A/N: My first Left 4 Dead story in fanfic! If you see any spelling errors, it would be nice to know about it. Well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead!
Chapter One:
Alone… or so I Thought?
It was the year 2012, when the apocalypse started. People getting infected caused by a horrible virus and turning into undead creatures. It seemed like a joke at first, when my family and I heard it in the news. But then it just turned into a horrible nightmare.
I woke up, realizing that the nightmare was real. I looked around my house to see if my family had come back, bat in hand. Sadly, no one was there, but it was a good thing there was no infected got in the house. I took a deep breath and prayed to God that they were still alive and hope they didn't get infected.
I went through my parents' closet, in search for one of my father's shot guns. There was one there which meant dad, mom, and my older brother took the other three which they took with them before they left. I also checked in the drawers for my mom's pistol. I sighed in relief to find it and ammo for both guns.
There was no way I was going to stay here and wait to get infected. Or worse, get eaten. My parents left my brother and me at the house, about a week ago because they thought it was safer to stay here. My older brother left yesterday in search for them.
I got a small backpack and put in some food, water, some ammo, a first-aid kit, pain pills, and a flash light. I loaded up the guns. Before I went outside, I looked out the window to see infected walking and standing around.
I started to tremble. I was terrified of what might happen to me. Besides, I was only a fifteen year old girl with short, black hair and grey eyes, who didn't know how to use a gun properly.
Praying for help from God, I opened the door and started shooting a zombie with the pistol. The first shot kind of pushed me back a little, but it didn't stop me from trying to kill them. More of the infected kept coming after me. Where the hell are they coming from? I kept thinking.
It was not long until an infected tackled me down and started to claw me. I cried for help, but realize it was useless. I tried to get off me, but it was too strong. I couldn't see the zombie's face because it was wearing a hood. All I saw was it's creepy, red eyes. I screamed again, hoping someone would help me.
Out of no where, the infected seemed to be pushed off of me and shot at. I was then helped up, by a man with dark blonde hair and green eyes, probably twenty years old.
"Are you all right?" he asked while shooting the rest of the infected.
"Yeah." I managed to say. I looked at myself. I was injured pretty badly with blood all over me.
The man looked at me. "Man, you look pretty bad. Here take this." he said handing me a first-aid kit, "By the way, my name's Wayne. And yours?"
"Lana. Um…I-I already have a first-aid kit." I stuttered. I was a little dramatized.
"No, it's okay, really. Save yours for later." he assured.
"Thank you, and thanks for saving me." I said.
"No problem. Just glad I'm not the only survivor." he said, "How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Fifteen." I said, healing myself.
"Jeez… your young. Well we should get going, before another horde comes." he said, leading the way, "Come on, I know where the next safe house is."
I hesitated at first, but followed him anyways. Better safe then sorry.
A/N: Please review! Tell me what you think!