First story ever on this website, so here's a disclaimer: I don't own Left 4 Dead 2, it is own by Valve. I only own the characters not mentioned in it obviously. R&R, and please no flames.
Doc "The Cop"-A once dedicated officer of the law made Police Chief of his county, Doc knew as soon as the symptoms showed hell was brought to earth. So rounding up weapons and fleeing the county he came across three other survivors who needed his guidance. With the end of the world here he and his new team must fight for survival and hopefully on the way find a way to fix this problem.
Mike "The Criminal" (Michael)- Convicted and sentenced to twenty years behind bars, Mike thought for sure his fate was sealed. When the Green Flu epdemic rocked his city (And Prison) hard he was able to escape his cell and run away towards salvation. Coming across three other survivors, he must learn that looking out for himself is not gonna cut it anymore.
Isabelle "The Paramedic" (Izzy)- Isabelle is a trained paramedic; she heard of the Green Flu but she merely tossed it aside along with the pending divorce from her conman of an ex-husband. When all her friends and co-workers began to change and show symptoms, Izzy knew staying here would mean she would become one too. Leaving behind her memories she comes across three survivors who will show guidance and hopefully hope.
Keith "The Southerner"- A mechanic is what he is, a trained zombie killer is what he isn't. Keith is on the search for his best friend Ellis and a way to escape from this nightmare. He finds three survivors on his journey, little do they all know that they'll be finding what they're looking for soon enough.
Pushing a strand of brown hair back, Isabelle looked to the side as more of the infected citizens of Georgia kept coming at her and her group. She gave a curse before unclipping a pipe bomb and lighting it with a box of matches she had found in one of the abandoned liquor stores on the block she was on. Once the fuse caught fire she threw her arm back and tossed the gray device in the middle of the horde.
"Look out!" she shouted as one of her group members rolled out of the way.
The beeping continued rapidly as the infected strayed away from Isabelle and the group and ran towards the device. In a loud and fiery explosion, the infected were blasted away as it began raining bits and pieces of zombie parts.
The man shot to his feet as he ran a hand through his short dirty blonde spikes, his piercing green eyes scanned over the strewn about body parts with no remorse. "That was too fucking close." He then stuffed his hands into the black pockets of his jeans while his leather jacket held its guard against the cold sharp wind. It ruffled the man's hair slightly as a scowl came across his rugged features.
"Tell me about it," the appointed leader of the group rested his shotgun on his shoulder as his dark eyes swept about and over his comrades. Wearing his standard issue windbreaker given to the Chief of Police, he stuffed his right hand into the pocket of it. "Alright let's continue now."
The youngest of the group was a young southerner who looked to be in his early to mid twenties; he had dark blonde hair that looked like it would mix over to the bright blonde it was meant to be. His striking and mischievous brown eyes kept their attention on his fingers who were quickly slapping a magazine into his Desert Eagle. He then adjusted the collar of his zipped up navy blue sweater while sliding his shoe across the pavement in order to rid of the excess zombie guts.
"Up this street," he spoke as his heavy southern drawl kicked in. "There should be an evac center there, I know it."
Isabelle gave a curt nod while looking around the street they were on; wearing a tight but bearable black t-shirt that bore the words 'Led Zeppelin' colored in silver she brushed off the gunpowder while moving downwards towards her issued uniform blue slacks. Honestly, Isabelle didn't think she would end up in this mess, especially in a zombie apocalypse no less. All she wanted to do was move on, but her pending divorce said otherwise.
'Thanks a lot you asshole,' she thought bitterly while becoming frustrated with reloading her pistol. 'I send you the divorce papers and you skip out and leave town. Just like always huh? Always leaving me alone, you shitty con artist.'
"Let's go Izzy," Mike snapped as he gave her a light shove forward. "More of those bastards are gonna come you know. So I would like to be on an evac chopper before they come and eat me alive."
"Yeah okay," Isabelle mumbled as Doc gave a glare at Mike.
"Keep that trap shut Mike," he said with his usual sharp and cold tone. The kind of tone he reserved for criminals who thought they were badass; Mike was one of those so called 'badass criminals.' Giving a grumble and a few colorful words from his vocabulary, Mike continued to lead the way, not caring if they were following him or not.
"You okay for sure Izzy?" Keith asked stopping to look back at her for a short moment. A sparkle of care struck in his brown orbs as Isabelle nodded with a smile before sticking her pistol, barrel down, in the waistband of her pants.
"I'm good Keith, hey why don't you tell me a little bit more about yourself to pass the time?"
Keith gave a large grin before nodding and walking forward, making sure Isabelle was right beside him, Keith cleared his throat once before beginning. "My buddy Ellis and I worked at this mechanic shop here in Savannah, it was real nice everyday to just come in and work beside your buds ya know?" At the mention of his friend, Keith's expression became sullen as he gripped his Desert Eagle with a tight fist. His already white knuckles became a ghostly pale white from so much sudden force, Isabelle was sure that he might accidentally pull that trigger. "Then this shit happened," he continued as she looked up at him with her dark sapphire eyes, "And suddenly we just separated, I don't remember how but we did. Then I met you three."
She showed compassion towards the man who might've shared her age; Isabelle knew where he was coming from; as soon as this plague hit, her older brother Jesse went missing. She was sure he did. Jesse had last called her from his job at CEDA, and he went on and on about trying to convince her to flee the city and find an evacuation center. Isabelle ignored his warning just like everything else.
"I know where your coming from," she suddenly said while looking straight ahead ignoring the gunshots coming from Doc's gun. "I hope I find my brother on the way."
Keith passed her a sideways glance before running his tongue over his bottom lip, "Yeah, and help."
I so promise the Left 4 Dead 2 survivors will make an appearance in the next chapter.
I hope it was good so far!