I started this story almost four years ago and figured I'd better go back and re-edit everything in it. I always look at my comments and realize what a little kid I was back then, so I'll be changing all my previous entries, but not the story itself. I hope you enjoy!
NOTE: This takes place 2 weeks after the infection started like at the beginning of the first Left 4 Dead.
Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead. The idea of the Witch comes from PETRA ENDER's story.
Chapter 1: What the Hell?
Zoey POV:
It was terrifying, to see a place you had grown-up in destroyed in a matter of two weeks. To know that all your loved ones had perished by the hands of those creatures or taken their own lives. To walk down the streets of the neighborhoods you had played in and have to watch every move you make or it could be the death of yourself.
Zoey, Bill, Francis, and Louis saw the "Tank" coming at them along with the horde. It crashed through the zombies like they were nothing and grabbed a few and beat them to death all while running down the street toward the survivors.
"Run or shoot?" Louis questioned in a state of panic, his voice escalated at receiving no answer. "RUN OR SHOOT?!"
"Both!" Bill replied while firing at the tank and starting to run toward the nearest alleyway.
They could hear the pounding of the Tank's arms hitting the ground and the screeches and coughs of the hunters and smokers. Francis whipped around as they made it to a fire escape.
"Come on...Come on." He said pointing his gun toward the turn in the alleyway they had just come from. The tank burst around the corner and grabbed the nearest zombie. Before Francis could react the Tank slammed the zombie into him knocking him on top of the car. He felt the breath escape his lungs and watched as the Tank rose up his huge arms to finish him.
Bill ran toward him and fired the SMG into the Tank's face. Outraged the Tank roared and slammed his arms toward Bill. He managed to jump out of the way just in time and the Tank took down the brick wall behind him instead. Suddenly there was shouting from above.
"Go! I'll hold them off!" Zoey screamed as she shot the zombie closest to the fire escape head off with the two Berettas she wielded in her hands. Bill and Francis didn't have to be told twice as they took off toward the fire escape. The Tank finally realizing he missed his target ripped a huge chunk of concrete from the earth and chunked it at Bill who nearly avoided it.
The Tank jumped and grabbed the fire escape and began to climb, reaching up Bill just managed to climb on the roof before the Tank pulled that part of the fire escape down. Zoey was too late to react as the Tank reached up and grabbed the part of fire escape she was standing on. As she was roughly thrown backwards against the hard steel the two pistols were ripped from her hands and fell to the ground below. She pushed against the rail and made a running jump as the fire escape was jerked from the wall.
"Francis…" she cried as she reached for his hand. Their fingers connected for half a second before she felt gravity pulling her down and heard Francis, Bill, and Louis crying out her name. She knew what was coming and she also knew she wasn't ready for it as she felt the cold hand of death clench her heart.
Hunter's POV:
He had watched the whole city fall apart in a matter of two weeks. He had watched more people than he could count parish at the hands of those...creatures. He felt irony hit him as he realized he was one of those creatures. No he wasn't like them. His body didn't decay, he didn't need to have blood or fresh meat to survive, he didn't walk around with only the thoughts of his next meal in his head, he could think, and he still had the intelligence from the human life the others did not.
Even though he could not recall what his human life had been like, he still could understand the language that was spoken and most of the objects found around him. His body had changed when he had turned; it wasn't like the weaker creatures or the long tongued ones, or the fat ones, or the Tank. It was painful and so unbearable. He had watched the others transform and they transformed based on their physical appearance.
If they were buff, they would become a Tank, if they were tall, a long tongue, if they were fat, a puking fat one, if they had lost a child while pregnant, a witch and if they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, a hunter. That's what he had become, but he considered himself a special hunter, one that could do more than kill. The pain of transforming had been a moment in his new life he would never forget. When his spine was twisted and tugged into different angles until it finally became curved and how his leg bones were snapped and formed into a new position so he could pounce. The pain of his finger nails growing at incredible speed and becoming thick and hard as steel, and his two canines being torn from his mouth and fangs tearing through the gums to take their place. It was almost as if he could feel the virus moving throughout his whole system and infecting him. He would never forget it and hoped he would never have to experience that kind of pain again.
Suddenly he heard it, the screeching of another Hunter and the multiple gun shots a few seconds later. He cringed as he heard the car alarm pierce the air around him. Reaching up he covered his ears to block out the noise. Not five seconds later he heard the roar of the horde and a Tank somewhere in their midst. Jumping from building to building he came to a skidding halt as he saw the humans running and firing their weapons at the infected.
It didn't bother him, they could die for all he cared, but as his eyes caught sight of the young woman he felt something tug at his heart. He didn't know where it came from as the feeling grew into a need to protect her.
"What the hell?" he said aloud, even though to human ears it would sound like a bunch of growls. He should just let her die, but he knew he would feel the unbearable guilt later and there was no way he would kill her, he'd never killed a human and hopefully he never would.
Jumping to the building beside the fire escape he watched the older male barely avoid getting knocked off the fire escape as the Tank grabbed it. His heart slowed as he watched the Tank grab the fire escape and rip it off the building along with the girl. "Francis…" He heard her scream as she reached for the biker dudes hand. Whoosh! She went sailing down to the ground as her hand was ripped from his.
Without a second thought to his own health and safety, he pushed against the side of the building with his legs and flew toward her falling form. Wrapping his arms around her waist he slammed against the ground and they both went rolling and skidding across the concrete. His world was spinning and his senses were jumbled for about twenty seconds before he regained his composure.
The Hunter looked up to see the girl pushing herself to her feet and wobbling slightly. The Tank suddenly was right behind her and reaching its arm out to kill her. Pushing against the ground he pounced on the Tank's chest and started clawing frantically and hoping it would already be almost dead. Of course though he had no such luck, the Tank easily grabbed the Hunter with his massive hand and began to squeeze.
He felt the pain tear through his body as his bones were strained to the point of almost breaking and the air was squeezed from his lungs. The next thing that happened though made him screech out in pure agony. As the Tank squeezed him his finger slipped down and it suddenly snapped the femur of the Hunter's right leg. The pain shot through his body and the edges of his vision became black and he knew he couldn't handle much more.
The gun shots tore through the air in a fury as they all connected with the Tank's face. The Tank made a lunge for the girl, but one more shot to the face stopped him dead, literally. As the Tank's grip released him, he immediately rolled out of the way so not to be crushed as the Tank crashed to the ground. He looked up to see his savior standing there with Berettas in her hands and fixing her messed up ponytail. Coming to his senses he realized it was the girl he had saved from falling to her death.
Yay! They saved each other. :3 Please review!