Left 4 Dead 2: The Musical Ch4

(Lights come up on a scene of total chaos. The STOCK CAR sits centre stage, ELLIS with his head poking inside. COACH, NICK and ROCHELLE are holding off a crowd of infected, growing more and more frantic)

COACH:

Get a move on, Ellis!

ROCHELLE:

Yeah, come on. You're a mechanic, Ellis! What's wrong with the thing?

ELLIS (shooting her a 'women' look):

The darn thing's just outta gas.

COACH:

Then we gotta find some.

NICK:

And how do you suppose we do that, Pinky?

(There's a pause, during which they melee the HORDE with gusto. ELLIS points after a moment)

ELLIS:

I see a can up there. And another big one there. And two right about there...

NICK:

Yeah, yeah, alright, point taken. Man, we may as well give up now.

COACH:

Optimism, people!

ELLIS:

Yeah! Just you think about the car... what a car.

ROCHELLE:

The car?

ELLIS:

The car.

NICK:

The car?

ELLIS:

What a car...

(An even larger HORDE comes swarming in, spurring the SURVIVORS to take them on in an effort to reach the cans. NICK, ROCHELLE and COACH take to different sides of the stage, where ZOMBIES are surrounding gas cans and begin to attack. ELLIS, however, jumps on top of the STOCK CAR and stands there, picking off ZOMBIES with his rifle from the height)

ELLIS (above the grunts of the others):

Man, I'm hangin' on ter this baby. Once this whole end-o'-the-world thing is over I'mma fix it up real good.

(ELLIS explodes a HUNTER that's heading for COACH and starts to sing, overly excited)

ELLIS:

Why this car is... automatic.

It's... systematic.

It's hydromantic.

Well, hell. The goddamn thing's Gibbs' Lightning! Gibbs' Lightning!

(The other SURVIVORS can barely react to his words- they're kicking serious ass. However, ELLIS doesn't relent)

ELLIS:

We'll get some over head lifters and some four barrel quads, oh yeah!

NICK (irked):

He keeps talking, the boy keeps talking...

ELLIS:

A fuel injection cut off and some chrome plated rods, oh yeah.

ROCHELLE (fast):

Keep dreamin' honey, you keep dreamin' honey!

ELLIS:

With a four speed on the floor they'll be running for the door!

You know that ain't no shit- we'll see infected hissy fits-

With Gibbs' Lightning.

SURVIVORS:

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

ELLIS:

Go, Gibbs' Lightning, we'll be killin' zombies by the mile.

ROCHELLE, NICK & COACH:

Go Gibbs' Lightning, go Gibbs' Lightning!

ELLIS:

Go, Gibbs' Lightning and we'll burn through the heat lap trial.

ROCHELLE, NICK & COACH:

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

ELLIS:

You are supreme!

ROCHELLE, NICK & COACH:

Oh, oh!

ELLIS:

Witches will scream.

ROCHELLE, NICK & COACH:

Oh, oh!

ELLIS:

At Gibbs' Lightning!

SURVIVORS:

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

ELLIS:

Purple French tail lights and thirty inch fins, oh yeah.

A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins, oh yeah.

With new pistons, plugs, and shocks I can get off my rocks!

You know that I ain't bragging she's an ass kickin' wagon-

Gibbs' Lightning!

SURVIVORS:

Go, Gibbs' Lightning, you'll be killin' zombies by the mile.

ELLIS:

Gibbs' Lightning, go Gibbs' Lightning!

SURVIVORS:

Go Gibbs' Lightning, we'll be cruising through the heat lap trial.

You are supreme! Witches will scream! At Gibbs' Lightning!

Go, Gibbs' Lightning, you're burning up the quarter mile.

COACH:

Gibbs' Lightning, go Gibbs' Lightning!

SURVIVORS:

Go Gibbs' Lightning, we'll be cruising through the heat lap trial.

You are extreme! Witches will scream! At Gibbs' Lightning...

(The SURVIVORS are building up to the massive final note as they finish off the HORDE)

SURVIVORS:

Lightning, lightning, lightning...

(ELLIS throws a Molotov from the roof of the STOCK CAR. It lands and the ATRIUM begins to catch aflame. ROCHELLE, NICK, and COACH are all clutching gas cans- they race to the STOCK CAR to fuel it)

SURVIVORS:

Lightning, lightning, lightning...

(The gas is hastily added and the SURVIVORS get ready the enter the STOCK CAR as a HUNTER comes pouncing out the rubble, right at ROCHELLE)

SURVIVORS:

Lightning!

(The song ends on a crashing note as ROCHELLE'S scream pierces the air)

ROCHELLE:

Help! Get it off me, PLEASE! Help me!

(COACH is the first to shoot the HUNTER, and it rolls off ROCHELLE'S stomach, dead. NICK and ELLIS hastily hoist ROCHELLE up and into the STOCK CAR. She is in bad shape. ELLIS revs the engine and the lights dim as they escape the burning ATRIUM)

ROCHELLE:

I don't feel so hot.

(BLACKOUT)