After playing Left for Dead 1 and 2, watching Zombieland, Shaun of the Dead, and I am Legend, I decided to write this. It'll be my new story and I'll *hopefully* update every week. I hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer:I own NOTHING but the story...that's square and disney.
So now...enjoy!
It was cold outside. Cold and lonely and dangerous. I looked left, then right, and then left once again, just to make sure I was safe. I was…for now. Quickly I closed my eyes so that I could sleep for some energy, but I'd be ready in case I heard them.
My life had become the wandering hell it was a year earlier when the swine flu had become an epidemic and pharmacists rushed out a vaccine. At first it ended up working fine and the number of cases worldwide drastically decreased. Then the first person bugged out and bit an innocent bystander in front of a crowd, then eating him(A/n: I am Legend/Zombieland mix? I think so!). Incidents like that ended up sprouting out all over and soon enough there were more zombies than people. Any survivors were either people who didn't get the vaccine or people who were immune. I was one of those "lucky" one's who were immune, but my family wasn't so fortunate. They too had become zombies, and I was the one who had to take them out. To say it nicely, it scarred me for life, or whatever my existence could be called now. Before my dad…changed, he gave me a necklace in the shape of a weird X. Inscribed on it was the names of the four founders of my family. It was my most treasured possession.
That's when I heard the clanking of the paint can and shot up from my nap. The can was rolling around the corner and not too far behind it, a gruesome zombie followed. It's teeth were sharp and stained red from however it quenched its sickening diet. Its skin was rotting and dead, told be its wrinkled and unnaturally brown/green appearance. It smelled of rotting flesh and death and evil and its sharp yellow finger nails were very claw-like. Rips and shreds of its previous clothes still hung around its sickening body and its lifeless black eyes focused on me. A high pitched, hell-raising scream pierced the air and it charged at me, disgusting teeth gnawing as it ran.
"Fuck You!" I pulled out my pistol, calmly aiming it at its head as it ran towards me. The bullet left the chamber and ripped through its revolting skull when I pulled the trigger. Another loud screech left its thin gray lips as it fell to the ground. Black blood pooled around its head and when I looked behind it, the wall was covered in that blood too.
I N before yet again closing my eyes. And so was my life, killing zombies and walking towards what I hoped was a real place. I had heard rumors of a camp where other people who were immune were hiding out. Apparently it was in the middle of Middle America and hidden far in the woods. That was basically the only thing keeping me from just offing myself, the thought that there were more people like me out there, fighting for life.
After sleeping for a few more hours, I woke up and looked through my back pack. In there was food, extra clothes, two bottles of water, a first aid kit, a flash light and some batteries. I took out an energy bar and finished it quickly before taking a swig of my water and walking into the bathroom of the abandoned building I had crashed in the night before. It was an apartment building and I was actually genuinely happy that it had a shower. You have to love the little things in life.
So after my cold shower I walked out into the streets where it was burning hot. The sun was charring the desert around me and the black tar streets looked like they would start bubbling up at any moment. Luckily there were no zombies around and I didn't have to carry the hot steel weapon in my hand; it was resting in my pocket.
I walked east towards the center of the country all day until the sun started setting, which is when I decided I should look for a place to sleep; the zombies became much more active and numerous at night.
I passed a building that seemed ok and decided to walk in. I took out my flashlight and used it to help guide me through the building and search for any zombies.
As I was passing a room I heard the low wailing of a woman. Instantly I went into defense mode and pulled out my pistol. Slowly, very slowly, I pushed open the wooden door to find someone in the corner, shaking with sobs while facing the wall. I walked towards her hesitantly and cautiously tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hello? Are you okay?" I had asked.
The girl jumped up and screamed before turning to face me. I saw that she was indeed alive and very, very devastated. She was wearing a torn and dirtied white dress and she had long blonde hair draped over her right shoulder. Her eyes, even clouded with tears and shrouded in the dark, were a magnificent blue. Her soft skin was moonlight pale and her lips were a perfect pink.
With her perfect eyes she stared at me before throwing herself into my chest. I walked us over to the bed in the center of the room and sat down, the girl still crying into my chest. Her silent sobs wracked her tiny frame and I started shaking too. The girl's wet tears were soaking my shirt, but I didn't care. I didn't even know her and I thought she was perfect.
"Shh, shh, it's ok now. I'm here. Nothing's going to hurt you. Shh." I was rocking her back and forth and I was whispering in her ear sweet nothings to calm her down.
"I'm Roxas Aoki. Who might you be?" I asked to help get her mind off of whatever was making her cry.
"I-I-I'm Namine Grey. P-pleased to m-meet you." She stuttered between cries.
"It's very nice to meet you too." I smiled a small smile.
"RAHHHHHHHH!!!!" I turned just in time to see a zombie hurdling towards us.
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song for the story:"Train to Miami", by Steel Toe Bathtub. this song was actually in the commercial for the first Left for Dead!
song for the chapter:"Crazy" by Gnarls Barkely.
