Left 4 Dead

There I sat. Cold and all alone with no one beside me, not even Matthew. Going against my instincts, I felt my red eyes start to tear up. I began to cry out loud wishing someone would find me. I heard foot steps so I began to cry louder. I heard a faint whisper.

"You go first. I'm already bleeding from that Hunter attack earlier, I don't feel like getting my face clawed off too." I heard a female yet raspy voice say.

I felt the ground underneath me shaking. I looked up and saw a gigantic figure standing over me. He didn't say anything. He just stood there looking at me. Although I still could not see the female who had spoken, though her voice sounded a lot like Ella, my former "best friend." The giant Tank helped me up off the ground and threw me over his massive shoulder. He started to shake the ground again and waked towards a tiny yet curvy young Smoker with white and blue hair.

"Emmett, put her down, Darling"

The Tank obeyed and set me on my feet.

"What is your name young Witch?" she asked in a kind tone.

"Kayla... Kayla O'Brian." I replied, knowing that if I wasn't pleasant to her, her crazy ass boyfriend could crush me in one move of his finger.

"Well Kayla, I am Stella, and this is Emmett, my fiance"

The giant Tank named Emmett waved in an adorable way that made me see him as the young man he was before this hetic screw up. Stella continued talking. "What are you doing out here Kayla?"

I saw Emmett nudged Stella, look at my eyes, look at her eyes and look back at mine. The friendly vibe I had gotten from both of them had now disapeared as I felt the Smoker's long, slimey tounge wrap around my body and throat.

"You're one of them! One of those flithy Generation members!" She screamed and tightened her grip on me. It was then that I recognized their Chiron the leader of the Repent gang and Stella Cariello, his spoiled fiance who hated my family.

"Go ahead and kill me. They probably wouldn't notice or care." I said closing my eyes, preparing for the pain. I waited a minute and opened my eyes to see them both staring at me.

"Were you band from Generation?" Stella asked.

I looked down "Um... I ran away."

"Why?"

"Ella and Tristan treated me and my boyfriend like shit..." I replied. "They are the worst leaders ever... but Matth- I mean, Menace, didn't have the guts to leave..."

Emmett looked at Stella again. Stella still with a disgusted look on her face shruged her shoulders at him and tighten her grip around my neck and I closed my eyes like I had planned earlier. The tounge realeased me and I opened my eyes to see Emmett lift the Smoker off her feet and place her on his huge shoulder.

Emmett motioned with his hand for me to follow him. For some reason I felt that I could trust him so I followed him as he walked back into the dark of the night.