Me: Hey this is a new fic that I started a while ago. In a note book but I never got to type it up but I am now.

Alex: Yeah and you had only written a page and a half of that.

Me: Oh shut up.

Alex: Try and make me.

Me: (walks over and kiss Alex)

Alex: (blushes and looks away)

Ellis: I so hate you (Points at me)

Me: Why?

Nick: Maybe it's because you turned him into a girl

Alex: Just start the story now before you spoil what's inside

Disclaimer: I don't own Left 4 Dead but what I do own is a pair of lady gaga headphones and my imagination.

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Chapter 1

Ellis's POV

Bang, bang and bang.

Now most of those zombies following us are dead, a wild grin spread across my face. But before I could shoot anymore of my bullets I was dragged back into the truck, by my best buddy Keith well he's more like a sibling than a friend.

I look behind me and a give a pout. Keith just waved it off he knows perfectly well that I like shooting shit to pieces, and he always ruins it for me. I push my dark brown hair past my ear as it had got in my face.

I heard shooting of a gun in the background, not knowing where it came from I stuck my head out of my truck, looking around I saw a few people a lady and with her two male companions. A smile spread onto my lips as I screamed out "Hey do ya guys want a ride?"

I heard a distant answer of yes. I slid back into the truck and signalled Dave my other best buddy to stop. I opened the door of the truck and shot all the zombies in sight. The other three ran into the truck really fast the guy in the white suit closing the door behind him.

"Drive!" All the new comers screamed at once.

Dave stepped on the gas petal making the truck speed off. All three of the new comers were gasping for air, Dave being the manic he was turned around in his seat taking both of his hands off the wheel and asked "Ellis what at fuck is going on?"

I replied with a smile "Nothing now get back to the wheel before you crash into a wall and destroy my truck. And if you actually do I might kill you with my bare hands."

"Alright already, no need the kill me." Was the reply I got as Dave put both his hand on the wheel and facing forwards. Turning to the left after see the wall that was almost three inches away from touching my truck.

Making my truck 99% zombie free the only thing I didn't count on was the other 1%, just after Dave turned the corner what we encountered was a tank a big mussel zombie that could crush my truck in seconds.

Everyone had run out of the door they were closest to and ran a distance away not wanting to be seen by the tank. Seeing the tank pick up my truck and hang it upside down then what happened next made me scream out "No, no, NO!"

Keith was holding me around my midriff to keep me from running to my truck, tears coming to my eyes and I saw the tank rip it to pieces. I struggled out of his hold and grabbed the gun closest to myself, I ran till I was half way between the tank and the others.

Tears running down my face as I held the gun steadily in my hands aiming for the head of the tank, after the first bullet had hit its head it came running in my direction but I never stopped shooting until I had run out of bullets.

After my bullets had ran out the tank fell to the ground with a loud thud not even less than a meter in front of me. I put in another set of bullets as I walked over to make sure that the tank had died, when I was in front of it I made sure to kick its head with my foot then waited a few seconds.

Not a single bit of movement came from the tank; I wiped the tears from my face and walked past the tank to what was left of my truck. I grabbed what was still okay from the ruins of my tuck.

All three duffle bags, one that contained my clothes, part of the food we split between us three. One other contained all our guns which might come in handy later on. And the final duffle bag contained a medical kit, Keith's clothes and another portion of the food.

Keith's POV

Ellis, you had to face the tank alone and all because of your truck. You can get another one the world if full if zombies so it won't be too hard but I guess I can't blame you either that truck has always been your favourite after your dad gave it you on your 16th birthday.

You've had that truck for two years now, every time your mum, Dave or I had told you that you needed a new truck you would say no, because it's the only thing that reminds you of your dad. I gave sigh.

"Hey what's with her? It's just a truck." A guy with a white suit on asked.

"It's not just any truck to Ellis it's her favourite and it's the only reminder that she had of her father, he died last year in an accident. Keith's the name. That girl is Ellis." I replied

"I'm Nick." The guy in the suit said being polite.

"I'm Rochelle." The other female of the group said and she introduced herself.

"My friends call me Coach." The large guy of the group said, his voice sounding gruff and strong.

"I'm Dave." My friends Dave introduced himself.

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Me: Ok I'm going to stop there since I need to put up what I have on this soon.

Alex: Well this had been the shortest thing you have ever written.

Me: Yes I know but if it wasn't for plot bunnies I would be able to right more than this.

Alex: Whatever you say

Me: God you never believe me

Alex: Yes I do

Me: No you don't the other day when I told you there was a ghost in my room you just laughed at me.

Alex: Because there is no such thing as a ghost.

Me: yes there is I can see them because of my sixth sense. Plz Review