Heart of the Apocalypse
Chapter One
Three words: I. Hate. Zombies.
I mean really, they're bad enough in video games, all trying to eat your brains and your babies and such. Now, try dealing with them in real life. That my friends, is why I hate them. It's not like they're hard to kill or anything, the common ones anyway; just one headshot and BOOM! Done like dinner. There are just a lot of them around, which is really annoying. However, it's the special infected that prove to be much more of a challenge. They don't fucking die as easily. Stupid Green Flu, stupid military, stupid parents thinking it would be a good idea to take a vacation down south just when Z-Day happened.
So yeah, I kinda hate zombies.
It all started a few weeks ago. My parents had thought it would be nice to go on a spontaneous vacation, and myself being a basement dweller of their townhouse, had no choice but to come along. Had I had a job at the time, I could've probably been able to stay home, but I was about as independent as a blob fish, and even saying that was an overstatement. After all, I was only a first year at the local university for Fine Arts, and was thusly still living at home. My parents had peer-pressured me into going with them for their crazy idea of a fun time. I mean honestly, who wants to go vacationing to Southern United States for no reason? Not that I have anything against the United States or southerners, it's just not something that interested me.
So after much whining, I put in the backseat of my dad's land rover (literally, he's 6"2, and I am only 5"5, he just picked me right up off the friggin' ground) and we started our drive from southern Canada to the southern States, something that took much longer than I wanted. After spending days and days in the sweltering heat, we finally made it to the city of Savannah, Georgia, where we checked into a hotel, and my parents started to run around the city, taking pictures and, thankfully, leaving me to my own devices in the hotel. I would spend hours at a time just kicking back and relaxing, just minding my own business, usually watching T.V.
That was when I first heard about the spreading infection.
I had been lounging on one of the beds in the hotel room, just flipping through channels, when the news caught my eye. The new reporter was talking about vaccinations for what sounded like some kind of flu. Apparently it had already hit most of the eastern half of the world, and people were dropping like flies. Some were calling the "New Black Plague", while others called it the "Green Flu". Either way, it seemed pretty serious to me, but I tried to push it out of my mind. After all, it had only been in the eastern part of the world, right?
A few more weeks past, and I was beyond bored with that "vacation" of ours. During those last few weeks I had of seeing my life in as much of a normal way as it could've been, the "Green Flu" had spread to the far eastern portion of the States, and was slowly moving west and south towards Georgia. By that point, it was clear that Earth had entered an apocalyptic state. I know that sounds like a bland way of describing everything that happened, but that is really the only way of saying it.
I was forced to watch as people died, lived, and died again; how they grew and shrank, shrieked and cackled, and foamed at the mouth. I saw the nice people at the hotel go rabid, and start to eat their guests, all the while gurgling and howling like crazy people. It was like something out of my favourite zombie shooter games, only it was legit. To add to my problem, both my parents had disappeared, and I was fairly certain that they were either dead or worse: undead.
I don't know how I managed to survive the ordeal at the hotel, but I did, and I was able to escape out of Savannah itself and to a small abandoned village on the outskirts. I was now holed up within a small abandoned house, with nothing but an AK-47, some food that was left within the house, and a few convenient pipe bombs and a Molotov that I'd found there. Now I could only do a few things: wait, and survive. This was literally Hell on Earth, and I had to make the best of it.
Look out Apocalypse, I'm awake and I'm alive.
A/N: Hey all! So, this is the first chapter of something I've thought about writing for a while. I know it's a little short compared to the other first chapters I tend to write, but I am just testing the waters right now, to see how it goes from here -grins-. So yeah, this is just going to be a story about another survivor of the apocalypse, who runs into the survivors of L4D2. EllisxOC, yada yada yada. Cause he's cute n' stuff, and he needs someone who won't make fun of him (not the entire time anyway –wink-). NO HATERS PLEASE, this is just for fun, as are all my other works, and I would love feedback and stuff! :D Not that I hate Zoey or something, I just for some reason don't see her and Ellis being a good couple (just my opinion, I love Zoey, just not with Ellis, so yeah xD). I personally prefer EllisxNick –gigglegiggle-, but that's another story. ANYWAY, I do believe I have rambled enough. Please, enjoy! :D I will submit more soon hopefully, just gotta work tomorrow first haha. ALSO, if anything seems not-canon, PLEASE SAY SO (characters OOC, events, facts, etc.).