Randomly, I had this idea. It came out as a drawing and my friends kept telling me it's good, so here it is.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Left4 Dead. Enjoy!

I had friends and family. They all cared for me.

I was a straight A+ student at school. "She is a wonderful student", some of my teachers would say.

Soon my dad died. I would always visit him at the cemetery. There I would cry silently. After all, I still had my mom. So far everything was perfectly normal. Until…..

A virus broke loose because of some experiment or something.

It turned regular people into blood thirsty zombies.

After only three days, the infection took over. That is why I hid at a little secret place with mom.

Every now and then, I would get out and search for other survivors.

I take a handgun just in case, that is with extra bullets. It's a good thing mom and I practiced shooting and other ways to kill those infected.

So I left. Without knowing that one of the infected was watching. I searched and searched but couldn't find any one.

I drop my head. I go back to the hideout and find my mom "Dead".

I raise my gun and the only thing I say, "I love you, mom". Then BANG!

I ran, ran not knowing where I was going. I stopped, turning my head if is see anybody. I had no family. I started crying.

Then suddenly I see someone sitting down in the street light.

I run to that person, not knowing that would change my life forever.

I stop. I see he is crouching like if he was supposed to attack someone.

He was wearing a sweatshirt. "Hello? Sir?", I ask quietly. He starts growling and he slowly turns and I see red eyes. He pounces on me and starts scratching me and literally starts to hurt me real bad. I reach my gun and quickly shoot him before he does any damage to me.

I get up with a wound on my stomach and I see the dead infected next to me dead. I take a closer view. Not like the infected I see, maybe he is a special infected.

I walk away limping. I start crying. I see my clothes are almost ripped.

Thanks a lot, I thought sarcastically.

All of a sudden, I start to feel my nails growing.

I cry more. I see my wound healed. Did I get infected?, I thought to myself.

I run and stop at a store. I see my reflection.

My nails have grown, my hair down like a tangled mess.

I see my eyes are no longer the pretty sapphire blue, but a blood red.

I cry my last blue tear.

Is this what I become?

Finished!

If you're thinking, "Why not the witch attack her?" Well I had my reasons. So bye and REVIEW!