This is a left 4 dead fanfic I'm making mainly for my friends. All the main characters are my friends and I will do my best to depict them accurately. I will most likely go light on the character description it's self though, because this is made only for my friends and if you're reading this then you have issues. Well this is the first chapter. Enjoy.
-Gray.
As the smoke cleared, it quickly became obvious that they were not alone. The infected were everywhere. Most were dead, but some were recovering from the blast. Kevan Mckiddy, unbuckled the seatbelt and put on his prosthetic leg. Things were going to hell very fast as the infected were beginning to claw through their seatbelts and make their way towards survivors. Most of the survivors of the crash were immediately attacked and infected, but not Kevan. He was able to make his way out of the wreck of the passenger airline.
It was a surprising occurance that he survived such a crash with no injury. He was very lucky he was able to get up and walk out of the plane without even being stopped by any of the infected that were stuck aboard. He was shocked, but at the same time able to walk away and keep his cool. He accessed his situation. There were so many zombies on the plane, so he figured that he didn't want to be there. To make matters worse, they were escaping the wreck and chasing after him. He began to make his way out of there. It seems that he was stuck in an urban environment with nothing but dark buildings, black streets, and yellow streetlights for miles.
Kevan quickly dashed into a warehouse without regard for anything inside. He let out a sigh of relief as he sat with his back against the hard concrete wall. He was safe as he locked the large metal door with the heavy door bolt and took a moment to regain his composure. Slowly, he peeked outside through a small peep hole in the metal door, facing the crash. It was hell out there, smoke billowed into big dark clouds obscuring much of the view, but what could be seen for sure were the zombies escaping through the huge wreck in the passenger aircraft.
Suddenly, there was a mind shatteringly loud explosion. Kevan ducked out of pure reflex as to not get hurt. Luckily he was far enough already not to be hurt. He looked out the hole again, it seems like one or more of the engines had combusted and exploded. There were many infected waving their arms in an attempt to extinguish the flame which eventually took their lives. Kevan stared in infatuation as the zombies slowly died off one by one. A hand was placed on Kevans shoulder and he froze out of fear. He heard from behind him, a deep and familiar voice say to him "Ah, we finally found you," then another higher voice chime in with "about damn time."