Hello there, this is my first Left 4 Dead fan fiction ever so creatively titled "Left 2 Die". This title is subject to change if i can think of something that sounds good. Ah yes, disclaimer. I own absolutely nothing related to Left 4 Dead or Left 4 Dead 2 except for the characters I designed for this specific story.
Left 2 Die.
The streets of the city were anything but quiet. The sound of hundreds of footsteps echoed off the buildings, and gunshots rang clear. Orders were being shouted from a large, burly man who carried an AK-47. He and his group of seven took refuge inside a deserted jewelry shop, hiding behind the counters. They took turns firing and reloading until the horde had been picked off. Sergeant James Rauther smiled, pleased that the men and women he had come across were going to make it to the safe house.
"Alright people, let's roll out. We're not far," he promised them as he led them through the back room and out into the alley. The group moved silently, ever alert as they moved. An alley could prove to be dangerous if they stuck around too long. Just up ahead though a red door was illuminated and a few had released a breath they hadn't realized they were holding. James rushed them along, having them file inside. It wasn't until he finished counting the survivors that he realized he was one short. Where the hell was Zack? Muttering a curse under his breath, he had the survivors lock the door while he went back to look for the kid.
'God damn him, I told that little punk ass to stay with the group…' he thought to himself. James heard labored breathing as he went around the alley corner. Lying against the building was Zack. His shirt was shredded, his face and chest lacerated.
"Pissed off a witch, didn't you?" James shook his head as he pulled out a medical kit and began to patch up the young teen.
"S-sarge…" Zack gurgled as he glanced up, eyes wide with fear. James started when he heard the growling and the death screech. He let out a cry as something landed on him and claws began digging into his flesh. James rammed his elbow into his assailant's rib cage winding him before swinging his fist back and knocking the hunter off. The creature whined and yelped as he was knocked back. He was a scrawny thing, smaller than most hunters the police sergeant had seen. James didn't bother to grab his gun, he grabbed Zack and ran, dragging the wounded teen with him. The red door of the safe room was within reach and he shouted for the survivors to open the door.
The door swung open and two survivors, Raul and Shane, had their guns ready watching for any infected. They heard the coughing of a smoker and glanced up to the rooftops. Sure enough, there was the tall lanky form of a smoker; Raul took aim and one bullet to the head brought down the long tongued monstrosity. James bulldozed past them, dragging Zack close behind them; Shane shut the door and placed the bar over it.
Lisa brought out another medical kit and started to patch up James' wounds, while Mark finished taking care of Zack. The older woman took note of how deep the sergeants wounds were, how many he had accumulated in so short a time. A hunter had done this. James had gotten off lucky, as had Zack. Between the two of them Zack had suffered worse, being such a scraggly boy. James was as strong as an ox and had a build to match, since he was immune he would heal up nicely but he'd carry the scars for the remainder of his life. Lisa sighed and finished wrapping his chest and back with gauze. At the very least, he came back in one piece and with the kid. She offered Zack a sympathetic smile, rubbing his shoulder. Cassandra had searched for something to eat in the safe room and came across some canned goods.
"Looks like we can have some tomato soup, ravioli, and oh, look at this, Vienna sausages…" she called from the pantry below.
"Anything else?" James asked as he limped towards the stairs ignoring Lisa's plea to lay still.
"Anchovies, olives, spinach… And some canned fruit," Cassandra replied carrying some of the cans up the stairs.
"We'll make do. Food is food," he nodded and hobbled back to his cot. After the survivors had their fill, a few had hunkered down. Cassandra and Raul stayed up listening for any approaching threats. Most of that time was spent reading the graffiti on the walls and adding to it. Outside they could hear the coughing of yet another smoker, it was distant though, and chances are the creature wouldn't take an interest in the place. Next to James' cot, his daughter, Natalie, slept or at least tried to. She could hear the coughing of the creature outside. But she could also hear growling and snarling in the alleyway. Hunters. She hated those things… The high school junior curled into a ball and covered her ears, not wanting to hear them as they growled and snarled at one another.
Out in the alleyway two hunters were growling and snarling at each other; the smaller one in the dark purple hoodie bared his teeth at a much larger one in a green and grey hoodie, his Alpha. Shroud despised Skoll with a passion and always felt the urge to sink his claws into the larger males throat. He had lost his meal not too long ago and tried to scavenge off of Skoll who refused to let the Beta steal his kill. It was one thing to steal a kill from a smoker, or other infected; stealing from a fellow hunter, let alone the Alpha of the pack, was usually more trouble than it was worth.
But Shroud would not let it go. He crouched down, his claws itching to sink into the flesh of his leader. Skoll sensed the Beta's aggression and readied himself as the smaller one launched himself at him. Skoll caught him and clawed at Shroud's chest and torso, throwing him off his body. Shroud whimpered and climbed up along the wall, he felt the heavy stomps of a tank not too far off. He grinned and listened as the Alpha pursued him and took off in the direction of the tank once Skoll had reached the top of the building. Skoll was bigger than him, no doubt about that; but Shroud had speed, and the tank would unknowingly lend him the strength he lacked to get rid of Skoll.
He dashed across the city as fast as he could, ignoring the stinging pain in his chest. Up ahead was the tank just at the city's edge, he leapt down quietly, clinging to the wall. Skoll launched himself off the ledge to catch the foolish Beta only to find a really massive tank in front of him. Tricked, the word rang through his head. He couldn't speak, or even understand human speech too well, but Skoll still had enough intelligence to realize that Shroud had laid a trap. He went still, his body tense as the behemoth rounded on him with an angry roar. Skoll dodged the tanks first strike, but was distracted from the second one when he heard Shroud's warning cry. Three new hunters had joined his side, Skoll couldn't recognize their scent which meant Shroud had recently brought them into his territory. Before he knew it he was thrown across the parking lot, his body skipping across the concrete like a flat stone on still water. He winced and forced himself to his feet, dodging another attack from the tank as it charged him with an angry cry.
Two of the three new hunters joined the tank in attacking him. He screeched as one tore into his left leg, tearing through the rough fabric of his jeans into skin and muscle. This one still had his eyes, though; it was unfortunate for him, as Skoll raked his claws across them, blinding his adversary. The little prick would have lost them eventually. Skoll yelped as the tank struck again, but this time he at least had another body to shield his. He leapt upon the tanks shoulders, clawing desperately at his face, trying to blind him. He had forgotten about the other hunter and shrieked when it leapt on his back, knocking him off the tank. He felt the claws strike along his jaw and the bridge of his nose. Snarling, Skoll lashed out, catching his attacker by the throat and squeezed, suffocating the weaker hunter. It whimpered and squealed, attempting to break free from a grasp that was as unrelenting as it was unforgiving. Skoll snarled and smashed his forehead against the other hunter's, his teeth sinking into flesh and tearing away the skin and cartilage of his nose.
The hunter screamed and yanked away, Skoll's claws tore open small rivulets into his enemies neck as the attacker crawled off, whimpering in pain. The Alpha spit out the flesh and growled as the tank once again approached. He was growing tired and weak from the fight, his wounds bled freely taking the fire out of him. He attempted to dodge the tank instead of fight it. Just when it seemed the tank would relent he felt the earth shake as the tank ripped up a chunk of concrete and hurled it at him. Skoll attempted to duck but the hunk of rock struck home, sending him over the edge of the empty lot, down the hill, and into the river below…