LEFT 4 DEAD WITH SOMEONE ELSE
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own the Left 4 Dead series or any of the characters. I also don't any of the companies that make the weapons I mention. Nor do I have anything to do with the any establishment used. It all belongs to whoever owns them.
So don't sue me for this shit!
Rated M for Blood, Guts, Language, and Lemon (In later Chapters)
"Means Speaking"
(Means Thinking)
This is my first Fan Fiction, so please tell me what you think! I only have one rule for commenting: If you can't tell me why you don't like it, then don't say shit!
The team of four moved cautiously down the street. They checked every direction as they went, trying not to get surprised by a Horde. What they couldn't see was that they were being watched by a lone shadow…
He'd been observing them for about two hours now. He'd seen them purely by chance; he'd been looking for somewhere to get food. When he saw them out of the corner of his eye, he immediately started to tail them. He knew that finding other survivors was imperative to his own survival. The only reasons he didn't just run up to them and say hi was: A) he didn't know what kind of people they were. He didn't want to walk up and get killed by bandits eager for his gear. And B) He didn't want to get accidentally shot by someone who mistook him for an Infected. So, he'd followed them, and so far, they seemed like ok people. All he needed was an opportunity to earn their trust and show them that he wasn't infected. When he heard the roar of an approaching Horde, he knew that his chance had just slapped him in the face.
"I think we're being followed." muttered Zoey for what had to be the tenth time in the past hour. "We're always being followed Zoey, the Horde is fucking everywhere! Now would you please shut up!" retorted Francis, who seemed to be more on edge than usual. "I think she's right this time Francis. Everyone stay alert." said Bill, aiming his M16A4 down the street they'd just come from.
Louis was the first to hear it. The unholy roar sent shivers up their spines; they knew what it meant and dreaded what came next. As the Infected started to pour out of nearby alleys and doorways, the team painted the walls with blood, bone, and gray matter. Zoey picked off foes from afar with her M14, Bill mowed down mid-range targets with his M16A4. Anything that got to close was dispatched by either Francis' M1014 shotgun or Louis' MP5.
As they dealt their special brand of death, they tried to keep moving down the street towards the safe room. Suddenly, with a smoky gasp, a long tongue flew from the darkness to wrap itself around Francis. As the Smoker dragged him away from his team mates, Francis let out a litany of vehement curses before saying "Uh, guys, a little help here?"
Bill, still firing into the now dwindling but still huge crowd of Infected, yelled "Shit, Zoey, we'll cover you while you save Francis." But before she could even level her rifle, its head disappeared into a puff of red mist before its body exploded into a cloud of smoke. As they looked to the source of the shots, they saw a young figure emerge from a nearby alleyway. He was cutting his way through the Horde with what looked like an automatic rifle. He was clad in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. Strapped across his chest was a bandolier with extra clips of ammo. He also had two hip holsters with a custom M9 in each. He had pale white skin and long, dark, blonde hair that was tied into a ponytail behind his head. Suddenly, the boy reached behind his back and grabbed something. He tossed this blinking, beeping object down the street, away from himself and the team. Suddenly captivated by this object, the rest of the Horde forgot their prey and chased the tube.
The explosion that came seconds later rocked the street and turned what was left of the Horde into a cloud of red paste. "Run!" yelled the new guy, taking off towards the safe room as another roar announced the approach of yet another Horde. Snapping into action, the team took off to catch up with the mysterious boy. Chancing a look over her shoulder, Zoey could see that this Horde was even larger than the last one.
With a blood-curdling howl, a Hunter leaped at Bill from the darkness of a nearby alleyway. The Special Infected was stopped midair by a trio of bullets fired from the boy's rifle. He'd reached the safe room and had turned around to cover the team's approach. The team covered the rest of the distance to the safe room and hurried inside. As the boy closed the door behind them and turned the lock, the Horde slammed into the steel reinforced plate, bouncing off as soon as they collided. The boy began to empty his clip at point-blank range into the faces of the Infected crowding the door. When he'd made a small dent in the crowd, he reached behind him grabbed a Molotov cocktail off of the table, and dropped it into the dent. The bottle smashed against the ground and splashed its fiery death into the Horde, setting them aflame and screaming. While the Horde's skin cooked and their eye's boiled, the boy set to work barricading the door. During all of this, the team just stared at him with a mix of interest and suspicion. Noticing their stares, he finished barricading the door, turned towards the team, and stuck out his hand.
There was an awkward moment of silence as both sides tried to figure out what to do next. Suddenly, Zoey stepped forward and took the boy's hand in a vigorous shake "Hi, I'm Zoey. This is Bill, Francis, and Louis. Thanks for the help out there." Blushing, the boy replied "Uh, hi, my name's Nathan."
They seemed to be accepting him pretty well. As he rolled out his sleeping bag, his thoughts turned to Zoey, the first to step up and truly greet him. All he could think of was how fucking HOT she was! Blushing again, he quickened his pace and nearly dived into his sleeping bag when he'd finished. Still, the thoughts of her persisted. As he slowly drifted to sleep, he was content with the knowledge that the rest of his new teammates couldn't see the bulge forming in his pants, due to the fact that he was sleeping on his side.