Hey readers! I was playing the video game Left 4 Dead 2 and I thought that I should write a story with the ideas that I was having. Nothing except for the plot belongs to me. I hope you like it.

Chapter One

~Shadows settle on the place, where you left~

"SHOOT IT! SHOOT IT!"

Rochelle screamed as it rode her face and directed her body to a place completely packed with common infected.

She screamed some more as they all beat and clawed at her.

They were in Portland, Oregon on the I205 Bridge.

They were trying to get to the smaller town of Washougal, Washington.

New Orleans didn't exactly turn out like they were hoping it would.

The camp they were dropped off at was quickly over-run with zombies almost as soon as they had arrived there.

Somehow, a zombie had bitten one of the perimeter guards, and he didn't tell anyone about it.

He bit someone else and they bit two others and it all just went down-hill from there.

To put it simply, they thought they had been FUCKED MAJOURLY!

But when they were preparing to get out of dodge, they found documents that proved there were survivors in a little town in Washington State.

They all discussed it quietly in a place they deemed safe for them to stop, and knew it was going to be a very long way and would probably take them about two months to get there, depending on how slow they had to travel.

They knew they were going to have to walk most of the way, and they hoped that they could get someone to help them along the way that had some sort of mode of motorized transport to make it faster, but they were willing to take the chance if it meant survival as well.

"AHHH GET IT OFFA ME!" Ellis screamed.

"AHHH!"

A hunter was clawing at his armor covered belly.

It was so strong it was ripping THROUGH the KEVLAR!

And it really HURT!

Coach and Nick ran over, shooting at the hunter, hoping that they didn't accidentally hit their team-mate instead.

They finally killed the hunter and went to find Rochelle.

And what they saw, it wasn't pretty.

Rochelle was still alive, but barely.

Her insides were hanging out all over the ground, and her face was almost unrecognizable.

She was gasping and choking on her own blood, but she was trying to speak.

Nick got down on his knees beside her to try to hear what she was saying, and nearly missed what she was whispering.

"H-help M-m-me-e-e." She begged.

Nick knew that she wasn't going to make it, and they didn't have any more health packs to even TRY to patch her up.

He looked at the other two and shook his head.

Coach and Ellis both looked sad, but they also knew that there was no use making her suffer like she was.

Nick stood up, looked down at her with grief and regret in his eyes, pointed a pistol at her head, and pulled the trigger.

The final moments before her head exploded all over the Interstate was confusing.

They wanted to believe that it was a smile, but they couldn't get the thought out of their minds that it may have been a look of horror.

They turned, not giving another glance back at their fallen comrade, and continued on their journey that would last at least two more days.

Nick and Ellis walked away with grief in their hearts and sadness in their eyes, but they knew that Rochelle was in a better place.

They didn't notice that Coach wasn't following them.

They didn't see him put the end of the shotgun in his mouth, and they didn't see him pull the trigger.

All they heard was a lonely gunshot.

Coach had, had enough, and couldn't live without his love, Rochelle.

They had been through so much together.

Laughed and cried and fought together.

His feelings had grown over the time they had spent together, and now she was gone.

Coach couldn't think of any other solution than putting his gun in his mouth and pulling the trigger.

He felt a flash of pain, and then nothing.

Just a lonely darkness that was never-ending.

~Among the troubled by the emptiness~

End of Chapter One