Curse of the Carriers
What had Zoey, Louis, Francis and Bill escaped from? what was in store for the Nick, Coach, Rochelle, and Ellis? Join some of the last survivors of the apocalypse as they try to survive a zombie filled world, where even their own government wants them dead.
Rated M: for language and violence
I don't own Left 4 Dead; it's too epic for me.
This chapter introduces two of the 4 new survivors and gives hints of fates of the old ones, the new survivors will eventually meet up with the old ones (all 7 of them), as they will play a major role in the story and its not Left 4 Dead without them.
No parings yet, but suggestions are welcome, just not gay stuff because I don't do that.
Chapter 1: What is hidden
As the blue and white stock car drove away from the bridge, three people were waving their farewells.
"Should we have told them?" Louis asked the others, feeling a little guilty.
"No." Zoey replied sadly "Things are already bad enough for them as it is."
As the three got ready to move on, Louis couldn't help but hope that their new friends would have a better reception waiting for them, then the one that he, Francis, Zoey, and Bill escaped from…
Several days later…
"Son, I am covered with zombie guts, puke, eyeballs, and 20 other parts that I don't even know, we are sure as shit immune." Coach roared into the radio that they found on a corpse on the bridge.
"Eagle seven, are you equipped for carriers?" The man on the other end of the radio asked another.
"Yes sir." Came the reply.
As they were given instructions Nick couldn't help but feel that maybe they were escaping the frying pan, but jumping into the fire, he had read enough on the walls that being called carriers didn't install much hope in him. But as Ellis hit the switch to lower the bridge, Nick just shrugged; they couldn't do much about it now, if they were lucky, maybe the military wouldn't just line them up against the wall and shoot them, it was a long shot but then again, so was getting across that bridge…
Half an hour later…
Pilot Harris couldn't help but shake his head sadly at the sounds of celebration from the cargo hold. While he was safe enough from the carriers where he was, he couldn't help but feel sorry for them. How horrible it must be to survive that nightmare, only to find yourself in something worse, He hoped that no one else would survive to find out what was in store for them. With a sinking feeling, Harris steered the chopper towards the military quarantined safe zone, and research lab…
Several cities away…
"ARR Crap!" Clark yelled into the night as the car's alarm sounded. Clark was a young man with short brown hair, wearing a black jacket with jeans and a black shirt. He also was holding a pistol like he knew how to use it.
The tell-tale cry of the infected reached his ear as he tried to put as much space between him and the beeping car as possible. As the sound of running increased behind him, he leapt into a small supermarket shop and quickly pushed one of the shelves to block the door. As the zombies hammered on the door, Clark ran through the back, pausing long enough to grab the pump shotgun on the way since he had lost his original rifle.
As he ran through the back alleys, he couldn't help but marvel at how quickly his life had changed over a few short weeks. Several weeks ago, which felt like forever and a half for him; he had been a police officer with a nice small home and good friends. Now all his friends were dead or worse, and he was running and fighting a never-ending army of zombies. He had long since given up on finding any other survivors, as every lead he had followed from writing on the safe room walls had lead him to dead bodies and a near death experience. He had also tried several evac zones, but each one had been abandoned, and the writing left their made him even more worried. By this point he had pretty much accepted the fact that he had really been left for dead, and now only had the goal in mind was surviving to kill as many zombies as he could, if only so someone else could escape.
Clark rounded a corner only to find it blocked off with a hastily made barricade, complete with CEDA posters all over it. He couldn't help but curse CEDA when he saw it. The company really had no idea what they were doing when they tried to deal with the situation, making people think that all they had to do was wash their hands and banning weapons had killed more people then he had zombies, and he had lost count of that long ago.
Clark headed into a warehouse, hoping to dig up some supplies, since if he didn't find food soon, zombies were gonna be finding him because of the sound of his stomach grumbling. He grabbed an axe that had been abandoned near by and proceeded to use it to open several boxes, a bit over kill, but he just wanted to hit something that didn't want to rip him a new one. As he checked the boxes, he heard an angry roar, a roar that installed dread in him every time he heard it. His fears were confirmed when a zombie that made body builders look weak charged through the doors. Clark quickly cycled through his options. He could try to take the tank… His axe and shotgun weren't filling him with confidence on that idea since he had seen one of these things rip its way through an actual tank. He could try to run… the tank is in the way of the only door and the upstairs walkway didn't have a way out. Or he could wing it and hope for the best. No matter what the situation, he usually picked option three.
Quickly drawing his shotgun, he opened fire and back peddled as fast as he could. The tank roared in annoyance and ran after him, running on all fours like an ape, he quickly navigated his way through the boxes, hoping to get around the tank so he could find a better spot to defend, but this time, luck was giving him the finger. Clark felt something hard crash into him, and realised that the tank had knocked a large metal shelf into him.
As adrenalin from fear coursed through him, Clark managed to extricate himself from the shelf, only to find that the tank had almost reached him. He continued to pump shell after shell into the massive beast, but he may as well have tried to punch a brick wall for all the good it was doing.
Just as it reached him and raised one massive arm to punch him into next week, he heard a shout from the other side of the warehouse.
"Duck!"
He fell rather then ducked, just managing to avoid the blow. He then heard the sound of a small machine gun firing as the tank roared in frustration. It then turned around, charging towards the newcomer. Taking advantage of the distraction, Clark got back to his feet and continued to shoot at the tank. Luckly for him, Tanks aren't really known for their intelligence, as it continued to rush the newcomer, who was much further away from it then Clark was.
The giant gave one last defiant roar before it tumbled to the ground. Now without the monstrosity blocking his view, Clark could now see the newcomer clearly.
She was around his age, had midnight black hair, wearing black Jeans, a grey shirt, and a dark brown jacket that was covered with the images of skulls. She was also expertly welding a TMP.
"Ah, hi." He said after a moment's hesitation, realizing that she hadn't lowered her gun.
"Don't move." She told him as she walked cautiously towards him, weapon still trained on him.
Clark silently cursed himself as his shotgun was currently pointing uselessly towards the ground.
Gun still pointed at him, she started to search him for something.
"What are you…" He started but was then interrupted
"Ok, you're clean." She told him, lowering her own gun.
Suddenly, he realized what she had been checking for.
"You could have asked if I was bit or not." He told her.
"I've been lied to too many times to believe that." She told him. She then turned around to leave.
"Hey, wait! Where are you going?" Clark asked her, a bit alarmed.
She stopped and turned to him "Away." She told him curtly.
"Whoa, hold on a sec, sorry if this is a bit forward but I haven't met another survivor for ages now, just that, wouldn't it be better if we sticked together." He asked her quickly.
"It wouldn't, people die around me." She told him bluntly.
"Ok, so you've had some bad experiences, but just how much longer do you think you can survive on your own." He asked her, with the same question that had been bugging himself for a while now.
She seemed to think about what he had said for a moment before saying "Fine, but we're not staying here; we'll live longer on the move."
"Don't worry, I found that out the hard way." He told her.
"There's a safe room across the street from here, I was just finding some supplies when I found you." She told him.
They checked three more buildings on their side of the street, two of which were empty, the third however was a different story.
"Hey, check this out." Clark called to the girl who he didn't know the name of yet.
He had just finished braining a zombie with his new axe when he found a room that had obviously been used to stockpile food.
They stocked up on as much food as they could carry, and headed to the safe room, where they barred the door.
As he and his new friend started to gather ammo and medical supplies that were in the room, Clark decide to make introductions.
"Well, uh, my name is Clark… you?" he asked her.
She looked up from cleaning her TMP "Taylor" she answered.
"Nice to meet you." He told her sincerely. When she didn't say anything more, he decided to ask another question.
"So, what did you do before all this?" He asked her curiously
"Army, I was a combat engineer, and one of the best shooters during training." She told him, without bothering to look up this time.
"Well, that explains how you survived this long." He said.
"So what did you do then?" She asked him.
"Me? I was a police officer, absolutely aced everybody when it came to accuracy tests, also ended up training with the special weapons team, learnt how to use heavy weaponry and such, never though I would have to use it though." He told her, trailing of at the end.
Taylor was about to answer when they heard the toilet flush in from behind the closed door in the safe room.
In a flash they both had their weapons trained on the door as it burst open…
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