First L4D story, no flames please! It starts in the Left 4 Dead 1 time period, and then will move on to the Left 4 Dead 2 time period.
Things were a mess. Her thoughts were a mess. Old one was gone. Clan was gone. All that was left was the noise of crying, insignificant pup and her own broken alpha presence. She let out a pained growl and hefted herself up onto her unsteady gonna fall legs, staggering over to the other bloody member of her clan. Knees shaking gonna fall she dug out the child, frowning as she was hit by owwww loud crying and the sight of a badly injured toddler. The pup stared at her, both knowing it wouldn't survive much longer, and to be kind she grabbed and twisted, grimacing at the loud crack and the child's body going limp. Standing again not gonna fall, she limped out of the almost collapsed building and didn't look back. It was a move that cost her, as she heard a loud screech owwww too loud and was abruptly pinned to the ground by something heavy and alive, judging by the way it was growling in her ear. She let out a surprised yell as her head was smashed into the ground ouch, and then everything went black.
When she woke from being knocked out, the first thing she noticed was a lot of noise. Growling. Snarling. ...Clan? She tried to look around, but all she could see was darkness. Another painfully loud screech sounded and she froze. Not clan. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness at last and she could finally see what captured her. Hooded ones... The girl growled, baring sharp fangs at the tall hooded infected crouching in front of her. When it didn't back off, her growling turned to hissing and she lashed out with her sharp nails. That time the infected did move, but her victory was short lived as it slammed a clawed hand against her chest. She let out a gasp, winded, and glared murderously. Alpha! Pushing against the strong arm, the girl lashed out again, startling the other alpha and giving herself enough room to launch forward. They circled each other, looking more like wild animals than humanoids. It was the infected hood-wearer that snapped first, pouncing towards her with a screech and outstretched claws. She fell back with a grunt, tailbone cracking painfully against the concrete floor. Kill. The girl kicked her assailant off and lunged for its throat. The hooded zombie made the mistake of also lunging, and she felt its flesh rip as her nails passed through it. The creature fell over, dead before it hit the floor.
Panting slightly, the female sat down and glared at the other hooded creatures. She grimaced as she lifted her bad blood-covered hand, wiping it on the dead rival's jumper. The other infected didn't come near her for several moments, until a brave stupid one, smaller than most of its brethren, crawled forward with bandages and a med kit held in its right hand. The supplies were placed in front of her and the infected backed off.
Looking around and seeing none of the smart others come forward, she grabbed the bandages and kit. The large amount of beings slowly dispersed, leaving her to wrap her stinging wounds by herself. Accepted?
Movement from in front of her caused her to growl deep in her throat. The answer was a soft whimper and the same small, submissive infected dropped a lump of freshly killed meat at her feet. ...Alpha? She settled down, noting that her spot was where the old alpha had probably slept.