A/N: This is a Left 4 Dead Fanfic, but it has original survival characters, and some infected characters that haven't completely lost their minds yet.((Possibly on the infected thing. I'm considering it.)) Anyway, This chapter is to introduce my four survivors, and it's going to be chapter one. And the descriptions are going to very brief. You'll get to know them more throughout the story. There will still only be four survivors, and that's all I know. Made up settings. No titles to the settings or anything. Just basically, four people trying to run from the infected and fight. Erm, I'm not too familiar with the weapon names, but I'll try my best. When L4D2 comes out, I might add some weapons or new infected characters in, if this story is still going. I do NOT own Left 4 Dead, in anyway, not even the game. I don't have an Xbox. O_o I play it all the time at my cousin's house though.

.:::Characters:::.

Name: Melony

Age: 16

Previous Occupation: Highschool Student

Appearance: Short, dark brown hair, with light blonde, almost white highlights. Her hair goes down to her jaw, and curls around her chin in the front, and covers her neck in the back. Her eyes are slightly almond shaped, and dark green, with long dark lashes. Her skin is fair. She stands at 5'3'', and she's pretty skinny. She's at a disadvantage when it comes to fighting, but she's pretty fast, and can fit through small spaces, which can be pretty useful.

Name: Nicholas (Nick)

Age: 22

Previous Occupation: Computer Programmer

Appearance: He's got really messy, sand colored hair, that sticks up everywhere, and covers his ears for the most part. He's got light, pale blue eyes, that always have an alert look in them. He's pretty muscular, and has a broad chest. He stands at 6'2'' and he's built. He's good at fighting off infected by meleeing, and he's pretty quick, but he's slightly clumsy, which can be a problem at times.

Name: Janelle

Age: 21

Previous Occupation: Stripper

Appearance: She's got long, bleached blonde hair that falls to her shoulders, and is slightly wavy. She's got dark brown eyes that are usually framed with excessive amounts of eye makeup. She stands at 5'7'' and she almost appears anorexic. She doesn't do drugs or anything, surprisingly, and she's got a model appearance. She's pretty strong, and okay with speed, and can fend for herself pretty well.

Name: Samuel

Age: 36

Previous Occupation: Mechanic

Appearance: He's got thinning, medium colored brown hair that is usually hidden by a hat. His face is covered in a thin layer of hair around his chin, cheeks and lips. His eyes are a deep caramel color, and usually show no emotion. He stands at 5'10'', and he's got a bit of muscle, and a slight beer gut. He's slow, but really tough, and adamant.

.:::Chapter One:::.

*Melony's Point of View*

I was awoke from my comfortable slumber by the sound of my bedroom window shattering. My eyes shot open, and before I even had time to look around, my sneakers were being shoved onto my feet, and someone was lifting me up.

"Wait! What the hell is going on?!" I squealed, jumping out of the person's arms. I fell when I did this, and landed on the soft earth. I looked up to see a young guy, probably a few years older than me, glaring down at me.

He reached down, and snatched me up, and shoved a small machine gun in my hand.

"What?" I asked, my eyes twitching.

"Don't ask fucking questions, look!" The guy pointed.

I turned my head to see a bunch of people, that were deformed, and some were even missing limbs, or skin, staggering around. They were entering my house. I was about to scream, but the guy's hand covered my mouth, and he turned me towards him, and shook his head.

"We've got to go," he said. "If they come for you, shoot them," he added.

"What about my parents?" I whined. My parents were still in the house. The creatures were going to kill them.

"They're gone by now. There were infected trying to break through your door when I grabbed you," the guy said.

I whimpered. "But..."

"NO! This isn't the time. Follow me," the guy said. He pulled out two pistols, and began to run.

"I don't know how to use a gun," I whined.

"Just pull the trigger," the guy said over his shoulder.

He was running towards a motorcycle, that had a few of the creatures surrounding it.

"Shoot at them, watch out for me though," the guy said.

I pulled the trigger on the machine gun, and bullets went flying. I stumbled back, and the guy fell into step beside me.

The bullets hit some of the creatures, and they noticed us, and began to run towards us. I screamed, and held down the trigger.

The guy was shooting as well. We were almost to the motorcycle now.

As we were running, I felt a hand grab my shoulder, and rip through the material of my pajama shirt. Pain shot through my shoulder and I whimpered.

"Watch out," the guy slung his arm over my head, and hit one of the creatures in its face, knocking it away.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

The guy didn't respond. Instead, he hopped onto the motorcycle, and pulled me on behind him.

"Can you shoot at anything that comes near us?" he asked, cranking up the motorcycle.

"Uh, yeah, I guess," I mumbled.

"Good," the guy nodded, and then the motorcycle started moving.

The creatures tried to swarm us, though they weren't very fast. I shot at them, and the guy drove with one hand, and shot at them as well.

We rode until we were away from the creatures. He drove to a small building, which looked as if it might have been a storm shelter. He drove the motorcycle down into the building and shut the door.

It was completely dark until he lit a candle that was placed in the middle of the floor.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I dunno," I shrugged. My parents were dead. I'd got attacked by a creature that was probably once a human. I was alone with someone who I didn't know, and I'd just killed a bunch of creatures that I'd probably known back when they were humans.

"My name is Nicholas. Feel free to call me Nick," the guy said.

"I'm Melony," I mumbled. I took note of the guy, Nick's, appearance.

He was cute. Really cute, actually. He had messy, light colored hair, and blue eyes that were tired and full of worry. He was dressed in a white dress shirt, that had blood on it, and black slacks, and black dress shoes. He looked dirty and beaten up, kind of. He had an ammo belt on his waist.

"So... What are those things?" I asked.

"I dunno. They were humans, once upon a time. A virus has broke out. It's did this much damage in only a matter of a week. Everyone I know is dead. I went to the police station, and stole the weapons I have," Nick sighed.

"So... Anyone else alive?" I asked.

"No... Well, I dunno. I've been looking for survivors for awhile. I was so glad when I saw that you were still alive, and hadn't been bit. I had to save you, even though it scared you," Nick smiled.

I blushed. "Really? That's heroic of you..." I said.

"I still want to try to find some others that have survived. There have got to be people that have survived... This is a pandemic, though," Nick shook his head.

"I've heard about it, but I didn't think it would ever get this bad. Especially within a week? That's insane..." I shook my head as well.

"Yeah. The people who had a strong enough immune system to survive have been ate by the infected."

"My parents, and all my friends are gone..." I felt tears swell in my eyes, and Nick put a hand on my shoulder that wasn't hurt.

"Hey... Don't cry, please. There's really nothing we can do about this. We've got to fight, okay?" Nick looked me in the eyes.

"Okay... How are we going to survive though?" I squeaked.

"Okay. There's this center, or more than one center. You can radio or phone them from certain areas. All we have to do is get to one of the areas, and then get rescue to come get us. There will be a bunch of survivors there, and we will live there until this outbreak is over," Nick explained.

"Where is the nearest place to radio them?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, but we can search, and we'll eventually find one," Nick sounded a lot more determined than I was.

"Okay," I nodded. There was nothing that I could do other than agree with him. He knew a lot more about this outbreak than I did, it seemed.

"Are you hungry? I have a bit of food left," Nick asked.

"No, not really," I shook my head.

The ground started to shake before Nick could say anything else, and I bit my lip. "Oh, my God," I mumbled.

"Erm.. Not sure what that is," Nick mumbled, standing up.

I stood up as well.

There was a loud roar from outside, and then the top of the storm shelter was ripped off.

There was a huge, deformed infected standing above us, and he looked pissed. He threw the top towards the woods, and then swung his fist at us.

"Let's run!!!!" Nick gasped as the fist came down.

We both dodged it just in time, and climbed out of the shelter.

We took off running, and the infected followed us.

"That's a tank of a creature!" I squealed.

"Agreed. Let's shoot it!!! It's got to go down eventually," Nick said.

I turned and ran backwards, firing at the creatures chest.

Nick did the same.

The tank threw trees towards us, and roared.

We dodged and continued to shoot it, and we both stopped when the tank stopped, and fell to the ground.

"It's dead," Nick mumbled.

"Oh, wow," I panted, and whimpered.

"It's over now," Nick mumbled. He was panting as well, but he was a bit calmer than me.

"Have you ever seen anything like that?" I asked.

Nick shook his head. "I hope I don't see another one like that, either," he mumbled.

"I know... You're motorcycle is gone," I noted.

"Damn. Look's like we're walking. Keep your gun out, and your eyes peeled for the infected," Nick said.

I nodded, and we began to walk in silence.

This was horrible. My life was now over, probably. I didn't see how just me and one other person could continue to defend ourselves. We would eventually run out of bullets, and then it would be over. This was bad. Really bad.

A/N: This chapter is extremely short. I'll try to make the next chapter longer. Sorry. Please rate!