It was the final stand.
There were minutes left until rescue, and she was already almost out of ammo. Limping, she made her way to the dock. Her vision was almost entirely blacked out from one too many smacks, bites, scratches, and blows thrown her way.
Callie heard the angry roar of the horde of infected, and steeled herself for one last stand. Her heart thrummed erratically as the mob of zombies made their way for her, eyes red and filled with hunger.
They approached with steady speed, and she picked off a few with her pistol until she ran out of ammo. The steady whirring of a boat engine sounded off behind her, and she thanked whatever god there was for her rescue. The zombie mob drew closer still, and she prepared herself for the final countdown, when--
"I've been workin' on a cocktail called Grounds for Divorce..."
Callie shrieked and leapt from her seat, scrambling to press the pause button on her Xbox controller as she fumbled for the phone on the couch next to her.
"Hello?!" she whispered breathlessly into the phone, pressing a hand to her chest in a useless attempt to calm her heart.
"Callie, were you playing those dumb video games again? You know you need to get to work," the voice on the other end lectured, and Callie rolled her eyes.
"Lissa, can you please lay off? I'm sick," she groaned, forcing a fake cough. She winced at how fake and whiny she sounded, but she so did not feel like going into work today.
"No, Callie, I will not calm down. One, I need you to cover my shift today, 'cause Matthew is finally taking me out to a nice dinner instead of pizza in his apartment, and two, you should know better than to fake sick right now. There's that whole 'epidemic' thing floating around right now, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't make jokes about it."
"Wait, what epidemic thing?" Callie responded, standing up to turn off her Xbox and grab her keys. She could practically see her best friend roll her eyes.
"Leave it to you to not know that we're in the middle of the very collapse of civilization as we know it. Didn't you hear, Callie? We're the last two survivors! But I hear there's another guy out somewhere, so we can be his sex slaves for eternity if you want."
Callie groaned, flopping lazily onto the couch and stabbing the remote (the 'On' key was always a bit sticky). She changed the channel to the news, where a stern-looking blonde woman was talking about some virus.
"The number of infected persons is growing rapidly, and the WHO has already lost track of how many have been infected with this new virus. The virus is spread through bodily fluids, and symptoms include fever, ashen skin, coughing, and increased agitation. Remember to wash your hands frequently and avoid anyone who may be sick," the woman said, and Callie sighed.
"It sounds just like the flu, Lissa, so just calm down and let me at least get out the door before you start ranting at me, okay?" she said, tugging her hair back and winding it into a messy ponytail.
"Callie, if you hang up on me just because I'm concerned about your safety, I swear to God I will-" Lissa was cut off by a loud bang, and then she heard screams on the other end before the line abruptly went dead.
"Oh, shit," Callie whispered, before racing out the door to find Lissa.
So that's the first chapter... Hope y'all enjoyed. My first attempt at a multi-chaptered story! This story was written for a contest on deviantart, which I doubt I'll finish in time, but whatever! Left 4 Dead is property of Valve.