L4D2 Fanfic: Part 1.

*author's note: This is a story from a 22 year old women, and her survival. She will meat the l4d2 charicters soon. This is her story. And ocasuinaly others POVs. Left 4 Dead (c). M for muture.

19 days since first infection.

I'm Matison, but most just call me Matt. It's a zombie apocolypse if you can believe this shit. I'm writing this incase I die so atleast somebody will remember me. Funny, right? And I just escaped a plane crash, I'm the only surviver, there were infectied people who somehow made it on. They killed the pilot and the plane went down.

That was he last time I saw a living person.

It's been a week since the crash I'm finly healed enough to move. I found a dirt bike. so I'll be riding it out of here. I'm going to New Orlenses,

aperently there is an EVAC there. I dout it tho. But everyone I knew and loved are dead so I don't fucking care anymore.

I'm alone and it's fucking dangerose. I hope I find people soon, because I'm gunna go Insane soon. If I'm not already.