First fanfiction written for Left 4 Dead, I know that the storyline might be slow at start but I hope you guys like it.

It's hard leaving everything behind. First, at the age of 10, I moved house with my dad after he broke up with my mom, then at 19 I left my father's house and started living on my own; moving to a different state to try and pursue a career as a film maker. Then at 20, I went home to my parents having a heated argument over my future. I can picture it now, as if it were only yesterday.

I leave the room for a few minutes and when I go back, my dad is holding my mom in his arms, blood everywhere and a guy laying dead near them. My father commands me to call an ambulance and when I again re enter the room, I see my mom ripping my dad's throat out with her teeth. As I go more into the room my mother's blank gaze switches to me and she releases my dad and comes for me; I close my eyes tight and hear a gunshot. When I open my eyes my mom is lying at my feet, a gaping hole in her back. I rush to my dad's side and he begs me- orders me in fact- to kill him, I refuse at first but he insists, it's the only way. I agree to his request. "I love you dad." I close my eyes and pull the trigger.

I still have nightmares of it every time sleep overwhelms me. After that I left the house, grabbing my dad's twin pistols. I didn't know what to expect when I left the house, but I never imagined it to be as bad as it was.

And now. We can't stay in one place for more than a few days and every time I think we're safe something fucks it up and we have to leave again. We're currently holding up a bridge. Me, Francis and Louis have been together since the start, minus Bill. God rest his soul. if there is a God which I'm seriously starting to doubt at this point. I'm waiting for something to happen. We've been here for about a week already, I'm not entirely sure, but when I see the sun rise I've been scratching a line on the control panel door with a rock. It seems quite prison like but it helps keep me sane.

From the other side of the bridge I hear voices. When I spot Francis and Louis nowhere near where the voice came from I decide to investigate, grabbing a rifle leaning against the railing as I walk past and lean over the edge. As I look down I can see four figures and a blue car.

"Alive?" I call, holding my gun up above the railing and pointing it down at the figures. Startled, the four figures turn towards me, their hands in the air.

"We're alive, please don't shoot us!" One of the four call back, his face covered by a blue cap.

"Okay..." I lower the gun "...So what do you want?" I question leaning forwards slightly.

"We were wonderin' if you could lower the bridge so's we can come through" The one with the cap answered, all of them still not looking up at me. I ponder the request for a while before gripping the railing with my hands and leaning even further forwards.

"Hey what's your names?" Slowly I watch as all of their heads turn up to look at me, now noticing that they don't have a gun pointed at them.

"Ellis" I barely hear the one with the cap say. I turn my gaze to the other strangers.

"What about you Colonel Sanders?" I ask the man in a white suit.

"It's Nick!" he shouts back, obviously annoyed at the quip. I roll my eyes and look to the only female.

"I'm Rochelle" she says, I look to the last person.

"My name's Coach" I nod at their responses and study them for a few seconds.

"Well I'm sorry! But we can't lower the bridge. You're gonna need to get to the other side of the bridge, we can help you then. And then once you get over here we can fill up the generator. The generator will make a lot of noise, but don't worry... Ellis was it? We can cover you from up here. You got all that?" after a few seconds I notice Rochelle mumble something to Ellis. He mutters a response i'm unable to make out, his eyes not leaving me.

"He's got it!" Rochelle finally responds, I nod and watch as they walk away.

"What was that all about?" Francis asks me as I come back.

"A group of survivors want to cross the bridge" I say as I put the rifle back where i found it.

"And?" Louis inquires. I walk over to them and sit on the floor opposite Louis.

"I said we would help them."

"What!" They exclaim in unison.

"They're the only survivors we've seen since this whole apocalypse started and I think we should help them" I reasoned.

"I hate helping people" Francis responded, I sigh and shake my head.

"Well it's too late, I've already said we'd help"

"Zoey! What if they come up here and steal our supplies ?!"

"Now Francis, I'm sure they're good people, and I trust Zoey's judge of character" Louis says being our voice of reason since Bill sacrificed himself for us.

"Fine" Francis says crossing his arms "But I'm not trusting them until I see them"

"Suit yourself Francis" I declare standing up "I'm going to wait for them on the other side of the bridge" I walk away from them and sit on the floor near where they should appear, reloading my pistols while I wait. However long it may be.

I hope you guys liked the first chapter, sorry if some of the grammar is off, I'll go through it soon, I just wanted to get this posted as soon as possible. And please review, it will be appreciated