Left 4 Dead Chapter 1
4 months after the first infection.
Ellis walked among the piles of dead bodies. He didn't care much about anything now that he had his best friend along for the ride. "Keith, man, I was so bored without ya!" Ellis smiled with such happiness that the rest of the group felt it too. Strangely it turned out that Keith was immune to the virus too, despite all of the burns that he had on his skin. The group had grown with more immune people since their last adventure in the Parish. Around 5 more people including Keith had joined the group. Nick, Coach and Rochelle thought that they held their own in a fight so they kept them. They had Henry, who was a soldier like Bill, but he quit the army, he didn't retire. Henry was really tall and scary looking and was basically the only one who could smack a hunter OFF of him. He wasn't really all that bulky either. He was a strange guy. There was also Mickey; sleazy conman just like Nick. Mickie was a brown man found carrying a machete surrounded by people who were infected. He couldn't handle being around them, legally he can't carry a firearm but the group let him anyway. "Mickey? Take out that boomer." Nick said calmly. The group had become quite adept at killing the infected. Mickey raised his Sniper rifle and blasted it in the head. Then a hunter came out from nowhere and pounced on Mickey and thankfully his thick vest prevented the claws of the hunter to rip through to his skin. Then all of a sudden the Hunter's head exploded and his headless body fell over. "Thanks, Jack. I owe you one." Mickey looked at a small boy holding a Glock 17 with a laser site attached to it. Jack was a redhead but the palest person out of the entire group. I mean the boy almost looked like snow! He was also the youngest out of the group. "Emma, come along." A small pale white girl walked out from the corner along with Rochelle and Coach. Ellis and Keith now went on ahead and started throwing Molotov's and pissing all of the boomers and hunters off. "Let's go on." Nick said. All of them followed the two redneck idiots leaving death and destruction in their wake. Henry appeared out of the shadows with a shotgun in hand and gave it to Emma. "Here you are, kid. Time you learned how to shoot like Jack here."
Emma was a quiet girl and had found a mother in Rochelle. "Henry, she doesn't have to learn quite yet. She's only 15." Henry frowned. "She'd better figure it out soon." He grumbled. "Safe house up ahead!" Keith's voice rang out in the distance. Keith liked carrying Molotov's and Katanas. Their happy go lucky spirit always kept spirits up. Then they heard a loud shrill scream in the distance. "SCREAMER!" Coach yelled out, rushing towards the safe house. "Get Jack and Emma in there first!" Coach turned around and saw close to 5 dozen infected coming their way: about 200ft away and closing fast. Coach raised his AK47 and emptied a clip into the horde, offing about 4 or 5 of them. Keith heard what was going on and said "EAT THIS, DAMN ZOMBIE BASTARDS!" And threw about 3 or 4 Molotov's at the horde. Keith yelled out with satisfaction. "HELL YEAH!"
"Nice job, Keith!" The two watched as the horde burned. Then they heard a rumbling in the ground. "DAMN IT, TANK!" That was still the type of infected that they never wanted to face, even with 10 guns against it. The loud roar echoed throughout the suburbs. Henry pulled the two in while Mickey attempted to hold them off with his explosive rounds. Nick was already tending to the wounds in the group and Coach was about to fall asleep when he heard the Tank. Now it was Mickey, Coach, Keith, Ellis and Henry against a single Tank. Not too hard. Coach started shooting it with the AK47 that he had currently. Keith threw one more Molotov at it, setting it on fire. While Henry shot it with his Revolver. Ellis just thought everyone had it under control and returned to the safe house, which his assumption was correct: The tank dropped after 6 seconds of continuous fire from around 5 guns. "Things are turning up quite well for the group. But the group's size was its biggest advantage, but its biggest weakness.
They waited for night time to start talking about strategies and things like that. "Okay, so we're in Miami, Florida, and our destination is?" Nick said.
"Key West." The group replied in unison.
"What do we attempt to get WHEN we get there?"
"A boat."
"And HOW are we going to get there?"
"BY BEATING EVERY BASTARD THAT GET'S IN OUR DAMN WAY!" Keith and Ellis yelled out with a twinkle in their eye, giving each other high fives.
"Close… But no." Nick replied. "We're going to see about getting an RV in one of these old people communities."
The large group settled down for the night after giving themselves first aid and reloaded more weapons.
(Next chapter will publish if this goes semi well.)