Prologue
I came home from school on a seemingly regular day. Little did I know this day was the day that would change more than just my life… This was the day that would change the world.
A strange sickness was sweeping the nation. The red flu? No. It was the green flu. Whatever, the name didn't matter, all that mattered was I was flu free! Only a quarter of the class was present today in my quaint little elementary school and even the substitute had a substitute! This was getting crazy… Then again the swine flu was crazy too… but this…
I suddenly decided I was too young to be worrying like this stuff. I was a kid! So I looked out the window for a while. Then I was shocked by the reality before me.
I stopped, my breath stopped, my brain stopped, I think the only thing that didn't stop at that moment was the thing that had made me and everything else stop. It was a person. Emphasis on WAS. It was a zombie.
Zombie.
The word made me sick with fear. And the actual thing made me throw up. I ran to the bathroom. This was too much to process… I had seen the movies, the video games, the books, and I hated the idea.
I was tired from gym at the days end, I was dreaming, hallucinating! Anything! There had to be some sort of explanation!
CRASH!
I froze, for the second time that day. It had come from the kitchen… the kitchen with a back door… a back door made of glass! I slowly worked up the courage to tip toe to the wall where the kitchen was and peek my head around.
I expected to see a zombie ready to charge at me and eat my brains. I was wrong. There were three!
I screamed. And the undead beings all snapped their heads in my direction.
This is it! , I thought as the world went into slow mo. I love you Mom and Dad!
And just then as I accepted my demise…
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A man who looked like he came straight from a western movie (complete with a cowboy hat, brown leather jacket, blue jeans, and sheriff boots) stepped through the broken patio door.
"Three bullets to end three-" he was cut off by my scream. "No its okay. I can help you!"
That was about eleven years ago. It doesn't concern me now. All that concerns me now is the horde in front of me, and the little girl behind me desperate to find her parents.
This is why you never leave your group of survivors to help some one you barely know. This is pure instinct.
A/N: hi this is my first fanfic just wondering if I should continue or just let this be a one-shot.
I don't own left 4 dead just my OC's. I need some reviews to continue 5 at least.