Legends Left 4 Dead
By: A13jandr0169
A/N: Here's the long awaited story of Spyro in a left 4 dead story. The characters don't have wings or their elements. They also wear clothes in this story.
Transmission 1: Outbreak
A long time ago... a virus hit the metropolis of Warfang, the dragon city. Now its more like ruins. During this time, the hot sensational band: The Purple Peppers, happened to be playing in the city. (A13jandr0169 winks) Dragons were gathering to the huge city, but eventually they'll all die. This is the story of four survivors. Four who fought together and bled together.
Zachariah, a crimson dragon laid on his hotel bed, listening to his Zune of the new Purple Peppers single. His T.V flipped from Chowder immediately to the news. A buzzing alarm went off and a banner began to come from the side. Announcement: This isn't a test. A disease has spread throughout the city. Evacuation stations have been placed in your area. It began to read off locations of the evac sites, but Zachariah ignored it as he began to hear running. He got up and made his way to the door, as he turned the knob, a purple dragon knocked him over. "Oh shit. I'm sorry, dude. You alright?", said the purple dragon. "I'm fine. The hells goin' on?" The purple dragon said, "That green flu thats been goin around has hit warfang. It's highly infectious and we are getting out of here. There's an Evac chopper on the roof. Zachariah quickly grabbed some holotags and ran up stairs to the roof to see two other dragons were there.
The Pave low helicopter was carrying four other dragons, began to take off. "Come back! Come back!", shouted the purple dragon from earlier. A black dragoness began talking to herself, "This is not happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening." A large yellow dragon spoke, " I thought they were suppose to be saving our asses?!" "Looks like there's been a change of plans", said Zachariah as he crouched and lended his hand to the distressed dragon. "Mname's Zachariah. You?" "Jolt. How bout you guys?" as Jolt pointed to the purple and black dragons. "My name's Spyro. This is my mate, Cynder." "Looks like that helicopter is heading for the mall." Zachariah noticed something across his eye. A small cache of pistols, rested next to the table. Zachariah picked up a USP .45 pistol and cocked it back. "Everybody we gotta head for the mall. Take a weapon, it's better to have one and not need it. Than need one and not have one.", said Zachariah. All of the dragons grabbed a pistol and a couple of magazines for the guns.
As the four dragons made their way downstairs, the stairs gave in and fall on the corridor that led them to the lobby. "Looks like we're taking the elevator.", said Jolt. Zachariah stopped in front of the door, he could hear snarling and growling. He quickly opened the door and ran outside. A pale dragoness and sitting crying. Spyro walked up to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Hey are you alright. Lets get you out of here." The dragoness knocked him down and screamed. Spyro saw her blood red eyes, and he felt his heart stop beating.(To those that have played the Left 4 Dead games, what zombie is this?) Zachariah out of instinct aimed his pistol directly to her head and fired a round. The round tore through her skull and brain matter followed. Cynder ran to him to check up on him. "I'm fine. Now, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT THING?!" "I don't know, but I don't wanna.", Zachariah said. Loud snarling came from the hallway and a group of the creatures began charging at them. Without be told, all four of the dragon fired their weapons at the creatures until they stopped moving, and then they reloaded.
Zachariah saw an empty conference room, inside was a map of the country, and a shotgun with a couple of shells. Spyro tried to pick it up, but was too late as Zachariah grabbed it before him. "Sorry Spyro, but this better in the hands of a professional." "What makes you, a professional...?" He looked closer to his shirt and saw his holotags as it read: Sergeant Zachariah, 501st battalion, Brotherhood of Steel.
Zachariah tucked in his holotags to stop him from reading anymore. "Who the hell leaves a shotgun here?", Cynder asked aloud. "Don't know, and don't care. I'm just glad they did.", Zachariah replied. Jolt came up to them and said, "Come on. The mall won't be there forever, lets get the hell on."
As they continued their way down towards the hallways, they eventually made it to the elevator waiting area. Spyro quickly ran up to the doors and pressed the button. Nothing happened, so he pressed it again. Spyro was quickly becoming frustrated with the button, Jolt smacked him across the head. He pointed towards an electronic panel that was counting to the floor they were on. All four of them fell into shock as they heard roaring. Jolt pushed Spyro out of the way and started pressing the button rapidly. "Come on, come on, come on.", he said to himself. Suddenly walls burst open and an abnormally large green mutated dragon was awaiting for them. Cynder said, "Holy shit is that-" The elevator doors opened and Zachariah pushed everybody into the room. As the elevator doors closed, Zachariah took a deep breath and suddenly began to cough, "The hell. I smell smoke." Sure enough the room quickly filled with smoke. "Great the fuckin' building's on fire.", said Jolt.
They waited and Zachariah began to countdown. "On three, we run like hell. 1, 2, 3!!!" The doors opened and laid there right in front of them were some Submachine guns. While Zachariah kept his shotgun everybody else took the automatic weapons. "Lets go!!!" They quickly ran through the fire and the flames, until they reached the lobby. Everybody, was coughing out smoke, and Zombies were randomly walking around. Zachariah pumped a new shell into his rifle and shot the nearest one. Everyone followed his example. Cynder looked ahead and saw an amored room ahead. "Everybody get to the safe room. Now!!!", she said. They sprinted towards the safe room and they all made it in. Zachariah locked all of the dead bolts and looked for anything else they could block the entrance with. "Whew I bet we can take on anything.", Spyro said.
End of transmission 1
A13jandr0169: Well here it is, the first chapter/transmission of Legends Left 4 Dead. What do you think. I made a couple of references to my favorite games like Fallout.