Disclamer: I do not own Left 4 Dead. Though I sometimes wish I did.
Chapter one: Escape.
Run!
The one thing my brain was telling me to do. Run. Run. Keep running, never stop, run forever. But I couldn't. I never really was an athlete. I liked archery, not track or football. I even had tried to make an archery team, a long time ago.
But that was then and this was now. It would never happen now.
I ran down the hall. Right turn, run, left turn, run. Another right turn, down the hall. I had to get to metal-shop. I had to. This wasn't a matter of being late, or grades. This was a mater of survival.
When I had run into the shop, I was worried about getting detention once this was all over. I ran inside, picking up a hammer, and a small solid pipe half wrapped in duct-tape. I had turned, ready to run back out.
That was the second time I nearly died.
The teacher was no longer human. He was Infected, and jumping right at me.
I screamed and ducked, rolling away before jumping and running out the door, slamming it in his face. My breath was hard, as I tried to calm down.
How can I be calm when I'm going to die?
That thought was enough to shake me from the small peace I had. I held the hammer in my right hand, the pipe in my left. I needed to get out of the school.
I had to escape.
I had to run.
I took off down the hall, to the window. A fire escape. Perfect.
As I broke the window, I heard an alarm go off.
"Shit."
I paused for a second to glance down the hall.
I wish I never had.
My classmates were running down the hall. But they weren't running for survival. They were running to kill.
They were infected now.
And I was their prey.
I jumped down the stairs of the fire escape, sliding down the ladder quickly. It was still day. If I could just keep running...
I sprinted in the direction of the park. I could hide there, in a tree. Maybe on that small 'island' in the middle of the lake there. I would be safe there.
I hope Infected can't swim...
I reached the lake, my breathing stuck in my chest. I paused a few moments for breath.
That was my third flirt with death.
I wonder if Death will expect flowers and a date next time.
A group of the Infected slammed into me, pushing me into the water. I held my small breath, trying to beat them away. Kicking out into the water, I separated myself from them, before finally coming up for breath, as my vision was fading some. I pulled myself onto the small bit of land, coughing and choking, laying there curled into a ball.
I don't know how long I lay there, before I started to shiver from my wet clothes. I sat up, staring out at the mainland of the lake.
The Infected launched themselves into the water, screaming, before falling to the bottom, never to see the light of day again.
Light of day...
I looked up, shivering, this time from worry.
The sun was setting. I was going to be alone, in the dark, the water around me filling with Infected people jumping in to try to kill me.
Killing themselves.
I quickly climbed the one tree on the small piece of land, curling into a ball. Tears formed in my eyes, sliding down my face.
I had been taking a test, then the world went to hell.
The world's own personal survival test.
One I do not want to fail.
