I do not own Charles Dickens, or Left 4 Dead, but I do own Azimov (If you notice I use that name alot) and some other characters. Any similaries in this story to any person living or dead is to be dispatched of your own judgement, and really creepy. A/N: I made a few changes, let me know what you think.
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"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way." Charles Dickens

Third Person
At 5'5", Azimov was in good shape. Standing out amongst the infected due to his height, his pure white hair despite his being twenty, his heterochromia iridis, one eye being blood red and the other a deep violet. That and the fact he was wearing a white suit, white fedora, white leather shoe, white button up under shirt, and a red tie. Suddenly he heard gun shots, "the hell was that?" Azimov wondered. The gunshots had come from a group of survivors that were attempting to make their way to the next safe room. Walking over to where he had heard the gun shots and saw four figures fighting their way to the nearby safehouse.

Azimov's POV
The group consisted of a black male, a female, a old male, and a scary looking male, all fighting for their lives. I walked over to the safe house and picked up a large infected (not a boomer) and hid behind a nearby door. The group fought their way to the safe house and piled inside, but before they could celebrate, or close the door, a tongue shot through the doorway wrapping itself around the
black male's neck.
"Louis!" screamed the female, running to the door. I quickly ran from my hiding spot and shut the door, blocking it with the large infected.
"What, who, how?" asked the female, collapsing to the ground. I went over to the one called Louis, to see if I could help but it was too late. He was missing alot of flesh, and was not going to live much longer, I made my move. Walking quickly over to Louis, I tapped the nearest infected on the shoulder, it turned and started to lunge but paused and retreated in fear, so did the rest of the crowd, even the smoker. Standing over Louis I picked him up and unhinged my jaw, his eyes widened in fear as I bit down on his neck, gulping down the luscious red liquid that flowed forth. I stood up and wiped the blood off my mouth, walking over to the safehouse and pushed the body out of the way. Opening the door I was greeted with the the trio asking where Louis was.
"He's dead." I said flatly, showing no emotion. The two men walked over and comforted the female, whose name was apparently named Zoey. From other bits and pieces of conversation I placed the older one as Bill and the scary one as Francis.
I sat down and asked "what now?"

Zoey's POV
I can't believe that Louis is dead. We had made it, I mean he was here in the room. Pulling myself from my thoughts I relized that we had a stranger in the room and no one knew his name. "What....what's your name?" I asked, looking at the stranger. He looked up and responded,
"Azimov Chekov." He smiled and I noticed that all of his teeth were pointed. I screamed, his teeth were covered in blood. He flicked a piece of meat from his teeth, I stared at it in horror, it was human flesh...a black man's flesh.
"What are you!" I screamed, crawling backto the wall. Bill and Francis pointed their guns at Azimov.
"I'll give you three guesses, and for each wrong guess i'll give you a hint." he said raising his hands and smiling amusidly.
"Are you a new breed of special infected?" I asked figuriing that was the most likely answer.
"No sweetie, but here's your first hint." and before anyone could react Azimov had pulled out a large revolver and blew off both his kneecaps.
"Dear god," Bill said shakily.
"You still have two more guesses." Azimov chuckled, still grinning.
"Are you a lychon?" Francis asked blatently trying not to throw up.
"Wrong again." laughed Azimov who then shot himself in the chest, causing his lungs and bits of his rib cage to fall out.
"I got it, you're a goul!" Bill said with a matter of fact like tone.
"Here's you last hint." and with that Azimov placed the gun under his chin and blew off the top of his head, leaving only his jaw intact. Francis lost it at that point and fell to one knee, throwing up.
"Only one thing it can be," stated Bill, "a-"
"Vampire." the disfigured jaws said, still grinning.

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I've never really liked Louis soooooo yeah. Please review i'm begging you to review, you don't know how much it will make me happy to see people reveiw this story!!!!!!PLEASE REVIEW IT, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!