Bishou-Hey guuuuuuuys!
Kenshin-... this is NOT my story. did I take a wrong turn?
Bishou- your story is down the hall, first door to the left.
Kenshin- Ok, thanks.
Bishou- so this is my left 4 dead 2 fanfiction, so ummmm I luv you, enjoy!
"... And now for the news. The recent spread of an unknown infection is leaving the scientific community baffled. Infected are developing strange symptoms,including corrosion of limbs, graying skin, high fevers, and an insatiable desire for flesh. "The Infected", they are now known as, will wander around in a daze, until they encounter any other living creature. Then they bite them, spreading the disease even further. If you encounter any of these individuals, stay away, stay out of their line of sight, and call the CEDA as soon as possible. If you ARE spotted, run like hell. This is Carolyn Johnson with the morning news, back to you Rick."
The television turned off with a sound click.
"Man, what ever happened to the good old days when all you had to worry about was chicken pox?" A middle aged colored man sighed from his seat at the bar somewhere in Savannah, Georgia . He was a heavily built man, wearing a black and yellow polo, gray pants, and brown dress shoes. He took a long draw from the half gone stout he's been slowly drinking for the past hour.
"Well... my wife HAS been acting funny lately..."
On the outskirts of the city, a young mechanic listened to the radio in his garage with interest. He had short sandy brown hair and baby blue eyes, with a muscular body and a face that belied his age, so instead of looking his proper age of 23, he looked 17. He wore a Bull Shifters t-shirt, overalls, that instead of being strapped on his shoulders, were tied around his waist, and worn out tennis shoes, that were originally white, but had turned into a mixture of black, brown, and yellow, that complemented his hair well. He was sitting in front to his red 1973 Ford pickup truck, changing the oil.
"Ah knew it!" He declared excitedly, " ah figerd that zombies was real! Wait 'til ah tell Keith bout this!"
" Yes, put that th- oh, never mind, thanks. Yes that- ok, good job." the woman sighed angrily, discovering that the only use she would be around here would to be getting coffee and helping carry supplies,seeing as everyone was setting up the set without seeing any need for her instruction, She was a young african woman, with her short, well conditioned hair pulled into a messy ponytail. She wore a Pink Depeche Mode T-shirt, blue jeans, and brown knee-high designer boots that she had gotten from her mother for her birthday. Around her, the crew was rushing about, getting ready to interview some members of the CEDA, and talking over plans for microphones and cameras.
"Man, this is some weird shit we have gotten ourselves into..."
Across the city, a sophisticated caucasian man stepped out of his champagne Bentley R-type Continental, a 1962 limited edition, retrofitted with GPS,3 way radio and CD controller, seat warming and cooling, mahogany leather seats, and a host of other expensive and ultimately superfluous amenities which were only used once in a lunar cycle. He was very proud of this car, which is why he continuously boasted about it, leaving all passerby bewildered or annoyed (and in some cases both). He wore a crisp white suit,with a blue button-down shirt,and with classy black shoes. He had a 5'0 clock shadow, deep green eyes, and cropped dark brown hair. He looked across the street, noticing a group of people just wandering around with a glazed look. He felt an uneasy feeling arise in the pit of his stomach, but he shook it off and patted his car.
" Well beautiful, time to make some money. As soon as I weasel some cash from these country bumpkins, I'll come right back to you."
Across the street, a pale young woman sat on steps leading to a closed down bakery, listening to music and chewing gum. She had messy blonde hair, and hazel half-lidded eyes. She wore a purple bandana covered in yellow peace signs, a black cotton choker tied in the front in a neat bow, a thin necklace with a smiley-face pendant, black fingerless gloves, a yellow Portals t-shirt, white jeans, green Chuck Taylors, and a pale orange backpack. She made a note of adding as much color as was decent to her daily ensembles, as she had repeatedly been accused of looking 'emo'- a term she had never really seen the point of. She nodded her head in time to the music, occasionally blowing a bubble and popping it. She eyed one of the many people passing, this person looking strangely pale and sickly. She sighed, and looked at the sky.
" I'm so tired..." She shook her head and stood up.
" Might as well stock up on food. Who knows what might happen."
Bishou-... That is the MOST descriptive I have ever been. ever. ok, so reviews are loved! an- wait, are those...Infected? AAAAAAAAAAH! -runs like hell-
Kenshin- Hey Bisho-... What are you guys lookin at? -beats zombies to a pulp-