This is a Left 4 dead Oneshot fanfiction. I'm not a very good author, and this is probably cheesy, but this is probably my favorite couple in the game. Even being one of the only ones. Especially being one of the only ones.
Zoey didn't know what was wrong with her. She couldn't stop thinking about the boy with the car. She was in the apocalypse, for goodness' sake. She couldn't think about... about... whatever she was thinking about. Ever since Bill died, she'd never felt the same. If she had only agreed to leave for the sailboat immediately, she'd never have met the boy that made her emotions mixed up and her head reel. But then he would have died...
They had secured the island of the sparse groups of infected who, lacking need, had never mutated. It was a slaughterfest of autoshotgun massacring. (Didn't think so many death words would fit in a single sentence, did you? Well HA!) But everyone realized that her heart wasn't in it. He was all that she could think about, and the zombies were just background noise to her unanswerable questions of what could have been. I should have left with him. Francis and Louis can handle themselves, right? No, by the end of that day, one or both of them would have been mercilessly strangled by the other. Over like, who gets the pills or something. Maybe Louis would steal Francis' vest she mused Or maybe Francis would have called Louis' tie tacky. As she lay in bed for the night, she thought of how things had passed. The cabin was a lucky brake, with a full fridge, stash upon stash of ammo, practically an armory in the cellar, and a whole storage shed in the back with anything a group of post apocalyptic survivors could need. Even Toilet Paper!
But there was always that one, crucial little piece missing that made Zoey ache more that any pain pills could cure. Something made her need Ellis, his sweet southern voice, so rare in her home of Philadelphia. And, she had to admit, the famous race car did help. It had such a great sound, a soft rumbling... Grbl.... Zoey's heart stopped. She lifted a slat of the drapes, and saw it.
Jimmie Gibbs Jr.