First L4D Fanfic; hope it doesn't suck!
Disclaimer;;
I do not own any of the characters, Valve, or Left 4 Dead 1/2. (Though if I did I would make a Left 4 Dead 3!)
The only character I own is the OC(s).
Continue on.
R&r
The small group of four hurried into the empty building; killing off the few Infected with the butt of their guns or any melee weapons they luckily had.
They all had fairly low ammo, and risking it would be plain stupid.
What if they had come across a Tank? Or perhaps any other dangerous special Infected?
"Pills here," Whispered the only girl in the group; she had dark skin and wore a pink T-Shirt, and dark washed jeans.
She picked them up tossing them to her slightly injured teammate, he muttered a small thank you before popping two in his mouth.
This man wore a white suit; now dirty with zombie guts, blood, and bile.
"Okay we gottah move out and git tah that bridge!" The youngest of the group said; his voice thick with a Southern accent.
He wore a faded yellow shirt with the word 'Bullshifters' on it, overalls tied up to his waist and a hat with a tow truck on it.
His teammates quickly agreed, they started walking up the stairs.
"Personally, I wanna git to that car. Y'know, Jimmy Gibbs Jr's car." The one with the hat said, making the rest roll their eyes.
"Hey ... Y'all hear that?" The dark skinned girl asked.
"Sounds like a Witch," Growled the suit.
The soft sobs if what they called a 'Witch' echoed down the hallway.
"Shit!" Cursed the eldest in the group; a dark skinned man who wore a yellow and purple shirt, tan pants and fingerless gloves.
"That bitch is in our way!" He said turning his flashlight off. The rest followed his actions.
"Who's gonna startle it?" The youngest asked.
"How about you Overalls?" The one in the suit said, smirking.
He sighed, looking at the Witch. Her back was towards them, giving him a clear shot at her head; If he actually managed to crown her, as people called it.
"Fine I'll do it ..." He mumbled, scooting toward the Witch. He cocked his gun with a click, making the sobs stop.
Getting this close he realized there was something different about the witch; her hair was much longer and, black. But then again ... They had seen a female Hunter before ... Maybe they were just changing? God, he hoped not.
The Witch turned her head quietly to look at her next victim, or quiet possibly - her killer.
Overalls, as the suit called him, put his gun down, noticing that the lack of claws, and the pleading blue eyes staring up at him.
"What are you doing?" Hissed the suit, putting his gun in the Witch's face.
"Wait! Stop! She ain't a Witch!" Overalls said, "Or infected!" he added, realizing he left that part out. "We don't know that!" Snapped the other.
"Nick put the Goddamn gun down!" Said the dark skinned girl.
The suit - now known as Nick, glared at them all before putting it over his shoulder.
"Are you Infected, sweetie?" She asked, kneeling down in front if her, the girl - not, a Witch shook her head, scared.
"See Nick?" The dark skinned girl said, cocking her eyebrow.
Nick ignored her, shaking his head, they're trusting the word of a stranger? He thought bitterly.
"What's your name?" The dark skinned man asked. The girl opened her mouth to speak, although nothing came out. She frowned, trying to speak again.
Overalls, pulled out a water bottle, handing it to the girl, she snatched it, drinking greedily.
"Kylie," She said; her voice ragged from the lack of water and not talking.
"Well shit girl! We thought you were a Witch!" The dark skinned man chuckled. "Are yew injured?" Overalls asked. Kylie thought for a second, before shaking her head no.
The rest nodded, smiling, besides Nick. "Well I'm Rochelle, this is Ellis, that's Coach, and the jackass behind me is Nick," The dark skinned girl said - now known as Rochelle said. The girl nodded, smiling, suppressing a small giggle. "Wanna come with us?" Asked Coach. Kylie nodded, standing up.
Nick grumbled, saying they had another mouth to feed.
The five of them walked in the middle if the streets. Kylie; now armed with a crowbar, swung whenever Infected came close.
"Why aren't y'all using your guns?" Kylie asked, frowning at the lack of life in the streets.
"Low on ammo, gunfire attracts a horde," Nick sneered as if this was basic knowledge.
Rochelle shot him a look.
"Safe room up ahead!" Ellis shouted, the others hushed him.
The group picked up their pace.
Something slimy wrapped around Kylie's waist. She squealed in fear as it started dragging her backwards.
"Guys!" She shrieked, trying to rip the thing off.
"Smoker's got Kylie!" Coach said, getting out the AK47 he had attached to his back.
Ellis helped Coach out with shooting the Smoker, while Rochelle and Nick started attacking any Infected the gunfire attracted.
A puff of green smoke signaled that the Smoker was dead.
Kylie screamed as she hurtled towards the ground. Ten feet up can still do the damage.
Ellis caught her, putting his hand Orr her mouth to stop the screams.
They quickly rushing into the safe room, Rochelle slammed it shut putting the metal bar in it's place.
