Hey! This is my first fanfic! I don't own left 4 dead or the characters, except those I invented obviously. I retyped this fanfic because the old one was confusing. I really tried to improve it, so please try to enjoy and review!

Friends gotta stick together:

Prologue

"It's been 3 weeks since the infection took over…three weeks and almost all modern humanity have been reduced to mindless raging zombies."

"It's like being stuck in math's class, only this doesn't end or have breaks…" Wade's voice cut into Chris's monologue.

Chris couldn't help but laugh. "And who do you suppose our 'Math's teacher' is?"

"Probably some ugly faced, crappy dressed, toothless idiot infected person."

"Why toothless?"

"Eh, I just feel like fighting a toothless zombie would be less stressful and complicated than our current victims." Wade smiled at his best friend, who was laughing rather loudly.

That's the one thing Chris didn't hate about this zombie apocalypse. Hanging out with your best friend all day, especially when he can joke about everything, isn't exactly hellish.

Wade flashed his white teeth in an amused grin as an infected ran at them. He walked faster, opening his arms like he was going to hug the infected man. Then suddenly his leg flew upwards, his steel pointed boot connected with the man's crotch. The man bent forwards and let out a fairly close to human scream, but was cut short as a 9mm bullet penetrated his skull.

Chris flinched at the brutality and the brains splattering at Wade's feet.

"He's gonna hafta clean that up…I'm not doing it." Wade stated seriously and stepped over the body

"That was a little sick, dude." Chris commented as they walked on. They were walking in a street, littered with abandoned vehicles. People tend to be terrible drivers when their brains swell and they start craving living flesh.

"Sorry pall. I forget sometimes-…"

"That they are human beings?" Chris cut in.

"Used to be human beings, Chris. Used to be."

"Fine, they use to be human beings. I'm just saying, don't joke about the dead, ok man? It freaks me out." Chris took the shotgun he had strapped to his back and loaded it.

"Yea…" Wade sounded like he hadn't even been listening to what Chris said. He wiped his left hand on his jeans leg and took his katana in both hands. They came to a halt and waited for the seven infected that had heard the survivors approach and was now sprinting hungrily at them.

Chris fired his shotgun and took down three infected before they were close enough for Wade to step in. Wade slashed open an infected's belly and used his momentum to turn and roundhouse kick a second infected in the chest. Wade was pretty agile and had a considerably muscled body. His hair was long, hanging over his ears.

Chris stepped closer and swung his fist, lifting in infected off the ground and sent it through the air, onto a car's roof. He was big, with a near body builder build and wide shoulders. His brown hair was cut close to his head and his fringe was combed upward in a wave like pattern.

Less than 5 minutes later they were standing outside a coffee shop, staring at the red steel door that seemed pretty securely fastened.

"Should we knock?" Wade tilted his head to the side and gently tapped his katana on the toe of his boot.

Chris stepped towards the door and pulled the handle. He wasn't surprised when he felt it was locked. He reached his hand through the small window in the door and with some effort managed to lift the steel bar across the door, unlocking it.

As he swung the door open he heard shuffling inside and stepped back, lifting his shotgun.

"Wait for it to step outside, I don't wanna spend the night with some dead dude lying on the floor." Wade made sense and Chris lightly whistled the tune to Live and let die from Guns and Roses.

They heard a snarl and an infected woman sprinted out, aiming for Wade. She was stopped when she ran into his held out katana and stopped only when the handle of the sword hit her chest. The blade went through her heart, so she didn't even get to groan her disappointment.

"She must've been bitten before she got to the saferoom…" Chris stared at the woman Wade had gingerly dropped before he walked into the saferoom. She had blond hair and what used to be a pair of very pale blue eyes. She had a frozen snarl on her once pretty face. Chris felt sick just imagining how quickly the change from scared girl to vicious infected must've been.

But then, there's a lot in this new world that made him feel sick. He shuddered as he stepped into the saferoom and closed the steel door behind him.

And done. Hope you liked it. I think this is a major upgrade from the previous chapter one. And again, please leave a review!