Hi! This is my very first fanfiction. I am excited and this is just the prologue. The first chapter is already written, I just have to proof. I watched the Left for Dead 2 trailer the other day and I thought this story would be a good idea. I am from New Orleans area, but I evacuated before Katrina. I hope ya'll don't think I am being insensitive to Katrina Victims, I just think it would be an interesting story. The facts about Katrina probably won't be exact; it will be how I remember it. The entire story will take place in Louisiana.
Detailed Summary: Bella Swan, age 19, living in New Orleans, does not evacuate for Hurricane Katrina. Her older brother, Emmett goes to find Bella and bring her out of NOLA before Katrina hits. Emmett reaches Bella's place; however, they are stuck in NOLA. Not only do Emmett and Bella have to survive the hurricane, but the NOLA residents are turning into zombies. Bella and Emmett with other survivors will have to battle their way out of NOLA. It will be Edward/Bella story eventually or as much of a love story one can have during a zombie attack.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters or the idea of zombies or Left for Dead. I am not claiming anything as my own.
On with the prologue...
Prologue
August 31, 2005
I am surrounding. I never thought by not evacuating, that I would be standing in the French Quarter surrounded by zombies. Zombies, I mean come on! There are at least ten of them, rotting flesh hanging from their limbs, pussing and bleeding all over the place. This the sickest shit I ever sen.
Why was it so important for me to go off to pee alone. I should have just let Emmett or Edward come with me, but I am very stubborn. I was stubborn when I refused to leave the city, and I never listen to anyone. Emmett is going to be so pissed. Fuck, Emmett, what about my dad. Hi, my name is Isabella "Bella" Marie Swan and I am completely fucked and incredibly stupid and stubborn. OH FUCK!
I probably should save my self actualization moment for when not about to be eaten. So here I stand surrounded by zombies with a shotgun and baseball bat. I never thought this would have happened. I still am not sure what the fuck is happening. All I know is that if I am going to get eaten, then I am going out fighting. I raise my bat waiting for the first one to make their move. BATTER UP FUCKERS!
End of prologue.
Authors Note: Tell me what you think, just be kind; this is my first story, and I am very nervous. I hope ya'll like it, and please tell me if this is not an original story. I do not want to plagiarize another author's story.