First To Hate, Last to Love.
Prologue
AN: Hi :D
OMG I haven't upload any chapters for my last Fanfic. But don't worry it's still going, another chapter of it is under way :D
And now I have another fandom to love on. I've been playing Left 4 Dead for months now and there's so many fanfic ideas I just try to type them down to see whats better and this one's much more to my fitting :D
I'm a huge Francis fan..so, um..don't let be a bad thing for you all XD
Okay please do be patient that my grammar is a bit shoddy, I do check over and try my very best to correct them :D
This Fanfic is Based On my feelings.
I DO NOT OWN LEFT 4 DEAD AT ALL, OKAY? GOOD
Okay I stop talking now.
End Rant.
Anger seethes through your body after meeting one of the most rude, cocky and foul mouthed man ever. My god this man could make a woman spit on him and tell him to die in a hole and rot, however if I was gonna survive this at least this man could show some respect. His name's Francis and of all things a biker, too it's not surprising at all at his smart ass mouth to answer the most unfunny questions and complete jackasses to answers. Very tall for his age I might add and tattoos all over both of arms and sides of his neck, to believe it or not I'm not the one to judge or insult him in any way and pretty much respect this man at all costs, even if he is an asshole.
Bill and Louis didn't like the looks of him either and to much of my surprise they actually used to the bikers smart ass mouth. Sighing and still walking on to find a safe house it's been two months and already I am sick of walking and looking for it, Why not just run and take whatever energy you have left? Now that's not the they to do this at all nor thinking right. To hell of all this where's a miracle when you need one?
"SAFE HOUSE!"
Hearing Francis' booming voice we all head straight for the red steel door around the bend at the end of the street, Please don't let there be any zombies hanging around here, keep running and don't look back. Getting now close to the red steel door I feel joy and relief taken away from me as Boomer appeared in front of it.
"BOOMER!", Shouted Louis
Quickly Bill shot Boomer and it exploded, spraying any stinky vomit left of him, glad it didn't hit on us or we could been fighting to get into the safe house instead. Louis opened the red steel door and we all ran in, closing it and locking, Louis move some heavy objects to make more secure. We made it, we finally made it I feel more relaxed and safe now.
Night had settled in and we all had something eat I couldn't even tell you how yummy dinner was, Louis cooked really good and being a family man he was really helpful. Louis is the guy that cared most and really he was glad that he did a medical course before the infection hit. He was also a devoted father for his six year old daughter his wife left him and he felt really upset, but he moved on as he told me in one of our conversations. When the infection had started his daughter attacked him and he had no choice but to shoot her. Louis cried for days and he came to the point that it was best for her, at least she doesn't have to suffer any more than she did when she was infected.
It bring tears to my eyes and it really gain more of my respect for him. As soon as we kept talking we became best friends and still are. Sometimes I think of what Louis could be thinking at times like this and how he's feeling I guess that him to know and me to..well leave it and not be a prude and leave it as it is.
Bill is Bill and being an war veteran he sure knows a lot and the most best at shooting and finding the way around, so this isn't surprising thing for me at all. What does surprise me is that being this old he smokes over more than like 50 cigarettes or just over 20 packets of them and still he's fine and alive, mostly many old people would die if they smoke that much every minute. To me I don't know if Bill is married or not, but I think he is and maybe doesn't want any of us to know. Kids? Well I think so too and the same again doesn't want us to know.
Seeing him light another cigarette I just can't believe Bill hasn't even suffer from any breathing problems or take any medication for it. Well it just tells you it's all in the mind, eh?
And well for Francis..I just met him and already from the looks of him I don't like him. How should I know? Maybe later in the journey he might be not so bad after all or still the same, like I said I can't judge him in anyway. He's sitting in the dark corner and cracking his knuckles, ew that sounds disgusting. That scowl always send chills up my spine and he looks just as scary when the moonlight hits his face he looks like one of those monsters that get pissed when their prey escapes or ready is to kill one. I shivered, Francis really scares me a lot and I think I wont be relaxing either while hes looking at me like that.
I looked away from him and sighed. I really wish we all be saved soon.