Alright, time for an experimental fanfic. This is my very first Left 4 Dead fanfiction.
And before you Minecraft and MLP fans yell at me. I'm not forgetting about my other fanfics, I just need to think on how to type up the new story arcs, and I'm still waiting for Tabuu to get back to me on some things.
This is a, Huntress x OC x Witch fanfic. And will be written out in a first person pov for right now, until I think of something else.
-Backstory-
John is a teenage boy from California who was just your average Joe until the zombie virus hit California. He had left with his friends after their families were infected. But they ended up getting lost in a zombie horde. John managed to fight his way out, but he lost contact with his friends afterwards. He suspects they are either zombies, or they escaped. He prefers to think that they got away. He is now trying to escape the zombie outbreak, hoping to find a new home.
-Chapter 1-
I looked around out of the alleyway I was hiding in as decomposed, drooling corpses limped by. It had been 3 weeks since the outbreak, and 1 week since I had lost my friends in that zombie horde. Ever since then I had been sneaking around the city, trying to remember which way was the way out of the city. "Stupid Urbanization," I mumbled to myself. Thanks to it, I couldn't tell which way was leaving to the desert and the countryside, or to another city. I looked over at my katana. "At least I have a kinda fighting chance." I grunted. I had chosen the katana over any other weapons that I could of chosen. I couldn't shoot a gun to save my life, so I had chosen a bladed weapon. I was dressed in a Black Senior 2013 T-shirt, with Brown Loose Fitting Jeans. I was also wearing my 2013 Class Ring, and I had a dog-tag that said Senior 2013 around my neck. I was a tall white male, with dark brown hair that was cut short, and was wearing Black Transitional Glasses to cover my Brown Eyes, without my glasses, everything would be blurry to me.
I looked over at the warehouse that was in front of me across the railroad tracks. These had been abandoned by workers 2 weeks after the outbreak. They should have supplies that I can use. I thought. And hopefully a map. I had a horrible sense of direction, and I realized that I had backtracked myself to my hometown. I looked left, and right for zombies. The coast was clear, I sprinted across the tracks and stopped in front of the warehouse. But then I head something, It sounded like screeching, I turned just in time to see a black hooded figure come soaring towards me. I dove out of the way, and turned to face my adversary. "Oh shit, it couldn't be," I gasped as I recognized the very familiar shape in front of me. "A Hunter." The Hunter growled and stalked towards me. I began to back away quickly, my katana poised to try and block him should he attempt to jump me. The Hunter drew closer and closer to me, snarling under its hood. Suddenly it roared and leapt at me, causing me to duck and the Hunter smacked into the wall. I turned, took the initiative and ran for an open warehouse. I heard more roaring, the Hunter must have recovered from the wall smack and was now chasing me. I soon ran in all directions, still heading for the open warehouse door. The Hunter drew closer and closer, as did the door.
"Slam. Whump!" I had managed to enter the warehouse and close the door behind me, the hunter had been leaping for me, and had slammed into the door. With the door locked, I slid down the door to catch my breath. I wasn't in the best of shape. "Okay, apparently Hunters exist..." I wheezed, as the realization sunk in. If Hunters existed, what else existed. Chargers? Spitters? Tanks? Boomers? Smokers? Jockeys? I gulped and adjusted my shirt collar as another thing came to mind. Witches... I had always had a secret soft spot for the Witches, always crying for what seemed like no reason. But hey, if you were turned into a zombie and mutated beyond recognition, wouldn't you cry? I stood up after a few minutes and looked around, the warehouse was deserted, no one in sight. "Free stuff." I chuckled and started to walk around, keeping my eyes peeled for something, anything that could help me. I clambered up a ladder that lead to a balcony, the railings were rusted and some were missing. I knew I had to be careful. If I fell it would be game over, and this wasn't like Left 4 Dead where I had an extra life. No, this shit was real. And there were no do overs in this case, or teammates to help me if I was hurt. I then truly felt what it was like to be alone, and left for dead. I then felt something crack from under me. "What the heeeeccckkk!" I yelled as the floor gave out from under me and I landed on a crate of something white, and powdery.
I managed to drag myself from the broken crate, covered in this weird substance, I sniffed it, it smelled very familiar. I then licked it carefully. "Sugar?" I asked out loud, then covered my mouth. I quickly looked around, in case there was something nearby. No one in sight, just like before. "Good," I mumbled as I sheathed my katana. "I'm covered in sugar, tired, hungry, and pissed off. How could this get any worse?" I then covered my mouth again, as the sounds of crying became closer to my ears, as well as growling. "Oh shit.." I squeaked, as I looked across the warehouse to see a pair of glowing eyes staring at me. "Not good not good." I gulped, backing away from the eyes. The figure who the eyes belonged to slowly came into the light. It was a Witch, just as I suspected, but there was something different about this one. She had the glowing eyes, just like any other Witch in Left 4 Dead, but they were a Royal Blue, her skin was healthy looking, instead of pale white like the Witches in Left 4 Dead. He hair looked healthy as well, it was a bleached blond color. The Witch looked as the broken sugar crate, then at me. She licked the sugar off the floor, and I decided that now was the time to escape. I backed slowly away as the Witch continued her snacking. I saw a door and quickly opened it, then hurried away into the darkness of the night. But in my haste, I had forgotten to shut the door behind me, and I was leaving footprints behind me as I ran along. If I had paid attention I would've noticed a figure leap from the building and quietly follow me from the rooftops, and a second figure quickly following the trail of sugar coated footprints.
-Chapter 1 end-
So, how did I do with typing up a Left 4 Dead fanfic everyone? I know that I have other fanfics to do, but I have other ideas that won't leave me alone until I write them down.
So, who are these two figures and what do they want with me? Well, you'll have to read and find out.