Left 4 Dead: Cross-Country

by Robotgirl434

Taking place around the same time as Left 4 Dead 2, A housewife, a middle schooler, a firefighter and a foreign exchange student are left to fend for themselves and must travel across the country to finally be freed from the infection. (Will include bonus content from canon campaigns later on) Cover image of Savannah by Milizapiainc and MustacheSkulls on deviantART

1. Savannah Townsend

Savannah took one last look at the bodies of her children, but she knew it was useless save for sentimental value. They had been gone for too long now, nothing could bring them back. She had failed to protect them from their father, who had turned into one of them, one of the infected.

If he had been a normal infected, she could've saved them. But what he turned into was something more advanced, something that coughed and hacked, that shot out tentacles from its malformed face. He had captured their young children with that tentacle tongue of his while Savannah was surrounded by a swarm of common infected with nothing but a frying pan in hand. She couldn't get to her children in time. She couldn't kill her husband fast enough.

Savannah's gaze lingered on the corpses of her once beautiful children, and even flickered over to what used to be her husband. She couldn't stay angry at him. She loved him dearly, and it was that damn flu that made him do what he did. It changed him.

She'd keep her wedding ring.

Savannah didn't own anything but dresses. She was a housewife, and a damn proud one. She did, however, change out of her white heels and into a pair of her husband's hiking boots. They were roughly the same shoe size.

She found a fanny pack laying around in the closet where she found the boots. It barely fit around her curvy waist. Savannah huffed about needing to lose weight as she tramped around the house in search of supplies to stuff into the fanny pack. She packed a small bottle of hand sanitizer, some fruit snacks, and a small first aid kit.

Savannah's husband had kept a shotgun in a locked case in the living room. Too impatient to search for the key, she drew her metal frying pan back and swung it into the glass case. The glass shattered, and a jagged hole was left in its wake. Savannah reached in and pulled the shotgun out through the hole in the case. To her pleasure, it was already loaded.

Savannah's green eyes burned into the bodies of her family members. She turned her head, and stepped over the bodies of the infected as she headed out the front door into the blinding sunlight.