Weapon Of Choice

Author's Note: Hey, Left4Dead fans! I hope you enjoy my fanfiction. Originally, this idea was to be for a general zombie movie, so it will only loosely be based on Left4Dead's storyline. However, I still think it will fit the mood of the game. So please enjoy Chapter 1 of my fanfic!

Chapter 1: The New Survivor

I had been alone for days. I kept shelter in the bank I worked at. Thank God I knew the combination to the vault. I certainly would have been one of them if I didn't. I couldn't help but wonder: Where is my family? Did my son become a Pouncer? My wife, was she a Shriek? Have I killed them with the rest of those monsters? I wanted to believe that I hadn't, but after three weeks, you would think I would see them. Or anyone else...

And then they found me.

I was trying to find some food that hadn't spoiled in the market. It was difficult, buying food now. I couldn't get anything that needed to be heated, or refrigerated. In other words, my diet consisted of beans and honey. The breakfast of champions, right? So as I was saying, I was looking for something to eat when I hear the door open. Just when I didn't have my weapon on me, too. I hear them talking. "Could Infected do that?" I thought. I grabbed a six-pack of beer from a rack. "These'll have to do."

I break one of them off at the bottom. Slowly, I approach the door. "Do they have flashlights?" Then I saw a face. He still had hair, all of his teeth. Hell, he was even smoking. And that's when I realized that they were survivors.

I still kept my bottle, just in case they were hostile. "Here to buy, or just loiter?" I ask sarcastically.

They all shine their flashlights in my eyes. "Who's there?" yelled one. He was bald, and wore a suit.

"He doesn't look infected," said a woman.

"Talk, damn it!" shouted a man with a goatee.

"It's okay!" I shouted. "I'm still alive!"

"Mother of God," whispers the smoking man. "We thought we were all that was left!"

"Don't we all?" I smirked.

"The four of us could barely make it alive out there!" tells the girl. "How did you do it alone?"

"Well, I ate my greens just like Mama told me." I answered.

They all stared at me like I was a three-dollar bill. "That was a joke. I tell those sometimes. Seriously, I kept shelter in a bank vault."

"You locked yourself in? How did you get out? What bank vault has two sides?" asked the bald man.

I shrugged. "I guess mine did. Look, I know you want to stay with me, so let's just--"

"Smoker!" shouted the man with the goatee.

"Huh? Oh, no I don't--"

"Behind you, idiot!" he interrupted again.

I turn and see one of the Infected. A Cougher, by the looks of his face. Just as he lunged out with his tongue, one of the survivor group killed it.

"Ugh... We've gotta get out of here..." I said, coughing.

The group and I get out of the building.

"What the hell is your problem? You coulda been killed by that thing!" yelled the smoking man.

"You said Smoker. That's not what I call them." I explained.

"Well, if you're gonna stay with us, you've gotta know what we call these things." he said.

"Okay, well then-- wait. I'm in the group?" I asked.

"Unless you wanna stay in your dingy-ass vault," says the bald man.

"And I wouldn't," chimes the woman. "A Tank would make scrap metal of that in a second."

My face lit up. "Well, alright then! Meet your newest member." I shake the smoker's hand. "I'm Cody."

"Bill," he says.

"Charmed. Well, let's not talk out here, Bill. May I suggest my... what was it you said? 'Dingy-ass vault?'"

He chuckles. "Lead the way."

So there was my first chapter. I hope you liked it, because there will be more in the upcoming week. After that, school starts, so I don't know how much I will get done. Don't forget to Rate and Review!