Hello there, long time to post.

Any of you who have read anything of mine know I am *horrible* at finishing stories - so please don't get you hopes up for this. Honestly it was only meant to be a short story but I have a bad feeling it's going to become a horrible mess of a story that will only be finished if my muse decides to play nice. Which it doesn't. Ever.

Please bare with me, I know this chapter is all over the place. Honestly I wanted to redo it and split it into a prologue and fill it in with more structure - but I have no clue where to start. Feel free to give me some ideas of just how I might go about doing so.

Another thing, my chapters tend to vary greatly in length. It's just how I write . a lot of chapters get either combined or chopped up. Just how I roll.

Also, feel free to review/critique/grammar-Nazi me. I'm a big girl, I can handle it.

This story is rated M for the Language used and gory scenes to come. And maybe something more ;)

Obviously I do not own L4D, if I did I would make more maps and give games to my friends to make them play it xD cause damnit, I'm all alone in my obsession atm with only my BF for support/rp fun.

This story contains: OCs, Rambling thought processes, and zombie cooties. Enjoy.

EDIT: MAJOR EDITS HERE. I suggest a reread. This is much more in line with my original idea. I'll also need to change the summary xD

Update: Yo, guys, thanks for all the follows and faves so far :D you makes me want to write much much more 3 lets hope my dreams reveal more plot bunnies for me to play with


Chapter 1 - Welcome to my Life

Snow is falling lightly to the ground again, adding to the amount on already on the ground. The air is nippy and a small breeze is weaving its way through the alleys of this deserted place. Everything is so quiet and still, for once though it was not an uneasy silence. But for how long would that last?

Peace was hard to come by now a days, seeing as the world had gone to shit with in a few weeks of the "green flu" being reported. Now people walked the land like zombies, eating the flesh of those unaffected by the intial infection. Their skin paled and the minds seemed to numb, some experienced extreme mutations, and some kept their intelligence.

Those kind were what made life as a survivor an everyday struggle. If hoards of the normal zombies weren't bad enough, you had to watch you weren't pounced on. Or grabbed and dragged off by a tongue. Yes, a tongue. It would grab you like a lasso and drag you back to the licker's waiting claws and teeth.

Those claws were nothing compared to the crying girl's. Disturb her and she'd could shred you into ribbons. But so could a Hunter, pouncer, leaper, hoodie guy or what ever you wanted to call them. The hunter's were one of the worst, and one of the smartest. The lived in packs, hunted from roof tops, could drop from a 3-story building without injury and rip a person apart in seconds. I've seen it happen, all to often.

Some of these poor souls find their bodies horribly disfigured. Giants with huge, muscled arms. Obese people turned into a ticking time bomb - their bile and blood known to attract a hoard. Many unlucky woman find themselves throwing up acid. It just goes on and on - which is why I hide among them.

I've disguised myself in an attempt to live. Covered myself with their disgusting bile and blood and doned a hoodie to look like a Hunter. Luck and the will to live the only things keeping me alive - and sane. Everyday I pray that someone will find me, if only to join them and raise our odds of survival.

I can't believe it's been almost a month since all this happened... It feels like just yesterday I arrived in this town when my car ran out of gas. I hope everyone is doing ok.. I sighed, grumbling as my pen ran out of ink. I set down the sort of "survival journal" I started just to keep my mind busy - and sane.

A noise outside drew my attention away from writing, and peeking out from my hiding spot I eyed a normal zombie walking through my alley. Sighing in relief I closed the peep hole and shifted away from the window. I'd taken up residence in a small apartment building, choosing the room with the least windows and a fire escape to make as my safehouse. A sleeping bag, blankets, and pillows made up my bed, and a box next to it held my supplies and ammo.

At the moment I had a sniper rifle set next to the window - mainly to clear out any problems before I left the safety of my room. Another gun, some sort of automatic...something, sat empty in the corner. Damn, I really need to find some more ammo for that thing..

A familiar coughing sound that snapped me from my thoughts. A smoker, or licker as some called them. Urgh, that reminds me of the first time one got me... I shuddered hard at the memory of that tongue on me. It was one of the most disgusting feelings in the world - both mentally and physically.

I was pretty sure it was that same smoker that first grabbed me. I figured he was still pissed that I got a lucky break when his tongue got cut off by the edge of tin roof he was standing on. I don't blame him though, it was a rather pathetic way to lose your meal and I think it hurt his pride. If they still feel things like pride and anger... which I think at least this guy does.

Picking up my rifle I moved back over to my peephole and slowly slid it open enough to look around - only to have a tongue hit my face. I swatted it away before it could wrap around my head, but it instead wrapped tightly around my left wrist. I growled at it I put down my gun and reached behind myself to grope around for my ninja sword. Finally finding it, I turned back to cut the tongue, only to watch as it released me and slithered back out the hole.

Not missing a beat I peeked back out the hole and could see the smoker just across the way - reeling his tongue back in as he made his retreat. "I dare you try that again, asshole" I grumbled out-loud as I closed the hole up and swiped the slobber off my face. Oh golly, just what I always wanted, zombie cooties! though I tried not to, but I couldn't help but giggle at myself.


Ok, those of you who survived the first chapter with out exiting the page. Thank you. Honestly, the next chapter is a lot freaking better. I hate this chapter. I hate starting off stories. It was never my strong suit.

So, for those of you who are curious about the smoker... he will be a returning annoyance throughout the story until someone finally kills him. But, if you want him to stick around and maybe get his hands on my character... then just ask xD

Honestly, if you feel you have an idea for the story or plot feel free to pm me. If I decide to use your advice or ideas you will be credited :)