Red Dawn, a Left 4 Dead fanfic

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I salute the people at Valve. Every game they seem to make is killer bad-ass.

P.S. The characters are not OC, it is perfectly plausible for them to have these extra features, explained by their actions, or pasts, for example, Francis' strength. He's a muscular biker. Perhaps that's why he's pretty sure he's indestructible. Louis' accuracy. He spent a lot of his time at the rifle range. He hasn't been in a lot of combat situations, so maybe that's why he is optimistic. Bill's experience and combat leadership. He's a war veteran. Self explanatory for his demeanor. Zoey's liking for horror movies. Maybe that's why she knows a lot about zombies, and knowing the best way to kill them, having seen it on film dozens of times. But I focus on Zoey here. Like when Zoey takes out an entire horde out by herself, it's actually possible with her hunting rifle, with the horde being driven by instinct. Stand still or crouch, force them into lines, if they aren't in them, if possible, as it makes it easy, and shoot. The hunting rifle pierces through anything, so it takes out the target and anything and everything behind it, as long as they are in the bullet's trajectory. I've actually seen the Zoey AI do that herself (take down an entire horde), a number of times.

On we go.

Zoey stared at the wall of the safe house. Dawn had broken. Everyone was sleeping, except for her, she had gotten up early to use the bathroom and shower up. She went and looked through the bars of the red door.

She saw Infected in the distance, lolling around; some were even lying down and gagging on what seems to be blood and puke.

Mercy hospital was just a couple of blocks away. There was a helipad that had rescue choppers making rounds. If they could just get there, they could escape. They could actually get out of this alive.

She looked at her companions. There was Bill, the unofficial leader. He had the most experience in fighting, so he could be counted on when it came to strategies.

Francis was a biker, good with his fists as well as guns. He preferred to get up close and personal, as he sometimes favored the boot in the face, the "old fashioned way" as he called it. He was strong, exceptionally so, as he could break necks like ripping wet tissue paper.

Louis was a former Junior Systems Analyst of a company who poked fun at him when he went to the rifle range instead of the bar to take out his frustrations. Guess he had the last laugh. He was an expert marksman; at his best, half his shots being headshots and whatnot.

She turned her eyes on herself. She was a former college student, now turned immune survivor. Although she was the youngest, she was more than capable of holding her own. During their journey, everyone, including herself, had lost count of the number of times she had held off and killed an entire horde of screaming, pouncing, tounge-wrapping, bile-puking zombies on her own, with that sniper rifle of hers. She was almost as good as a marksman as Louis. Only difference was that Louis had more control, more experience with a gun.

Too much horror movies and not enough real life, she chuckled.

"Wake up everybody. Dawn's breaking. We have a lot of ground to cover."

Everyone stirred. Bill simply opened his eyes, Louis stretched, and Francis yawned, loudly.

"Dibs on the shower." Louis got up and rushed into the bathroom.

"Again with the 'dibs'. You're not 12 anymore, Louis!"

"Francis, must you be an ass even after the moment you wake up?"

"By ass, you mean badass, then hell yeah, gramps."

"Stop it." Zoey's voice rang out. "Mercy hospital is just couple of miles away, but because of the Infected running around there, walking a hundred miles of broken glass is safe compared to this. So take your showers, and move people!"

They had showered, eaten, and had only walked a few kilometers and was at the outskirts of the city when suddenly a horde came rushing up at them from the streets. They were screaming, and looked hell-bent on making them lunch.

"Sometimes, I think someone's deliberately SCREWING WITH US!!!" Louis screamed out as zombies came in all directions.

"I'm feelin' the same way son! Zoey, demonstrate how to eliminate a dumbass horde, and me and the others will guard you." Bill readied his assault rifle, and shot a zombie rushing from behind.

Zoey cocked her weapon, and looked into the scope of her hunting rifle. The zombies were still a bit far, and they were traveling in one big circle.

She fired a shot at the center, aiming for the head, taking down five in the process. She fired quickly again, past experience having taught her that speed was critical. She fired into dense areas, taking down three or four at a time. The bullets penetrate through almost anything, so she quickly learned that if one knew where to shoot, only a few bullets were needed.

She had already taken down half of the horde when they spread out, knowing they were close. About twenty meters was the amount of separation between them.

"Shit." Zoey crouched, and started shooting as quickly as she could. She did not aim for the head; it took too much time. One by one, they fell. The last ones, she shoved away before shooting them as they were on the ground.

Another horde down, she thought.

A loud screaming noise was heard. A hunter leaped at Francis. They had been fighting for quite a while, now, and they were prepared. He brought his boot up, and shoe met face. The zombie fell to the ground, and Francis blasted it to pieces with his shotgun.

"Dead stop, WUSSY!" Francis' scream only alerted another horde, much closer, and in the other direction Zoey was facing. She switched to her dual pistols. Another horde was coming.

"Two hordes. Hmm." Bill crouched and jammed his rifle into his shoulder, Louis doing the same. "If we die here Francis, The last thing I'm gonna do is shoot your ass!"

Francis simply shrugged and started firing.

Bill was attacking the horde at the front, along with Zoey. Louis was attacking the rear, with Francis. Their assault rifles ripped through bodies like so much rice paper.

Francis and Zoey were taking care of the ones that came up close. Zoey was gritting her teeth; Francis was having the time of his life, screaming swear words every now and then.

"I can't believe he's actually enjoying this!" Zoey shoved a zombie while dodging its swipes.

"This is Francis, Zoey. Don't be surprised." Bill was killing zombies left and right.

"Damn straight! Zombie fucking genocide!" Francis blasted his shotgun, the Infected who were hit being blasted backwards and losing body parts.

"I think it's over!" Louis was finishing up a group of Infected. He was right; no more came.

"Head for that safe house!" Bill pointed at a house at the end of the street. "And quickly, before more arrives!" He added, setting off into a sprint.

Everyone followed. They had exhausted their ammo and were down to their pistols.

True enough, many pairs of eyes followed them as they ran up the street. A single scream from an Infected man and a dozen zombies were soon following.

Everyone turned and started shooting while running. It wasn't as accurate but it was better than nothing. One by one, the zombies fell.

"Just a little more!" Louis shouted. The red doorway was in sight. Only a few more steps…

And five more zombies appeared.

"Stop shooting and run!" Bill screamed.

Everyone ran as fast as they could. Bill was the first to come in, tumbling into the room. Zoey came next, followed by Francis. Louis was the last; he grabbed the door handle as he came in, shutting it with a loud slam.

Everyone slumped, weak with relief. There was food, a decent bathroom, ammo, med kits, pills, and a washing machine, along with soap.

"There's enough here to last a week." Bill was making a mental inventory. "Let's rest up and refresh ourselves."

Everyone agreed. They washed up, and had started to eat. Bill was making chicken soup. Zoey was hanging their wet clothes on chairs and shelves. They had all brought a spare set of clothes (which was basically the same as what they wore) along. She had just put on her pink jacket when Bill called and said that dinner was served.

Everyone had sat down to eat when Bill said, "Yo, Francis."

"What?"

"Zombie Genocide?"

"It's a groovy catchphrase."

R and R. This is just the first chapter, more to follow.