[A/N] Decided to try this story out once more. I've been playing L4D2 too much, so... This was brought up again. This doesn't stop me from my other story. I'll get to that as soon as I start cleaning up the Decoy class. Until then, L4D2 belongs to VALVE respectively.

I'm not one to be outspoken, nor social. I liked to hide a lot, and stay out of peoples way. Speaking to strangers was forbidden in my book. And when I was forced to go out to these 'social gatherings' I always made sure that my older brother was with me, so I can stay behind him while he talked. He was a great guy, we always hung out and had fun. Spencer was his name, and he was the optimistic side of me.

We both were on a road trip (and honestly I don't remember where to) until news about a Green Flu was going around. Not knowing what to do, we packed up and were leaving, making a stop at a motel. There was barely anyone in it, so we took our chances. Before we knew it, CEDA came in knocking on every door checking for people. Spencer had a bad feeling and told me to hide underneath the bed. They came in, and of course the usual rounds of question were thrown at him. I last remember seeing his feet along with others leaving the room. I was totally alone,

And scared. I took a nap, hoping someone else would come.

I woke up, hours later, got up and checked outside my window. Oh my God...

I was stuck inside a zombie movie, all alone.

I clung onto the pistol that I found lying around the motel, along with other weapons, but stuck to this one since it was closer. It's been a little over a week since CEDA came and took my brother. The last time I saw any sort of life, without having the desire for human flesh. Food was so scarce, and I honestly don't want to go out and look for food. I leaned against the door and let out a sigh. I was trapped here, not knowing what to do. Maybe i'll die from starvation or be stupid enough to go out, and get eaten alive.

Gun shots from the distance perked my ears. Survivors? Out here? So maybe I'm not entirely alone, which in a way, was a relief. They came closer and closer. I got more nervous and nervous. What would happen if I ran out screaming for help and they shot me, thinking I was a zombie? Or if they aren't friendly, and don't want to help me. Ohhhh... So much negative, I think i'll just stay here and-

As I turned around to face the door, it swung in my face roughly, sending me on my back to the ground. A pair of blue eyes hovering over me scared me.

" Ho' shit! Sorry missy! I was just lookin'-" Without thinking, I grabbed the stranger by the collar, slammed him on the ground, and placed my pistol against his forehead.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Look miss, I am sorry I slammed the door in yer face! But-!" A click behind me startled me, along with the dark threatening voice that followed.

"Let go of the hick, and I swear to God I won't shoot your brains out." He glared at me, as I let go of the man, glaring back at him. The 'hick' retreated to his white suit friend, looking a tad bit afraid. A woman and rather plump man appeared at the door way. "Nick! What the hell do you think you're doing! Put the gun down!" His gaze didn't leave my sight.

"This idiot was going to kill Ellis, and I'm not taking any chances. Maybe she got bit and is going crazy." They all looked at me, probably expecting me to turn into a zombie or something. I let out a scoff, attempting to wipe the blood dripping from my nose.

"For your information, I've been inside this room for over a week now." The woman came towards me, concern written all over her face.

"Look, we don't mean harm, and I'm taking a guess that you're afraid, but we're friendly people. Well, expect Nick. But other than that, we would never thinking of harming another survivor. Never." I took a quick glance at her, and back at Nick, who was ever so still glaring at me.

"Alright then... I believe you." She smiled and hugged me. It was weird, but I guess... Alright?

"Okay then! The name's Rochelle, Ro for short. That big man over there is known as Coach. The man you tackled over there is Ellis. And the asshole in the white suit is Nick. Now what's your name?" I looked at her for a moment before fidgeting. "It's Calypso, but Cal if it's a mouthful."

They let me tag along with them, Nick wasn't so pleased though. He argued that I was going to go nuts and kill everyone. Rochelle finally shut him up about it, and let me join them. After awhile of walking, I decided to apologize to Ellis for giving him quite a fright.

"Umm... Ellis?" He turned to me, and smiled with this goofy grin on his face. "'Ey there Cal, what's up?" I fidgeted with the axe that Rochelle gave me, slightly blushing.

"I've been meaning to say sorry when I put my gun to your head. I was scared and all and you just came outta nowhere and-" He placed a finger on my lips to stop my rambling.

"It's all right darlin', you were scared and tried to protect yer self. Plus I kinda deserve it for givin' yew a nosebleed. Heheh..." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head as he chuckled nervously. I found it cute and decided to stay close by him and Rochelle. Coach was a cool guy as well, but I avoided Nick for sometime, since he gave out these vibes that I swear were trying to strangle me.

Once the motel was cleared out from most of the zombies, and everyone gathered as much supplies as they can hold, they all decided to head out to the carnival they were all talking about. I looked back at the motel, wondering if I was truly safe, and if it was a wise choice to leave the sanctuary of my old motel room that I shared with Spencer. I let out a sigh and walked off along with the group before they left me behind. The one goal that I had was to find Spencer.

[A/N] Just a quick intro to my character. Eventually i'll introduce you guys to blood, guts, and gore. Oh my. Critique and reviews are acceptable.