Hey guys! I've always wanted to write a Left4Dead fanfic BUT I've read so many great fictions about the Francis, Zoey, Louis and Bill I knew I could never compete so this is my twist on a character we all love to see(especially if you are a smoker on versus). So this is my attempt and I plan on it having several chapters. I'm not giving away a lot immediately for a reason and it'll all make sence later. Promise ;) Always I LOVE feedback, please tell me opinions!

-MischiefManaged9

"Sam, Sam! Wake up! Happy Birthday!"

Samantha Higgins blinked her eyes open to see her mother bent over her bed, her mothers white pale hair dangled down lightly brushing her daughters cheek while her big grey eyes grew big waiting for Sam to see her good morning pancakes. Samantha and her mother both suffered from Albinism, the only difference between the two is the daughter however had glowing red eyes that looked like a burning sunset.

"Sam! Its your 18th birthday and one of your last day of high school! Get up before you sleep the entire day away!" Mrs. Higgins jumped on the end of the bed and Sam finally unwrapped herself out of the covers. She rubbed her eyes softly and looked around to see her mother standing there with a big plate of smiley face pancakes. Sam smiled and remembered how she received chocolate chip pancakes every year on June 17th for the past 14 years at least.

"Thanks mum, these are always my favorite. What time is it?"

"Almost 7:00! You better eat and get ready fast missy."

Sams eyes got huge, she grabbed the plate from her mom and fled to her closet. Graduation day already, Sam thought. Rehearsals start at 8:30, there's time. Just breathe. She smashed the delicious chocolate chip infused breakfast into her mouth and found her white dress, she slid it on over her head and rummaged the dirty clothes pile to find her cap and gown. I threw it over here last night..Ah! Found it. Skipping down every other step she landed both feet onto the living room floor.

"Bye Mum! See you at graduation!"

"I am so proud of you my little morning-glory. See you at noon!"

Morning glory.. I swear some day she will stop calling me that. Sam laughed as she drove her car towards Riverside High School.

Sam parked her car in her same spot for the past 2 years since she first got her car. Her white corolla was her baby and she made sure she always kept it spotless. She opened her door and the wind blew her pale hair over her shoulder, her cap almost taking off with the wind as well. Walking into the auditorium she saw the rest of her class, her best friend Stevie was flagging her over to join him in the red theater seats.

"Todays the big day, are you read Ms. Higgins?" Stevie let out a sly smile

"The fact I have no idea what to do with my life after is always comforting." She replied sarcastically

"Yeah, but we will have each other always right?" He casually put his arm around the back of her chair.

The practice started and they all got into their assigned places. Please don't trip, just grab your paper and get out. Her thoughts were distracted by spit hitting the back of her neck, she turned around disgusted and found a few class mates having a coughing attack. They put the arms up to block the rest of the fit and attempted to nod their heads in an apologetic way. Maybe you guys should stop smoking so much fucking weed. She turned back around and took a napkin out of her clutch. She wiped her neck and brought the napkin back around to throw away. Before she could, she noticed that the napkin had small red stains on it, "is that blood?" She whispered. Before she could analyze it further her name was called to practice her march for her diploma.

"Okay class of 2008! It's finally time for the real thing. We will be starting the graduation march onto the football field from the cafeteria doors, same order! Happy Graduation Day!" Principle Kinton called over the microphone. The class stood up and walked towards the planned route to the end of an era for them. People hugged and cried, some laughed, some posed for pictures one last time in the High School. The echos of the band playing the class theme echoed in the stadiums arena, the parents and teachers clapped as the students alphabetically walked through the double doors unto the field. Students with the last initial of G just about ended and it was time for the H's to begin the walk. As Samantha got towards the wooden door, screams came from the field. The band stopped and cries for help echoed from right outside the doors came in.