Left 4 Dead
With Blood and Tears
(I DO NOT OWN LEFT 4 DEAD; I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS)
Chapter 1
Zoey clenched her eyes tight to hold in the tears. It has been only three days since she lost the only father figure, probably left in the infected world. Bill had sacrificed his life to save the Francis, Louis and her. She regretted everything that happened that week. All she could remember was yelling at him aboard the train, all for leaving a scientist behind. But he wasn't immune. He just tested on the "green flu," so that a cure could be found. But what good would that do, it's not like he can go around injecting infected. The idea horrified her, and forced her into darkness.
She cracked her neck while struggling to bring herself to her feet. The walls in front of her were lined with poems and graffiti. Someone was always ahead of them, enough to reach the isolated island in the Florida Keys. As she stared at one of the writings thunder cracked in the sky above her. Cracks in the roof of her small home let the water gain entrance to the building. It dropped in front of her converse creating a small pool. She stepped under the falling drops and let the rain drip down her face. She removed he coat and stood under the small river for almost an hour.
She could not get the sight of Bill running with a Molotov towards the horde. It was like a brand on her brain. As she stepped out of the water's way, she heard a knock at her door.
"Yeah?" She asked irritated.
"Louis got s'more fish Chiquita, you hungry?"
She grunted as to say yes. Francis closed the door, and walked away. He knew she was upset, but three days was more than enough for him to get over it. He also knew that his "asshole-ish charms," would no longer have any use. Francis would have to become a caring and compassionate guy.
Louis limped back to the main courtyard; Francis was sitting there with his hands covering his eyes. He could not have been crying, he was Francis The Hating Biker. Definitely not the one to cry, but it wasn't impossible. Lately they have all felt like crying. Bill was a role model, a true survivor, and they had all pestered him. If none of this ever happened, not Echo, not the invasion of the military base, not the generator giving out. The smallest things could have caused Bill to survive. But this was the way it was, no ability to really look back. All they could do was wait or move forward, and none of them were going to continue fighting. Not even if their lives depended on it. So much had happened, it really did not matter to any of them. Maybe it mattered to Louis, but he is only ever upbeat.
Zoey read the same message over and over.
"Follow your gut, and find others."
It reminded her of Ellis, who she only knew for about an hour. She wished she was with him, maybe he would hold her close. She finally knew what she had to do, Ellis said him and his group were heading for the military evacuation center, and something about a bridge. Maybe there would be signs of him of the evacuation center, so that she could find him. Everything came together in that split second. She was going back into hell on earth to find someone she still cared about, maybe loved. But Ellis wouldn't be a father figure. She had already found out that he liked her, so it was time to repay the favor.