I do not own Left 4 dead. Valve does. This is the updated version of the story. It will be longer, more than two parts, like I had planned before, because I have more that I want to include in the story then I did before.

01: The Encounter

Every single human being is different. They're unique and special in their own way. I feel this to be true or, at least, that's what I thought. Especially considering what I've been going through. You see, I've never wielded any type of gun in my life, other than a pistol. I've always wanted to, even though I was always a little bit afraid to. Now is my chance.

There is something called the "Green Flu". It is a highly transmittable virus which manifests itself as massively increased aggression and the loss of many higher brain functions within its victim. Pretty much, it turned people into zombies, something that I've feared for most of my life. What's scarier than having re-animated corpses follow you around, trying to kill you and eat your brains? Well, there are a few, but Zombies are the first things that come to mind. Now, it's time to put my fears aside and start fighting. My friend Misty and I are two immune. We were lucky enough, but our families weren't. Misty is 33, and I'm twenty-three. We've known each other for years, and we've been good friends, even if there is a ten-year-age-difference. Misty used to babysit me when I was little. We've grown up together. Misty has saved my life. A lot recently.

I actually know a lot about guns, even though I've never fired one. I know how to tell them apart, I know how to fire them, reload, and all that jazz. My friend Misty has a couple of pistols and two shotguns, with enough ammo to kill. I may sound like I'm self absorbed, about Misty and I, but believe me when I say that I'm not. I'm just like any other person, scared for their life, in the middle of the zombie apocalypse.

Trust me on this one, one of the scariest things about killing zombies, is the first kill. Especially when they are still partially human. My name is Jennifer Joy Evans, J.J for short. This is my story.

"You ready?"

I looked around, holding the shotgun close. I turned to Misty. "Hold on a sec, let me tie my hair back."

She nodded and I took a hair tie off of my wrist and tied my long dark brown hair into a ponytail and I looked back at Misty. About one day before we had left, she had hacked off most of her long blonde hair. Now its chin length and you can actually see her chocolaty brown eyes. My eyes, on the other hand, are green, with a blue tint to them. Okay, back to the story.

Misty and I ran from the building we were in to the closest car. I peered inside of the windows, trying to see if there were any keys in it. I smiled in delight. "Mist, come here. I found some keys in the ignition and the windows are rolled down too!" I whispered. Misty walked over and started examining the car. "Alright. Get in and start her up. I'll keep watch." She said, turning around. I got inside the car and I turned the key. To my delight, it started. Misty got in the other side and rolled the window down. "You drive, I'll shoot."

For the next hour or two there were gunshots. Shows how many zombies there are here. I kept driving, and Misty took a nap. She was up last night keeping watch, so it's her turn to sleep. The car was starting to run low on gas and we had to stop soon. I pulled over close to a carnival. I groaned. "Man, stupid carnivals." I grumbled. "Don't worry about it so much. I mean, I'm usually the tight-ass here." Misty said.

The thing is, I've had some really bad experiences involving carnivals. There were actually some bad experiences with clowns, believe it or not, along with some of the carnies. So, I choose to avoid them at ALL costs.

We got out of the car and started walking. I heard a zombie and saw one running toward us. I shot at it and it twitched, then died. We started running, shooting at zombies who came running at us. I felt something slimy wrap around my waist and was being dragged backwards. Misty started running towards me. I struggled and tried to shoot at whatever was constricting me. I stopped moving and was being attacked by the smoker and the other common infected. I started to feel dizzy, feelings stings of pain, and I soon passed out.

~3rd person POV~

"Hey, we got a Safe Room right ahead!" Someone yelled. They ran over to the door to find it locked. He started pounding on the door. "Hey someone help! We're not infected! I repeat! We're NOT infected!" He said in his accent. "Ellis, what happened? Did you lock the door to the safe room again?" A man in a white suit asked. Ellis turned around and stuck his tongue out at him. "Nick, I would do no such thing!" He said, acting appalled. Nick gritted his teeth and raised his fist. "Why you…!"

"Excuse me, do you know how to use a med pack correctly?

Nick and Ellis stopped fighting and Rochelle ran up to them. Ellis looked towards the door and saw a woman through the eye slot. "Hey, could you let us in please? We-We're trying to run from the zombies." Rochelle said. The woman disappeared from view. The safe room door opened and they ran inside. Right when they were about to close it, there was someone yelling at Nick. "…and I'll smear my damn blood all over that fancy suit of yours!" Coach ran into the room and Rochelle slammed the door shut.

"Thanks for waiting." Coach said, trying to catch his breath. "EXCUSE ME!" The girl said. The others quieted down and looked at the woman. "Now that I have your attention, maybe you can help me with something." She moved out of the way and there is a girl, lying in the corner, propped up against some boxes. She is bleeding badly, on her arms, legs, and there is blood on her face, and her dark hair is tied back. Her jeans are ripped and her breathing is ragged.

"Shit! What happened to her?" Coach asked. "We…were running toward this area, when a smoker constricted her. I saved her, but just barely on time. I tried my best to take care of her wounds, but…I didn't do that good. I can't patch up other people as good as I can myself. Do you guys think you could help us?" The woman asked. "Sure. I mean, it's only fair, since you let us in here. Let me take care of her." Rochelle said, stepping toward the girl in the corner and smiling reassuringly at the other woman.

"What are your names?" Coach asked. "My friends call me Coach." Nick snorted. "I'm Ellis, and that over there is Rochelle, and grumpy here is Nick." Ellis said, walking toward Rochelle after smiling at the woman. The woman smiled. "My name's Misty. That girl, she's about ten years younger than me, age twenty three. Her name's J.J." The woman said. At the mention of her name, J.J's eyes opened slowly. They opened wide when she saw the other survivors. "M-Mist…who are these people?"

~J.J's POV~

"J.J, this is Coach, Nick, Ellis and Rochelle. They're survivors, just like we are. Rochelle is going to help you, okay?" Misty said, kneeling down by me. "O-Okay…" I said, unsure. Rochelle brought forth a med pack and smiled politely at me. "Try to stay still okay? I don't want to mess this up." She said. I nodded. I noticed Ellis sitting close to Rochelle, watching curiously. After being healed, I felt better, but extremely tired. "Um, are we going to just rest here for a little bit?" I asked, eyeing the sleeping bags in the corner. Misty nodded and I rushed over to the corner to grab one. "Um, are you guys going to let us go with you?" She asked Coach. "Yeah sure. Okay guys, rest up." Coach said, smiling kindly at everyone.

I unrolled the sleeping bag and slid into it. I took out my ponytail. I felt exhausted and I slowly, ever so slowly, fell asleep.

~3rd person's POV~

Misty kept an eye on J.J, and she sighed as she sat against the wall. "You not sleepy?" Nick asked, as he sat by Misty. She smiled and looked down, then rested her head on the wall. "No. Not one bit. I'm still reeling from earlier." She said, looking at Nick. "Earlier?" He asked. "When…when J.J was nearly killed by those Zombies. I made a promise to her parents, before we had to kill them. I promised them that I would protect J.J with my life. It's been hard on her." Misty said, gently closing her eyes. "Wow." Nick said, at a loss for words. "J.J is the only family I have left, even if we're not related by blood, she has been, and will always be my sister. I don't know what I would do if I were to lose her."

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