Okay people, first fanfiction ever! I started writing another one a while back, but it went nowhere, so… I decided I'd try and break the mold here. From what I've seen of L4D fanfiction, it's either an OC team fighting out of one of the campaigns, the original survivors in a campaign, the original survivors escaping or having some trauma at the evac camp, or the survivors befriending infected and escaping.
THIS TIME, I'm going to have the majority of the story being at the evac camp. No action, just the original survivors adapting to normal life. Sort of like a soap opera in a book. If this doesn't sound appealing to you, please give it a second chance. You might like it! ^_^
Chapter One
Where one Journey ends, another begins.
"COME ON!! NEARLY THERE!" A young, colored office assistant in a white shirt was yelling to two people. An elderly Vietnam veteran, decked out in his Green Beret uniform, and a young woman, dressed in a red jacket and jeans were running towards the shouts. Both held deadly weapons in their hands, and the veteran was pounding lead from his M16 into a swarm of incoming zombies, whilst the girl was taking some potshots at some straggling infected. The bald black man continued to yell and gesture to the door of the Armored Personnel Carrier the military had just driven in. Inside the heavily armored vehicle was a muscular biker, his head shaved and wearing leathers. He was beckoning for the two stragglers to hurry up – the shaking ground notified him that a ton of muscular flesh was heading their way, but the survivors had just taken to calling them "Tanks."
The Tank rounded the corner behind the barn the woman and elder had been just a few scant seconds before. It tore a chunk of earth out of the ground and lobbed it towards his escaping prey, letting out a roar when his projectile missed. He accelerated after his fast escaping adversaries, swatting aside his lesser kind like playthings. Before the Tank could reach the human contraption that his prey would escape in, the two he were chasing rushed into the metal hatch, the biker bellowing and signaling for the driver to shut the door. The tank came to an abrupt halt as the door shut completely, and the vehicle drove away. He climbed to the roof of the tallest building he could find and bellowed his dissatisfaction to the sky, smashing his fists down on to the tiled roof and breaking a hole in the building, continuing to roar and bellow as he left the farm. The next ones he found would not be so lucky.
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"I can't believe we all made it out alive," the office junior chuckled, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. He had giant sized headache and was tired from running, but at least they had all made it out alive.
"I hear ya loud and clear, Louis," The elder said, proceeding to take out a packet of cigarettes.
"Man, put the cancer sticks away, Bill! We survived a zombie apocalypse, it don't mean we can't die of suffocation," the biker grumbled, gesturing to the small space around them. "We got this much air to last us to the refugee camp, and I don't want it full o' smoke!" The veteran growled and put the pack away, crossing his arms in a sulk.
"Oh, come off it Bill. Francis has a point, I don't want to die of lung cancer in the back of a truck," Louis said, nodding to the biker, who gave a small grin and simply said "Exactly.
"Well, I'm just glad I didn't die reliving one of my old horror films!" the woman sighed, giving a small giggle after. She really was quite chuffed to be leaving the infected and infested streets of the city. "Man, if there's one thing I look forward to at the base, its proper food. Military emergency rations suck eggs," she said, still giggling a little.
"Don't hold your breath Zoey, darlin'" Francis said in his usual gruff and growly voice. "You don't know, they might not have "proper" food there. They might have to live of rations too, you know."
"Crap," was Zoey's reply. The group laughed and joked for a while, before all agreeing that they needed sleep. Two weeks on the run from zombies without any good sleep in an actual bed gave them all aches and pains, and the driver gave them all a pillow and small blanket. They took them gratefully and with thanks, and settled into a deep sleep, with their first untainted dreams in a fortnight. Everything was going to look up in their world, even if it was in a hellish, apocalyptic world where major cities were infested with crazed mutants. Still, they were heading to sanctuary, and that was good enough.
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Not much, I know, but I wanted this chapter to be short. They'll get longer later as I have more ideas buzzing around in my head. Until then, stay faithful, dear readers, and please R&R with your ideas and opinions. Please no yelling, however I will take constructive criticism into consideration.
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DO: Give small complaints and ideas and offer advice on how to fix them, give positive feedback on whether you enjoyed the story or not, suggest ideas on what romance/comedy/drama events could happen at the refugee camp.
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AD MOST OF ALL: I know this chapter is short. Don't mention it in reviews, later chapters will be longer, I swear!