Left One 4 Dead

It was the year 2012 when it happened.

It happened all too fast. Starting with one life, ending with millions of lives. But, there is hope, for some have been able to be immune. Immune to the infected demons from Hell. I am one of the last survivors. I am an immune lucky son of a gun. My name is John Stevens. I have been imprisoned in my own home for days, finally driven away from it by boredom, frustration, and hope. Hope that I will be rescued.

I left my home in Atlanta, Georgia, 3 weeks after the first infected. I headed toward my garage, where I picked up some useful tools. The first tool I had was an axe. I picked it up and strapped it to my back. I searched around, and found a health kit, some pills, a flashlight (with rechargeable battery), and some tennis shoes, for jogging (or running. Probably more running).

As I took my first weak steps outside, I was relieved that no infected where near me. But sadly, I was alone in a world of demons. Yesterday, I was listening to my radio, quietly, and I overheard that 4 survivors, Zoey, Francis, Louis, and Bill, where rescued and safe. Their plan was to stick together and fight together as a team.

This was not possible for me, for I was alone. As I was caught in my thoughts, I realized that an infected male, with torn jeans, blood coming out of his mouth, a white undershirt, and a broken neck was approaching me. I was astonished and swiftly pulled out my axe. I cut its head off so fast; it was as if a light year had struck him.

"Oh……..my……….God…….." Was all I could mutter. I started down the road; probably 5 minutes after I killed my first infected, and fought some more demons. Suddenly, a chopper roared above me.

"ANY SURVIVORS, PLEASE REPORT TO THE EVACUATION STATION ON TOP OF THE MALL! THERE, YOU WILL BE EVACUATED AND TAKEN TO A HOSPITAL IMMEDIATELY FOR DECANAMINATION!" The chopper announced. Realizing that my only way out was at the evacuation station at the mall, I started to run because I was overjoyed. After my 10 minute hike, I was met by a weird building, with red doors on both entrance and exit. I opened the door, and closed it. I saw a piece of paper.

It stated that this was an infected safe house. This place will carry needed medical supplies, weapons, and ammo. That was all I needed. Surveying for about a half-hour, I found a shotgun, about 56 buckshot, some more pills, and a pistol. I was overwhelmed from the luck I had found from this house. I hoped that more houses like this would meet me along the way to the evacuation station.

I opened the door, and shot the shotgun. BAM!!! Down fell the infected beast. "This might be easier than I thought." I stated, bragging to myself.

But my family's luck taught me to think differently. This was going to get a lot harder.

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