whose girth was greater than Coaches. The argument went back and forth for several minutes as Coach finished his meal. Coach enjoyed his meal and went along with his day, never once giving another thought to the crazy woman in the Burger Tank.
A few days later, he was regretting that sentiment.
"Who the hell...puts an evac station...up thirty flights of God-damned stairs."
Coach found his voice raised as he watched the Freshman team members push themselves. It was still very early in the season, so Coach demanded no less than the best from his team. With a final whistle, Coach called his team over to his position. Under the hot Savannah sun, Coach congratulated them on a job well done. These kids, this team, once they get into the upper grades, were destined for greatness. Coach had found his winning team. He just now had to get them into shape.
As the locker room beckoned the team, Coach made his way to his office, a small room that was well decorated with pictures of his team and himself in his heyday. It was nostalgic that's for certain, but he loved to see his past success and his most recent. He may be a long way gone from those glory days of college, but he could still look back fondly.
Finally, the last of the boys cleared the hall, Coach was all alone. This was a proud day. This called for a Burger Tank run. Coach high-tailed it to the nearest Burger Tank, willing to sit inside to avoid the fact his small car had no air conditioning. Stupid pump blew out.
When Coach went in, he noticed something odd: it was after school but it was empty. That was unheard of this time of day, but Coach didn't think about it. So, when he sat down to enjoy his barbeque bacon burger (with fries and a milkshake) Coach sat down to enjoy his meal. It was at this moment a few people came in, yammering in a volume that would shame even some of his students.
"Did ya hear? The Green flu is loose in the north now. and it's a helluva lot worse than the gov'ment is lettin' on." This was a sickly looking woman, one who would do good to eat something if only to survive. Coach rolled his eyes; they're talking about the Green Flu? The zombie making one his students were talking about?
"Midge, I'm tellin' ya, y'need to shut up 'bout that.I'm tellin' ya you're gettin' worked up o'er nuthin'," said the other woman, one whose girth was greater than Coaches. The argument went back and forth for several minutes as Coach finished his meal. Coach enjoyed his meal and went along with his day, never once giving another thought to the crazy woman in the Burger Tank.
A few days later, he was regretting that sentiment.
"Who the hell...puts an evac station...up thirty flights of God-damned stairs."
