I don't own anything about this story only the story itself. The characters, special infected and survivors all belong to the Valve Co. I am only delving into the life of one of the most underappreciated parts of L4D.

I only write this because of how many times on X-box Live I say that I hate the infected. So I want to show them a little love. But my friends online know how many times I yell it and get mad about them. So this will be in first person like my main story, but I will tie this into my story nicely.

I am not unique, I am a weapon of mass destruction. I have my own body and I am aware of that, but I am of one mind and of one goal. Though I know not of what this goal is, I know me and my brethren will carry out that goal once it is put in front of us.

I feel as though I may have my own body, but I don't have my own destination as I walk along side with the thousands upon thousands that are just like me, save for gender, we are all the same. My body wanders and my eyes look at the surroundings but I don't "see" them.

As I wander aimlessly, my mind feels as though a voice is pounding in my head. It is nothing but a whisper at first but it builds into a eardrum destroying yell. "kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. KILL!" I try to ignore the voice but it begins to bother me, and soon I feel an anger burning inside of me and I have to let it out.

I see that my brothers and sisters are beginning to become enraged as well, then one bursts into a sprint, then another and another. Soon I see a mob of my brethren running in an unknown direction but I trust my own kind so I follow in the back of the pack silently but the rage flaring in my eyes.

As we are running, I felt my feet being taken from underneath me. Then the sudden realization of my stupidity hit me. I had tripped, but as I picked myself from the ground my siblings had run off without me. So much for the voice in my head for it had dwindled as we had began our sprint.

I only stumbled away, not fazed by my siblings leaving me. I had only walked for about an hour in some random direction when my brother next to me fell over, I looked at his body and scowled at who could have killed one of my kind. His head was completely gone yet no attacker that I could see. A shine hit me in the eye and I turned to a red bricked apartment, my gaze focused on the glare hitting my face. It angered me and I tried to intimidate it with several growls and swiping my grotesque hand at it. Still it persisted on bothering me. Finally my took over, I began to sprint at the glare but was stopped by a loud noise overcoming the air and a pain filled my chest, or at least what I remember as pain. I slumped to my knees and clawed once more at the light and another bang filled the air around me.

Soon all went black. . .

I was thinking that I write a bit of a back-story to at least one of each kind of infected that my main story characters meets, what do you say? I'd love to hear this from anyone. I plan to only write a page or two on the infected, and for my main story I will have the next chapter up soon.