First Story. Bawww. Fear the fail english.

Oh, Spoilers for the new L4D2 DLC, The Passing. Do NOT read if you don't want to find out who dies. Thank you. Everything you might want to know is down at the bottom. And, This is a fanfic where you suggest the pairing. Now read. :Y Oh, i used Wordpad for this (getting Open Office.) So Sorry for any grammar/Spelling errors.

Oh, I'm so nervous. I fail. :Y

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On watching the blood-covered stock car drive off; with it's redneck driver shouting something about Jimmy Gibbs, Zoey felt incredibly cheerful. They'd helped a bunch of people as well as finding out that they weren't the only survivors. At least I'm not the only woman left. Turning back to group; her smiled turned into a frown. Bill. Bill wasn't there. He'd been missing ever since that tank had turned up. Even nastier than usual. It'd split the group, Although Francis and Zoey were lucky to find Louis. Louis still didn't look so good, with his legs still badly injured from the bout with the tank. Although being Louis had it's own advantages. He was always the optimist, so he shook it off pretty easily. Hopefully he'd be able to walk again soon anyway. Besides, More pressing matters needed to be attended first. They needed to find where Bill's body was. They needed to pay the old veteran respect for his sacrifice.

"Zoey?" Francis's husky voice cut through Zoey's thoughts, bringing her back to reality. "You okay? You seemed... kinda outta it." Zoey craned her neck to look at Francis. For the first time; she took in how tired he looked. The bags under his eyes were noticable, and scratches and bitemarks covered his arms. He looked... well, Terrible. I guess Zoey wasn't one to talk. Her hair was a greasy mess, hair roughly tied up. Her Jacket with covered with blood and brain matter and god knows what else. She too was covered with scratches and bitemarks. Locking her green gaze with Francis's Brown one, she smiled. The usual tough exterior was gone, just to be replaced with concern.

"Yeah, I'm okay. We just need to find... Bill." She choked the words out; Worrying thoughts piercing her mind again. many images of Bill's broken body flashed through her mind, scaring her. What if it's beaten beyond recognition? "Can we try to?" She whispered to Francis. Louis wasn't playing attention. He was attempting to stand up, using the bridge rails as support. Zoey found herself watching, hoping he wouldn't strain his legs too much. Francis coughed, bringing her attention back to him.

"Sure. We'll go now, if you want." He told Zoey. Zoey smiled before hugging Francis. Francis was shocked by Zoey's sudden action. He hesitantly held his arms up before returning the hug. "It's okay kid." Francis and Zoey seperated. Francis was blushing. Now, That's a rare sight. This made Zoey giggle. Francis cocked a brow in confusion before smirking. Turning to Louis, who was standing without using the rails. Looking rather proud of himself, he slowly walked over to Francis and Zoey.

"So, What's next?" he asked. The normal enthusiasm in his voice again. Zoey opened her mouth to speak; but Francis answered first.

"We're going to find Bill. Hopefully his... body is still out there." Francis replied calmly; althought the faintest hint of worry could be heard in the biker's voice. He was also badly affected by Bill's death. Louis nodded understandingly.

"Well then, we better get searching!" Louis smiled. he walked over to his choice weapon: A submachine gun. Zoey had her pistol and a baseball bat just in case. Francis went to retrieve his shotgun. A little low on ammo, but hopefully they're weren't that many infected left out there. Observing the mounds of corpses strewn before them, Zoey was given the hope that there wasn't many left waiting out there. Carefully, they made it down to the ground floor. Francis muttered something about 'hating messy streets'. Zoey didn't blame him, as blood literally covered the streets. The streetlights flickered dully above, lighting the paved street. The trio started searching for the war veteran's body; sticking together due to the fear of special infected lurking around. Surely enough; a slimy appendage wrapped itself around Francis. The biker swore outloud and tried to peel the tongue off from around his waist, dropping his gun in the process. Zoey turned round to face the direction where the tongue had come from. She spotted the owner of said appendage; and took aim. Firing off a few shots, she smirked when she heard the smoker's dying cough.

"Thanks." Francis grunted when he felt the smoker's tongue loosen.

"Nice shot Zoey!" Louis said as he passed Zoey. He limped slightly; but that didn't seem to affect his mood. The group started making their way around, until Zoey had spotted a massive trail of blood leading into a generator room. She gasped and put her hand to her mouth. The stench was overpowering.

"Hey, guys." She said to the others; who turned and looked in the direction of the blood trail.

"Someone really took a beating." Louis said, sadness easily detected in his usually cheery voice. The group stood in silence, until Francis coughed loudly.

"Well. Let's continue. There might be some useful supplies in that building." The otehr two agreed, and walked into the generator room.

Zoey opened her mouth to scream, but no sound escaped from her chapped lips. The sight that lay before her made the trio stand in utter complete shock. Bill's battered and broken body lay slumped againest the generator. His gun lay in his lap; his cold hands feebly grasping it. The veteran's head was hung. He looked as if he was sleeping. But, the massive trail of blood that led from his long dead body said otherwise. Zoey's head spun. Why? Why Bill!? Francis pulled her close and Zoey cried into his shoulder, not caring if any infected heard. Francis and Zoey stood there for a long time and Zoey was grateful for a shoulder to cry on. After what seemed an age, Louis spoke up.

"Guys... I know it's hard, but we're going to have to get moving soon." The words sent fresh grief through Zoey. She didn't want to leave Bill. Never. She'd seen him as a father; one who cared. One who was strong. Not just for her, but for everyone around her aswell.

"He's right, you know." Francis took Zoey's chin in his hand, and tilted her face until her eyes were once locked again with Francis's. "Come on, Bill wouldn't want to see you like this. He sacrificed himself for us. So, Let's not let his death be in vain, Okay kid?" He smiled. Zoey couldn't help but smile back. Zoey nodded.

"Can we stay here for a few more minutes?" Zoey said; her voice coming out as a strained whisper.

"Sure." Francis replied. Louis came over and for a few more minutes, the trio was silent. Thinking of all the times Bill had saved them. Thinking of the times they spent in saferooms, having chats which ended up with everyone laughing. (Except for Francis. He'd mumble about hating the thing they'd been chatting about.) Thinking of the times when things were tough; and Bill's leadership had got them out, alive. Thinking about... Bill. They'd only been together for a few weeks, but the old veteran had left a hole in their hearts. Francis then decided to speak.

"Goodbye old ma- I mean, Bill. We'll do you proud."

"Yeah. Goodbye Bill. Rest in peace." Louis then said after.

"Goodbye Bill Overbeck. Thanks for... everything." She finished, unable to say more.

"He's probably sniping smokers in heaven." Louis joked, and everyone laughed. No matter how ridiculous it sounded, it'd sounded like the thing Bill would be doing. Eventually everyone calmed down.

"So, what next?" Louis piped up. Francis opened his mouth to speak, but Zoey beat him to it.

"Why don't we follow Ellis and the others?" At this, Francis and Louis stared at her with wide eyes, looking at her as if she was crazy. "Look, I know I said we weren't gonna bother with CEDA anymore. But... I going with the others would be good. I mean, with three of us again, we might not make it. The more the merrier, right?"

Again, Francis was about to speak; Louis beat him.

"You know... As crazy as it sounds, it's a good idea. I mean, hey. Why not one more shot with CEDA? Besides... I wouldn't mind seeing Rochelle again." At that, his cheeks turned crimson. Francis cocked an eyebrow. "So, Francis. ya in?"

"It's a stupid-" Before he could finish his sentence, Louis socked him on the shoulder.

"Ah, Come on. Ya'd miss us, correct?" Louis smirked while Francis looked suprised and deep in thought. He sighed heavily.

"Yes, I'd miss you."

"So, there is something ya don't hate other than vests, huh?" Louis laughed.

"Yeah. You guys." He said. "I guess." He then said after looking at Louis while he said it.

"Well, it's settled!" Zoey said, smiling. "We're off to find the others. I can't wait to see Ellis again. Did I ever tell you about the time my buddy Ellis stole a racecar from the mall and drove it over some zombies?" Both Francis and Louis broke into laughter on hearing Zoey's attempt to do one of the redneck's long-winded stories. Zoey couldn't help but smile, despite the grief that was still lodged in her heart. She may've lost the leader of their mismatched group; but at least she still had Francis and Louis. Suddenly, a calming tune entered her ears. The other two quieted down. They must've heard it too. A calming tune entered her ears. It was quite quiet.

'Ti guardo per I ultima Volta, mentre vado via~'

'Ti Ascolto respirare, non scatto la fotografia.'

'Non porterò nessuna traccia dentro me, niente che dovrò rimuovere...'

'S'e hai giocato è uguale, anche se adesso fa male...'

'Se hai amato era amore, non è mai un errore.'

Was all they heard, before the earsplitting scream of a hoard drowned out the rest of the song. Thanks to her brief knowledge of italian; she quickly translated the last few words.

"If you loved, It was loved. It's never a mistake..." She mumbled to herself. She repeated the words, while looking at Francis. A warm feeling crept into her chest. She was about to speak, when the screams of the hoard could be heard again. Much closer this time.

Francis grabbed Zoey's hand. "Time to go kid. Let's go catch that redneck of yours, hey?" Zoey nodded in response. Muttering one final goodbye to Bill's long dead corpse, she removed the pistols from her belt and started firing at the oncoming hoard.

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Urm. Well... That sucked. Ha, I'm sorry. But, Like I've said on my profile, Let's hope you can ignore the bad english/grammar and focus on the story/plot within. So, anyway. Let's start by saying, This is a fanfiction where YOU decide the pairings! So, In the reviews, be sure to say what you want. Be it NickXEllis, NickXRochelle, FrancisXLouis (Okay, Maybe not so much. XD) RochelleXLouis, CoachX... Sorry Coach. But, Not ZoeyXanyone. This story is purely gonna be ZoeyXKeith. (Don't shoot me. :'D) Okay, Thanks. Anyway, I'm going to post the first three chapters. If I get enough Positive reviews, I'll be sure to continue it. Oh, I don't mind crits, or anything. Just don't flame, Thanks. and OH, Sorry for OOCness. I've got L4D, but, I can't play it. So, I don't really know the characters that well. (Laptop is too bad and cheap to play it without extreme lag.)

And Finally, Yes, This does contain spoilers for the passing. Your fault for reading if you DIDN'T want it spoiled. But, hey. And Oh, sorry for Skimping on details/going overboard on details in some parts. I'll try to include more action next time. and, LASTLY, The Song is italian, Yes. and It's called "Non è mai un errore" (It's never a mistake) by Raf. The first few words, I love, So I kinda included it. And the first sentence, 'Im watching you for the last time while I'm going away' Kinda matched to Bill, as hes dead now. Baww, Thanks for making me cry, VALVe. Anyway, This writer's comments is getting to big. So, reviews, please?

(I'll try to make it longer next time.)

Argh, This is so bad. Hopefully, By writing this, I should improve.