Alright so this is chapter 1 of my story, 'Hopes in the Dark,' This chapter is called, 'Meeting the city girls.' So this is basically my best friend, Ciara, and I in a zombie apocalypse. This is a L4D2 story with L4D 1 and 2 characters. We both have played Left 4 Dead 2 so we know this kinda thing. Well Enjoy.

Underline = Audience being told about characters. Italic = Thoughts or emphasis. Bold = Author Notes

Bold Italic = Names of certain places or things. Ex. Burger King

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM L4D; I ONLY OWN CIARA AND EMILY. ALL THE REST AND THE SPECIAL INFECTED BELONG TO VALVE.

My name is Emily, I'm 22 years old. I was born in , Missouri. I headed to Georgia because I had never been there and I had heard that there was some kind of flu or virus or infection going on up north. Ciara and I were gonna get away from this deadly…..thing.

My name is Ciara, I'm 23 years old. I was born in Fenton, Missouri. I headed to Georgia because Emily dragged me there. She told me that we had to get outta there cause there's 'infection' going bout up North.

As they got into Emily's black Chevy Silverado, they heard screams, both human and inhuman. Emily turned around to see some of their neighbors running from a mob of pale bodies, all streaked with crimson.

Oh my god. T-that's b-b-blood, Emily thought.

"Ciara! We need to get our guns. NOW!" They ran and got the guns they both kept for protection. Emily had a magnum and Ciara had duel pistols.

Ciara had light brown hair that she kept undone, light blue eyes, glasses, and she was pale not inhumanly pale but pale. Ciara also had pouty lips, a gap in between her two front teeth, a slight Southern accent, and she really pretty. She was wearing her light grey skinny jeans, a black studded belt, purple V-neck with a black shirt underneath, black jacket with a complex design on the back, and some Toms on.

Emily has big blue eyes, dark brown hair that was down to the top of her breasts, and she was pale too. Emily also has full lips, straight teeth; she speaks with an accent that was mixed because she can speak Spanish, Greek, and English, and she is very pretty too. She was wearing dark navy blue skinny jeans, a blue tank top that said 'Caboose -1' on it, three necklaces on each longer than the one before the end one had a white charm on it, a grey and black sweatband on her wrist, a black belt that had purple studs on them, and had grey-white high-heeled boots that have black wraps around them on.

Alright enough time for jokes, time to get this done

They started to shoot at the mob. Out of the corner of her eye, Emily saw two knives that others had dropped. She grabbed the two and strapped them to her hips. When she lost her ammo in her magnum she pulled them both out. Running at the group of zombi-oh excuse me, infected. She still had her magnum strapped to her thigh. Ciara still shot beyond her.

"ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAARRR!" Something yelled from in front of her.

"OH GODDAMMIT!" Ciara and Emily yelled. The infected was like a friggin tank, would guns even work on it?

"TANK!" Emily yelled to Ciara. Their guns were doing nothing to it, so Emily told Ciara to distract it.

"Come on, big boy. Right this way….." (A.N. God that sounds creepy .)

Emily pulled her knife out of her belt. The 'tank' started running at Ciara, as it reached her, Emily did something she didn't even know she could do. She jumped on its back, her feet on its shoulders, and stabbed the knife into its skull. With a final roar, it finally fell.

Ciara and Emily covered their ears as more inhuman screams erupted in the air.

"Okay, TIME TO LEAVE! TIME TO GO!" Ciara yelled at Emily.

"What about our neighbors?" Emily looked at her wide-eyed neighbors.

"Fuck them, let's go."

Emily handed her neighbors her gun to protect themselves, a few others had taken out guns also. Emily and Ciara jogged to the Silverado. They hopped in and Emily floored it. Ciara (who can't stand if someone touches her) grabbed Emily's hand.

'Yeah, there's something wrong.'

"Ciara, are you okay?" Emily looked at her friend with concern.

"Yeah I just…*Sigh*…need someone because everybody else is either dead or infected." Ciara sadly looked out the window.

Emily squeezed Ciara's hand tightly, "We're gonna make it through this, I promise."

Ciara pulled Emily into a hug. 'Holy SHIT. Yeah she's hella lonely.'

"Thanks," Ciara said.

They spend the rest of the time driving in silence. The zombies though they didn't notice didn't stop outside the city.