Cigarettes & Cynicism
Intro - Cutting Losses, a Time to Move On…
Ya know, it took me two… rather eventful tours in 'Nam, a handful of medals… A knee full of shrapnel, all followed by an honorable discharge before the unthinkable happened: I ran out of wars. Now an army of murderous undead just declared war on humanity. So, a few wasted decades of aimless drifting and dead-end jobs later, I guess I finally got back the only thing I ever wanted - an enemy to fight.
It all started 'bout a week or so ago, I s'pose… Yep, that'd be about when those ludicrous reports first started surfacing. Reports talking about… What was it, now? "The walking undead" I believe they called it, attacking bystanders. Tsssk… Naturally, half the damned population flipped and lost it. Started packin' food and supplies… They even went as far as taking shelter. My wife, Anna… and my brother Phillip… they left along with them. But not me. I wouldn't fall for something as ridiculous as that. I did the sensible thing; stayed home, popped open a six-pack, and pretended it wasn't happening. Nonsense, those reports were, in just about every fashion. Or, at least, I thought so. But you know… Really - take it upon yourself to believe what you see on T.V. sometimes. It just might save your cynical ass.
Some time's passed by now and I've come to realize just how real this all is. I don't understand any of it, and I honestly couldn't care less how it all happened. But I'll be damned if I went through all that bullshit in Vietnam just to become some mindless, rotting shell's supper. Now, I realized that as much as I regret not leavin' with Anna, it was time to kick my own ass into gear, stop feeling sorry for myself and get the hell out of there. So, before I took my leave from my apartment… I slipped into my old uniform from back in the day, packed up a flashlight, a blanket, and good ol' Faithful (a 12-gauge shotgun with one hell of a kick to it) and started on my way out of this hell-hole. I met up with an interesting trio on my way out of the city; a loud, cocky, biker named Francis who thinks he's damn-near invincible, a seemingly average-joe named Louis who I personally find could stand to grow half a spine… Oh, and a lovely college student name Zoey. She's a real sweetheart with her endless repertoire of sarcastic comments and back-sass like you wouldn't believe. But, hey, it ain't all bad; these youngsters are packing a pretty decent arsenal, I must say. I can't tell if we're gonna make it out of this nightmare, but if not… We'll die putting up one hell of a fight.
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Author's Comments: Hey guys, this'll be my first entry on FanFiction. It's basically Bill's take on the L4D crew's attempts to escape the nightmare of the city. Now, this is just the intro to the series of Cigarettes & Cynicism, but Chapter 1 should be coming up soon enough if I score some decent writing time. Enjoy for now! =]
--JordyBoy13.