"Great," Nick muttered, smoothing out his white suit, now stained with grime. "Left behind in a city that’s literally eating itself."
Their journey became a grueling marathon through the heart of Georgia and into the bayous of Louisiana. They fought through the , where the first "Special Infected"—like the acid-spitting Spitter and the wall-climbing Jockey—tried to tear them apart. They found a momentary ally in a man named Whitaker, who helped them secure a stock car from a shopping mall in exchange for a few bottles of soda. left-4-dead-2-game-link
The air in Savannah was thick, not just with the humid heat of the Deep South, but with the metallic tang of blood and the groans of the "Infected." Ellis, Nick, Rochelle, and Coach stood on the roof of the Vannah Hotel, watching the last rescue helicopter disappear into the smog. They were late—just a few minutes—but in this world, a few minutes was the difference between a seat to safety and a death sentence. "Great," Nick muttered, smoothing out his white suit,