A/N: First off, I do not own Left 4 Dead or Fullmetal Alchemist. I wish I did, but I don't. Secondly, warnings. Warning for crappy writing, sexual content, offensive language, and maybe gore.

Mornings were one of the worst times. Mainly because they were the loneliest times of his life.

Every morning, he woke up at five o'clock. Sharp. He would then treed down the stairs to start up a pot of coffee. While it brewed, the man would put in two pieces of bread into the toaster, putting it on two and a half minutes. Just enough time to get out the butter, butter knife, plate, and morning paper. Once he would come inside, the toast would have popped and his coffee done. Grabbing his favorite cup, which he washed every morning after breakfast, he poured the caffeinated beverage and placed the mug onto the table. By the time the toast was buttered, the coffee was just cool enough to drink.

Roy Mustang did this everyday. And always by himself.

Sure, he had friends. And, almost everyday after work, his childhood friend, Maes Hughes would ask him if he wanted to do something, find a girl at a local club, get a drink at the corner bar, or head down to the beach since it had been a hot summer. But Roy would always refuse. It wasn't that he didn't like people, it was just he didn't want to do anything.

All of this had started when the two had gotten back from the war in Iraq. When they came back, Hughes stayed the same as ever, flashing pictures of his wife and newborn daughter. But Roy had changed. He became colder, more distant.

But today was going to be different.

As Roy took a sip of his coffee, the doorbell rang. Before he could get up to answer it, though, Hughes walked in, all dressed up like a father on his way to a family vacation.

"Roy! Get dressed, you're going to the beach with us!" He said, taking the newspaper out of the other man's hands.

A sigh escaped his lips as he took the paper back, taking a bite into his toast. "Don't feel like going." He said.

The smile on Hughes' face slipped away as he sat across from his best friend. "Listen Roy, you've been stuck in here for months. It's almost been a year. Don't you think it's time to come out and you know…have a little fun?"

The black haired man shook his head as he continued to read his paper. Taking a sip of his coffee, he looked at the other with a dead panned expression. "I'm not going."

Hughes smirked at his reply and stood up, grabbing Roy by the caller and dragging him back up the stairs. "To bad!"

The transition from the cool, air conditioned car to the hot, blazing heat from the sun was horrible.

Roy jumped slightly and felt almost sick to his stomach as his body tried it's best to adapt. Elicia, the Hughes' only daughter, ran out, seeming to adapt faster then the rest of them as she made her way to the beach. Gracia smiled at this and followed her, making sure she wasn't out of anyone's sight.

"This is what you need, Roy." Maes said, locking the car with a beach chair in hand. "A nice day out on the beach and later on, when Gracia and Elicia leave, a little party at the shack nearby."

Roy shrugged as he looked around, stepping onto the sand. It was bleaching hot as it slide in between his toes and created a wall between his feet and his sandals.

"I don't know, Hughes. I'm not really the partying type." He said, setting up his chair in the shade.

Hughes smiled, setting his chair right up next to him. "It's just one party. You haven't done anything fun in how long? It's about time to loosen up."

As the day grew shorter, it also became colder as well.

A nice, cool, simple breeze swept over him as he lay in his hammock, swinging back and forth slowly. His eyes were closed and pants rolled up to just under the knees. As the wind blew, he would smile softly at it's touch. Sometimes, it would even get to as big as a grin it the wind was large enough to blow his hair, tickling his nose.

"Brother."

The teen's younger brother said, his voice forcing his eyes open. The blonde looked at the brunette in a glaring fashion.

"Damn it, Alphonse. Let me sleep." He said, turning away from him.

Alphonse smiled at him and rolled up his sleeves. It was summer time but yet he still wore sweatshirts. Whenever he took one off, he felt somehow naked and exposed, two feelings he did not like. The most he would do is roll up his sleeves and pants. He took a soda from the cooler and popped it open, taking a sip of the ice cold beverage.

"Is that what you're going to ware to the party? Really?" He asked, looking his elder brother over.

The blonde wore a simple red tank top and blue jeans, cheap black flip flops on his feet. He nodded, sitting up. "Yeah, why?"

Al shook his head. "Well, Ed, you should at least put on a t-shirt or something."

Edward smirked, standing up to get himself his own soda. "I'm not like you, Al. I don't like being covered head to toe in thick ass cotton."

The younger of the two chuckled as he pulled out the coals to put in the nearby barbeque. The older one followed by taking out the hot dogs. "Besides, why do you worry so much about how I dress?"

"Because, Brother, there's going to be alcohol at the party and I know you'll have some. And once you do, you'll have more. You'll be partying like crazy and you'll be trying to get into guy's pants without even knowing it." Al was the only one who knew about Ed's sexuality. He didn't dare tell his mother or father, they wouldn't understand. The blonde was waiting until he moved out to tell them so he wouldn't have to go home everyday to have to explain it to them.

Ed sighed as he opened the hot dogs. "I'm not going to get drunk, would you stop worrying, mother dear."

Al chuckled at the comment, starting the fire. "I'll be watching, Edward. Like a ninja."

The music blasted, echoing throughout the beach, and maybe into the ocean. Everyone hooted and hollered as they drank and danced, acting as if the night would end in less then an hour.

Edward stood there, a half empty bottle in his hand. It was his third and his mind was already beginning to fog. But right away, it cleared up yet again as a taller man with night black hair made his way toward the teen. Ed quickly chugged the drink and put the bottle down on the seat next to him. By the time he looked back up, the mysterious man was standing there, holding his own bottle.

"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" He asked.

Ed scuffed and looked away. "What's it to you? Are you police or something?" He asked, looking at his feet now.

"Actually," He said. "US Army."

The young blonde's eyes went wide as he looked back up at the half drunk man. "Please don't arrest me."

The man laughed and patted the teen's head. "I'm not going to. It's a party. We're supposed to be having fun, right? Just promise me you won't get drunk."

Ed couldn't take his eyes away from the tall stranger, staring into his onyx eyes was like heaven on Earth. He slowly nodded in reply. The man put out his hand with a smile. "My name is Roy. What's yours?"

"Ed. Edward Elric." He said, shaking Roy's hand as he answered.

Roy nodded, a drunk smile crossing his face. He was fully aware of what was going on around him but his body didn't seem to want to listen to his whim. Without meaning to, he leaned forward onto the young teen who caught him and held him up. He scuffed at the smell of whisky and beer on his breath.

"Gross…" He mumbled, carrying the man to his hammock.

As he tried to lay Roy down, screaming echoed throughout the beach. Ed ignored it, thinking that it was just some party goers getting a little to high for their own heads. Roy, on the other hand, sat up at the sound, looking utterly scared and shocked. "Hughes?" He asked.

The blonde shook his head. "No. Ed. Your friend must be out somewhere getting drunk."

As soon as those words passed his lips, Roy's soft, friendly look turned into that of a criminal. He glared at the teen and when he talked, venom dripped from his teeth. "Don't you dare talk about him like that."

Ed jumped at the sight of his face and the sound of his voice as if the man had turned into a bear.

Both of them turned toward to the direction of the party as more and more people screamed. And it wasn't a scream of joy or of fandom. No, this scream that came from the middle of the beach was that of horror, pure fear. Roy stood up, looking everything over.

"What the hell…?" he mumbled as partiers ran away from the music, blood covering the front of them.

The younger of the two stood up, almost wanting to run himself but his body was frozen stiff. As they stood together, more and more people ran toward them, trying to get away. And as more of them came, the two finally found out what they were all afraid about. Not to far away from where they stood, a woman jumped onto a man's back, digging her teeth into his shoulder and ripping out a chunk of flesh. The man screamed in pain and horror as he fell to the ground.

Roy's eyes went wide at the sight and grabbed his partner's hand, running as fast as he could to the nearest building.

"What's going on!? What happened back there?!" Ed screamed in horror.

The taller man did not answer for he, too, was trying to process the events of what was happening in front of his own eyes.

A/N: Umm...review?