So the first bit is longer then it should be but that's what my friend said. But any way expect another Author's Note at the end of this chapter and please do read. Important stuff in these Author's note. P.S there's a lot of swearing. And I don't own Left 4 Dead.

POV Lacy

"Your fired."

I dropped all the papers that I dropped a billion times before coming here onto my boss's floor. My mouth hang wide open, and I stare in shock at my boss.

"What?" I asked, barely able to get the words out of my mouth.

"You're fired." She said again, more loudly.

"But why?" I asked as I walk over the papers.

Today was not my day, I should have stayed in bed. If you are wondering what my name is, but I bet your probably don't care at all my name is. But I'm going to tell you anyway: My name is Lacy Paenties. Yes like it's panties but with a e. I am 21 and a college drop out, and I have a shitty job. My day was going down hill right when my eyes open. My alarm was broken so I had to rushed to get myself and my crap for work ready. Oh and I work for a rip off book company that if you wrote and thought up the idea then it's there's! How great is that! But any way I had to get my boss's coffee which I usually order three in case anything happens to them which something always does. I missed the bus and while running for the bus I tripped. There goes coffee #1 and some papers. I should have called it quiets then but no, I had to be a fighter and I had to not miss work. Well then I rushed to the subway, which I learned when I first move here that the subway smelled like ass and monkey's ass. Another reason why I didn't take the subway is that there is a billion other people stuck in there with you. And when I first rode it someone grabbed my ass and I threw hot coffee in there face. Warning you now that I have anger issues.

So back to me on the subway, well someone grabbed my ass again. So there goes coffee #2. After I get to work, someone closed the door in my face, so I smashed into it and some how the coffee didn't spilled. YAY! And then there's the idiot who always try to talk to me. Well he "bumped" into me, which you guessed right! Coffee #3 goes all over me and some more papers. So how's your day?

"We don't need you any more." Was all she said.

My mouth still hanged wide open, I been working at this god damn company for three years. Without missing a day of work, without asking for a raise, and dealing with the boss's shit every stinking day. The day before I was told that I might be getting a promotion and to see the boss, Mrs. Clark, today. But instead I hear this shit.

"What do you mean you don't need me?"

"We don't need you, it's as plan as black and white. What else is there to explain."

"But you told me that you were going to give me a promotion. You yourself old me yesterday."

"Yes I did but I decide to pick Kim instead for the promotion."

I grit my teeth in frustration, I was screwed again, in the ass.

I sighed and took a deep breath, remember what the stupid therapist said when you were 10 before throwing the stupid stress ball at him.

"I need this job." I begged.

"I know, that's why you are getting fried." She said and went back to working on whatever the hell she does. "No worries but I author like you will be able to sell a book. Oh wait you all the books you wrote belong to this company now." She added with a smirk.

I glared at her and turned around to leave. As I left I tipped down her shelves with all of her expensive bases. Who cares? I'm fried now? Screwed annal, I will be homeless within the month. I stormed down the hall, pasting the cubicles. They all heard it and probably happy that I'm gone. No one likes a person who doesn't share their life to them or anything. I heard then whisper about me.

"She got fired?

"Good, who needs a freak."

"She tip over 's bases."

"Good luck."

I grabbed my things from my cubicle, taking my laptop and my candy stash. I took my fish bowl and yelled, "You can have whatever you want!"

A tradition here, to keep some of things you want and let the vultures pick at what you left.

I walked down the rows of cubicle and stopped at the only one that I talk too.

"He's yours." I said putting down Pablo, my super mutant goldfish. I won him at a fair and I thought he would die within the week. Instead he grew to be at least two feet.

"What?" Said Daniel. "I'm sorry Hun about being fried."

I shrug and hugged before leaving. "Facebook me!" He called out to me.

So that's how I lost my job. I know I probably sound like a bitch but growing up with parents that wish you were never born can do a lot to you. Especially if you grew up lonely with no relatives or friends to talk too. Everyone else at least have that someone who they can talk too, I had someone but they betrayed me.

I walked up the steps to my crappy apartment that's not worth $600 a month. But it did have it's Perkins, it's had sound proofing walls, no one can hear me and I can't hear them. The big red door I hate the color red, because my hair is red. And everyone knows that gingers have no soul. I open the door and walked into my three room apartment. It had a living room, a small kitchen, and a bathroom. The living only had a small couch and a coffee table litter with papers and had a type writer.

I flopped down on the couch and stared out into space. The clock tick in the back around, it sounded lie it was getting louder and louder with every second that goes by. Then I snapped. I got up and threw the type writer across the room and then went about destroying what was in my tiny apartment. After I was done, I last on the floor of my living room. I tipped over the coffee table and all the papers on it were everywhere. The kitchen was even more wreck then the living room. Plate smashed and glass everywhere. The coffee machine was smashed into a million pieces along with the toaster. The bathroom had the Advil across the floor, the mirror broken and the shower curtains ripped to sherds.

Maybe I should reconsider seeing that therapist. Or maybe I shouldn't, my parental Borgs made me go. They always thought I had problems, well they should know they are the cause for most of my problems. I got up and went to the bathroom and took a shower. Showers always calm me down for some odd reason. I sat down in the tub letting the hot water wash over me, washing my problems away. After being in the shower for an hour or three I went back to the living room and flopped down on the couch. Letting sleep over come me.

For the rest of the week, I ignore the out side world and my phone ringed about a billion times. I wonder who the hell has my number but I don't answer it. I sat around wondering what will I do with my self. Monday was the day I got fried, and it's Wednesday. The news was still babbling about the Green Flu which now they are saying lock up your house and board up your windows. Wow it sounds like that youtube thing about hide your kids, hide your wives, and hide your husbands video.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I looked up from where I sat at the door.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I sighed and called out, "No one is home!"

The banging continue and I ignore it, it takes a lot to annoy me. After about what I think a hour of banging, it ends. I sigh in relief and get to make myself something to eat. I decide to eat the chicken, then I took a shower and then went to sleep. That was how my days went: Sleep, eat, watch the picture box, eat, shower and sleep.

It was Sunday when something happen, something that brought reality into my little depress world. I turn around in my couch, the place was still trash. I keep telling myself that I would fix it tomorrow but tomorrow never comes. I was half way a sleep when a crashed woke me up. I shot up out of my little bed, and looked around. I saw it before hearing it or more like him. I got up slowly, and grabbed my crack bat. The bat I keep in case any of the users in my building decide to come at me.

He didn't notice me, so I slowly crept up on him. He had a black hoodie on with the hood over his face. But I could see black stains of hair coming from the hood. Ripped skinny jeans and black and white checker board chucks. There was duck tape around his left wrist and his right fore arm. There was more around his right knee and his thigh. The hoodie looked familiar to me but I ignore that thought.

He didn't notice me until the last second, he growled at me which scared me. He startle me which lead me to beat him in the head. He felled down to the floor of my kitchen. I stare in shock at what I did. Great, now I'm going to have to rewatch Law & Order, Cops, and Bones.

I took a deep breath and looked more closely at the hooded figure. He was still breathing, relief flooded of me at this and then worry came back when I saw his hands. They were claws, long sharp claws covered in blood. I took a closer look and saw under his hood well only his mouth. It was slightly open, showing his teeth, his pointed teeth. I walked calmly into the living for the phone and I stopped. What if he woke up?

I looked back at the hooded boy and back to phone. I sighed, and went to my closet that held the randomist things from my past life. I dug through it and find a dog muzzle, and the handcuffs from when I went as a cop for Halloween. And no it wasn't the slutty cop, it was more like the cop who will shot you if you said a dirty joke too. The dog muzzle was when I was in the dog washing business. My boss was paranoid about the dogs biting. I found some duck tape too.

I locked the handcuffs and put the keys in my back pocket and put the muzzle on. I then duck tape his hands. After I was done, I was surprise that he didn't wake up. I got up and went to the phone and called the cops.

I told you one of these will be here! I hope you are reading this too, any whore this is one my first non – crossovers. So I hope everyone likes. This is from a dream so yeah. Please review tell me what you hate and what you like, what is wrong and what right. Review! Reviews let me know that you are reading and this wasn't for nothing. And blah blah blah blah! And a picture of Lacy will be up soon if anyone is wondering too. Thanks for reading!