Okay so first L4D series fanfic. Hope you all like it. PS, I do not own any of the L4D characters, however there are a few in this story of my own creation. Also, there are some factual events and things in here. I.E. Ebola really is a filo virus. I a weird and read alot of zombie books, and science books. I hope you all like it!
Tiny droplets of moisture were beginning to gather on her faceplate, and she swore silently. The Savannah summer was bearing down on them indicating that the hottest portion of the day had indeed arrived. She moved around the med tent, unable to hear much over the gush of the air from the portable blower. She had come to despise the field Haz-Mat suits, but understood that they were a necessary evil. In the tent with her there were three patients, all clearly infected with the virus they had come to know as "The Green Flu". The elderly woman on the bed closest to her suddenly began to convulse. "SHIT!" she screamed, getting the attention of the other body in the Haz-Mat suit. Her Co-Worker turned and rushed over to help her. "She's choking on vomit! We have to clear an airway!" He yelled, inserting gloved fingers into her mouth to scoop out vomit. The lady bit suddenly, and he screamed.
Jennifer stared in disbelief for a moment, as the elderly woman pawed at her friend. The old lady looked ravenous, but that certainly couldn't be true… Could it? Snapping out of her daze she grabbed a handful of the woman's hair and pulled. She fell back into the bedside table suddenly, and realizing that she had pulled had enough to remove quite the chunk of hair from the woman's scalp. Her friend was still screaming, and she yelled for the military guardsmen that waited outside the tent. "Help! We need some fucking help in here!"
Suddenly there were three soldiers with masks on in the tent with her. They shoved her out of the way, and grabbed the old lady. One of the soldiers grabbed her head, jerking and trying to get her to let go. When she wouldn't one of the soldiers pulled out his pistol and hit the lady squarely in the forehead. The woman let go suddenly, and she watched as her friend pulled a mangled hand from her mouth. There was blood everywhere, and she stepped forward to try to help. She was shoved back again by a soldier. "She needs to be put into holding. You come with me." He said, grabbing the other CEDA worker and dragging him from the tent. "Wait! He needs medical attention you sonofabitch!" She said, calling after the soldier. She felt a tap on her shoulder, and turned to see the other asked guardsmen standing there. "Take out her iv's so that we can get her into holding," one of them ordered. She stared at them breathlessly for a second, before reaching grabbing a gauze sponge. The woman was moaning, and Jennifer could feel her elevated body heat through the thick plastic gloves of the suit. She quickly pulled the IV line from her arm, and applied a gauze pad to stop the bleeding. She turned to reach for a pressure bandage, only to be shoved out of the way for a third time. The soldiers were not waiting, and the woman was picked up and carried out of the tent forcibly. "Wait! Where are you going with her! We need a Gurney!" She called after them, and stood in disbelief as they ignored her.
She heard another groan from behind her, and turned to see another of her patients convulsing. She quickly turned, grabbing a plastic bedpan in the process, and flipped the patient (a teenage girl) onto her side. A green jet of vomit flew past the girls lips, splattering the bedpan and floor. Jennifer stood back for few seconds, her mouth ajar as the girl vomited for what seemed like hours. When she was done, the girl turned back over weakly, and fell into the regular catatonic state that the other infected were. She swallowed, feeling bile rising in the back of her throat, she shook her head. 'Get yourself together Jen, no room in this job for a weak stomach' She thinks her stomache lurched thickly.
Something was very wrong here, she thought, gathering up the slimy bedpan. This is no simple flu epidemic, she thinks silently, as she pours the vomit into a sealable biohazard jar. The gunk fills up five jars, and she stands amazed again. Screwing the lids on and slapping on some red bio tape, she transports them to a portable cooling unit where other specimens are stored.
Someone was tapping her on the shoulder, and she turns bewildered to see Cain standing there before her. She exhaled sharply, her heart seeming to have gravitated to her throat instead of her chest cavity. He shot her a grin, and then looked around. There was still blood on the bed that the older woman had occupied. "What happened?" He yelled at her over the hum of his suit. She threw her hands up in the air, a gesture that told him 'Long Story'. He was about to ask for more details when another CEDA worker walked in. The small Asian woman pointed to Jen, and then hiked a thumb at the tents entrance. 'Relief' is what that meant. Jen nodded and opened the cool unit again, retrieving the bile samples she had just stored there. She gave the other's one last glance before leaving the tent. Cain was taking the temperature of the teen girl, and he looked up at her as she left. He made a motion of shoveling food into his mouth, and she rolled her eyes. That man was still hitting on her, even at a time like this. She glowered at him, and turned quickly.
The Savannah sunlight nearly blinded her as she carried the samples to the mobile testing facility. All she knew was she could not wait to get out of this fucking suit. Looking over to the front of the base they had set up, she was surprised to see the amount of traffic parked outside. People were scared, on top of being sick, and so they were flocking to them like moths to the flame. She felt bad for them; she knew that there was no way that they could help all of them. Already they were talking of sending them to other places, to some of the other bases that had begun popping up all over Georgia.
She reached the mobile lab. It had a glass door in the front for specimens only. When you inserted the containers and shit the door, the specimens would undergo intense UV lights as well as a shower in a green Enviro-Chem solution. They got the same chemical shower when they came in from the field, to disinfect their suits. She stepped into the shower units that were set up outside, entering the plastic bubble that was supposedly airtight. Pulling the chain, she waited for the five minute chemical shower to finish. Again, she had the sinking feeling that something just wasn't right here.
After the shower was finished, she followed the plastic bubble to the suit storage chamber. You would be amazed just how quickly your world could be transformed into a blue plastic bubble, and just how claustrophobic you can get in one. She skimmed off the suit and hung it on its hook. Her green hospital scrubs were soaked with her perspiration, and she longed for a real shower desperately. CEDA had booked the entire Comfort Inn, though they only got to see it long enough to fall into an exhausted sleep to wake three or four hours later. Straightening her black hair into a tight ponytail, she pulled open the door of the mobile unit.
It was silent as the dead inside the portable, and she was almost thankful to be alone. She shut the door tightly behind her, which switched off the portable's UV light in the entrance way. She walked over to the specimen box after she put on a blue lab coat, gloves, and anti-viral mask. She pulled the vomit out of the specimen containment, and took it to the nearest workstation. She popped open one of the bile containers, and extracted some using a dropper. She spread the green fluid on a glass slide, and slid it into microscope. Next she filled a plastic capillary tube with it and placed it into a mini centrifuge. She spun the fluid, and removed it when the machine beeped. She placed this capillary tube into another machine that measured the vomit for substances. She was glancing into the microscope and noting the appearance of the virus. It was shaped like shepherds crooks, and this made her gasp aloud.
Viruses that are shaped as such were called filo viruses, and are considered most lethal viruses known to man. The last filo virus discovered was named Ebola, a virus so strong that they had dubbed it humanity's "Slate Cleaner". It had a lethality of 90% or greater, and its sister Marburg had a lethality rate of 70% or greater. She swallowed a lump. Did HQ know this was a filo virus? She suddenly felt very exposed in the thin lab gear. Suddenly there was another beep, and she just about jumped out of her skin. The computer was downloading the results to indicate substances in the bile. She hoped that it could tell her if this woman had ingested something infected and become sick that way. The results were strange however; it found no traceable substances except one, human pheromones. She furrowed her brow in confusion when suddenly two arms grabbed her from behind.