Well, this is my first fic! And I've always adored the Witch. :'D
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE WITCH, HUNTER, TANK, SURVIVORS, OR LEFT 4 DEAD!
Chapter One: First Meeting…
I sat there, crying and crying in the dark room that I had found. It seemed like it had once been an office building or some apartments… I really couldn't tell or none the less, care. But, here I sat, crying my eyes out sobbing.
"Shhh, I hear a Witch. Flashlights off." I could hear someone say from down the hall. I shifted slightly but kept on crying and sobbing. I heard their footsteps. Four of them. They stopped right out the doorway to the dark room I was in. There was no other way out, no windows no, nothing. I looked up as they all slowly entered the room. Four of them, yup. An old guy that was in a army suit, a gay biker looking man with a vest, a girl in a red jacket and a business man with a sloppy tie. They stared at me then slowly spread out around the room. I didn't mind them for the first three to five seconds. After that, they started to get on my nerves.
I slowly stood up, growling at them, "Oh, shit, she's getting up." I could hear the business man say, he slowly took a step back.
"Don't move." The army veteran said.
And that's when I lunged.
I lunged at the old man and he fell to the ground, I clawed at him with my, now, claw like hands. He screamed, "Get it off! Get it off!" His companies shot at me, missing most of the time. Then I heard a screech, not a scream, but a screech. And some more yelling from what sounded like the business man. The old guy soon was dead. I stood up slightly, panicking. Should I run? I thought, the biker was holding a crappy looking shot gun at me. I growled and ran over to him, and began to dig my claws into him. The only survivor left was the girl in the red jacket. When the biker was dead I noticed a Hunter was pinning and ripping at the business man. Obviously, the girl wasn't sure what to do, shot the Hunter and save her friend or shot at me and save her life. But, her time ran out when the Hunter pounced on her next. She seemed low on health for she died rather quickly. The Hunter stood up and looked at me. His hood covering his eyes. We pulled our kill to the middle of the room and ate. Not bothering each other. But, I still sobbed and sniffled as I ate.
The zombie apocalypse had happened… And my family wasn't as prepared as we thought we'd be.
I remember the day I found out, it was also the day I changed.
FLASHBACK
The bus ride home was full of chatter, why were they letting school out early? I thought bouncing around in my seat. Teenagers' guessing what was going on. Rumors from bomb threat to terrorist. On the bus ride home we would pass lots of army trucks, when I got home I hurried inside, "Hello?" I called out.
I walked into the living room and saw my father, sister, and some close friends standing there, "Hurry and get changed." Dad said in a stern voice. I nodded and rushed to my room, changing into some skinny jeans, old, Green Day shirt, I grabbed my jacket and bag. I went back into the living room, "Come on, Alex, quick." Mr. Lud, said pushing my back. He was one of dad's friends and was like the Uncle I never had but always wanted. We got into Mr. Lud's truck. Me, Mrs. Roxxan, and my sister, Sarah, all in the back while dad and Mr. Lud drove. It was quiet for a moment, "Um… What's going on?" I asked once we were out of the neighborhood.
"Just listen to your iPod." Sarah said patting my shoulder, smiling. But, I could tell it was fake, but I did anyways. I put in my buds and listened to My Chemical Romance. I hadn't guessed much, just think it was an evacuation for a storm or hurricane or something. But, when I reached Welcome to the Black Parade, I realized what was going on, from having seen men in biohazard's suits pushing people who looked rather… Unhealthy into vans . I hit he pause button and took out my ear buds, wrapping them around my iPod then said, "It's zombies, huh? It's happened." I said quietly.
No one answered, but that gave it away.
So, it did happen. I started crying then, not sure why. Cause I was scared? Cause I wasn't sure what I would do in a situation on this? I hadn't finished reading the Zombie Survival Guide. We had stopped on our way to Nana's which was our zombie escape plan. Get to her house in the country, where they had weapons and little people to worry about and just hold out there. We stopped at a gas station for some snacks, just the thought of getting out of the car while zombies could be around scared me. This isn't as fun as I'd thought it would be. But, we all got out, not leaving each other behind. "No one goes anywhere alone. Got that?" Dad had said, strictly before we got out the car.
We all nodded in an agreement and got out. Rushing to the gas station we got inside and started to get snacks and drinks. Then… They came. It wasn't like Shawn of the Dead or some zombie movie. No. These fucks were fast. And I mean, fast. We heard inhuman noises from outside then they were quickly inside, beating us to a pulp. Since we lived in a city we didn't have any weapons. Except for what was around us… Which was nothing that useful.
The zombies kicked and pushed us around, as if playing with their food. I kicked and punched trying to get away from them, I found myself in a back room and soon out a back door… By myself. Then they came again. From around the building. I fell limply to the ground, the zombies' scratches and clawed at me. Ripping my clothes to shreds. I cried, and cried, and cried the whole time thinking, why did I leave them? Why couldn't we've been more prepared? Why?! Soon, the zombies found me unentertaining and left to find someone else to kick and claw at.
I sat up and cried more, sobbing. My skin had blood stains all on it my clothes ripped. I took off my jacket, leaving me in what now look like misbalanced shorts and a ripped up black tee shirt. I limped my way back into the gas station, still crying and sobbing. And I cried and sobbed more when I saw my family and friends lifeless bodies on the floor. Wide-eyed dead corpses staring at me. I cried and cried and cried. I fell to the floor, on my hands and knees crying. Sobbing, hiccupping, crying, and more crying. After what seemed like an hour of tears I'd thought I could have at least run out but no… I kept crying and crying. Then I felt a pain my chest and stomach. I gripped them and it felt like they were going to bust. I cried in pain and sobbed over my loved ones. I'm changing… I'm turning into one of them... I thought as my heart would speed up then slow down drastically the speed up again then slow down. My stomach churning and threaten to send back up my lunch. (Which I'm glad it didn't.) I should get away… I thought pulling myself up. Why? That annoying voice in my head said, they're dead. It won't matter. "IT MATTERS TO ME!" I found myself screaming out loud still crying. I stumbled out of the gas station only to find nighttime… I think, they sky was gray and dark. So it seemed like nighttime… But, who knows in this zombie apocalypse? So, I made my way into the nearest town, found the darkest room… And changed.
ENDFLASHBACK
I pulled the last of the meat off of the biker's leg and chewed, the Hunter eating next to me. I looked over at him, he had that look that told me had either had, or use to have, blue eyes. I use to have dark brown, almost black, eyes but when the change happened they turned this blood red. I started to nom on the other leg of the biker while the Hunter finished off the first kill, "So," I started to say, my voice still had a sob to it, "W-what's your name?" I found myself asking.
The Hunter looked over at me, his hood still on, his lips dripping with blood. He licked them clean then said, "Josh, and yours?" he asked before pulling off a piece of meat.
"Oh, uh, A-Alex." I stuttered, sobbing slightly as I nommed my food.
"Alex," the Hunter- No, Josh repeated.
I nodded and sobbed a little more. Josh finished off the business man then stood up, "Where are you going?" I asked him, but he seemed to ignore me, picking up the dead girl, he turned towards me and smiled, showing the blooded teeth like fangs, "Gotta run." He said then left the room quickly.
I sat there for a moment, then finished eating. I cried for a little while then knew I had to move. It's the best thing to do, even when you're a zombie. Move. Always keep moving. I got up, still sobbing and walked down the hall, I found a window and climbed out into an alley way. I found a nice spot, sat back down and started crying and crying there. It seems that's all I do. Is cry and sob, cry and sob, sniffle here and there but mainly cry and sob.
But, while I was crying and sobbing, I heard more survivors, "Come on! Safe room! Right there!" they obviously didn't know I was sitting right next to that Safe room, with their flashlights still on and them running madly. I thought about going after them and teaching them a lesson then the ground started to shake. I could hear the grunt and grumble of the Tank, but I couldn't see it yet. I looked down the alley way and saw him charging at the survivors. When they saw him they started shooting quickly, not noticing me at all. Once the tank had passed I went in after him, clawing at what looked like the youngest child in a family. When I had gotten done killing the kid, the Tank had also finished off the other three members of the family. He turned towards me. I stood over my kill, claiming it. It's like a jungle out here in zombie world. It's kill, or be killed. Zombie or not. The Tank stared at me and I knew he wanted my kill even though it wasn't his. Tanks are pretty damn stupid. He turned, shaking the ground, I growled, knowing that I couldn't beat him but still thinking it's better than nothing.
But, I knew I was going to die… Again?
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Shwell! Here it is! :D
I'm glad with the way it came out. This is my first Left 4 Dead fic and I think I did pretty good on it. *sparkles happily* xD PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review! They make me happeh!! (Even though this is my first fic...? xD) And tell me what you think.