Authors notes: This is my first Fanfiction. I'd like to know what you think. It's starting off with a rather slow beginnning, but it'll get stronger as I get used to this type of writing. I'm only going to have one or two of my most favorite parts of Left4Dead2 in this Fanfiction. It's not going to be EXACTLY the same, but some parts are going to go by what information there is. I hope you like it.

-FaithWynters

It was dark, almost too dark for the male sleeping soundly in his bed at a mere Five-Forty-Five in the morning, on a Saturday morning. Even though it was early, you could still tell by the heat of the room that it was going to be another hot one in Savannah. So hot, in fact, that the garage would be so unbelievably hot, that they would have to break out the trusty ol' box-fan.

The alarm started off, on its happy little tune of loud screeches before a fist came down over it. There wasn't a groan in defiance, there wasn't but a mere rub of the eyes before the boy was on his feet in a stretch. There was a groan accompanied by that though. Savannah was a town where anything could happen, and most found it reliable to wake up early just to get ahead of the pencil pushers in town. Besides, those hands weren't used for fixing up cars, and when they needed fixing, Ellis got his pay.

With one more reach to the ceiling, he was off for work. He was fast to wear the coveralls in such heat, knowing that today was the day of the month that he wore his most favorite shirt.

BullShifters was easily the most amazing truck club to ever exist on the face of the Earth. Keith and Dave had shirts too, along with a couple of his High School buddies that he hung out with from time to time, but he seemed to be the only one that could manage a fit in the shirt, and still have room to spare. It was the best damn five bucks he ever spent in his life too! The thought of making a club, just for Car n' Truck lovers was probably the best idea he had all summer of his Junior year in high-school. The name had to be given to Paul, Keith's brother. Who he was always BS'n around with.

There was another clang as the screen door shut behind him, the hat already atop his head. It was the one he had bought last time he was in New Orleans. He shook his head as he walked the mere hundred feet, to the shop that he lived next to. The doors weren't open yet, and it made him give a small grunt. Wasn't it Keith's job to open up this morning? He shook the thoughts; the man had probably been kicked out by his girlfriend, or lost his keys. Maybe it was actually important this time.

He walked quietly to the side door, reaching for his keys that were somewhere in his pocket. He disregarded the loud screech in the air as tires on the black-top. He sighed quietly, finally finding the keys that rest in the bottom of his overall's pocket.

There was a moment of silence, and he stopped, hearing the running of someone nearby. There was no way in hell that there was someone running at Six in the morning. There was a deep breath, and he was back to his work, fiddling with the garage key so he could get into his still-empty haven. The door swung free, and the cool burst of air that still rest inside slid from the room like a thick fog.

Now it was just like any other day. The cool of the room only lasted a few more seconds as he tugged on the chains, raising the four large garage doors. There was nothing on the street ahead, but a few bits of trash. He sighed, in the silence he could hear someone walking toward the shop. He assumed it was Keith, and with a roll of his eyes called out,

"Dang it Keith! You was s'pose ta open the door fer me! You better be glad I had my keys, or I'da socked you right in the jaw" He wouldn't of really, and Keith knew that. Maybe a playful punch in the arm, but then it would have turned into a game of Licks, and Ellis didn't like Licks very much.

Without very much of a word from his friend, he walked into the back room, flicking on the Television to watch the news until the first car arrived. He always got first car. Whether it was a piece of shit, or a beauty, he was forced to take on its challenges without the help of his still-drunken friends. They never stopped drinking, so in Ellis' mind, they were always drunk. That's where all his money came from. Winning stupid bets and getting all the work done alone.

"Get out of all major populated areas!" The female on the Television exclaimed. "There are signs of the same virus from Pennsylvania, here now in Savannah! The president had ordered everyone to remain calm, and find the nearest CEDA Evacuation point and let CEDA do the rest. "There was a quiet grunt as they let a small bit of footage go onto the air.

"This is Bob Smithson reporting from Savannah Georgia. The road-ways are blocked as people try to get out of the city. There are many evac points, and a list will be on the screen in only a few moments." Behind the male, there was a female, running from something chasing her. The camera man focused on that, as the male tackled her with a screech, and started scratching at her flesh. The news team was forced to cut from the live shot.

He gave a light grunt at what he had just seen as the many Evac points raised on the screen. It looked like the closest evacuation point was at a hotel only a few blocks over. It was tall, just like every other one of the buildings that Savannah had to offer, and you could see it if you looked out the shop window. He shook his head lightly, looking up when there was a low growl and a bang on the door.

"I'm comin' I'm comin'! Hold you Horses" He rolled his eyes as he pulled the television to a stop with a flick of his finger. Whatever it was, he could deal with the shots and tests later. Now it was all about getting money and Finding Keith.

He pulled the door open, and with a quiet grunt, there was no car in the shop. He took three short steps out as he looked around. There was a screech, and something tackled him from the side. The thing proceeded to try and straddle Ellis and rip his internal organs from his body. There was a yelp in surprise before a single shot cracked into the air, the infected falling dead atop him.

There was a moment of pause before the figure walked to him, kicking the infected off his friend before looking down to meet the eyes of the other Mechanic that hadn't shown up yet. He looked down at his friend, a small smile on my lips.

"I just saved yer ass" His brown hair, green eyes, making his body features stand out against the greens and blues of the shop.

"Keith" There was a gasp and then a loud laugh, a hand extending out to help the younger up with a nod. Ellis stood a smile on his lips as he drew toward the male, giving him a hug.

"Damn, I thought I 'as a goner!" There was a smile and the elder pulled Ellis into the back office. He flicked on the Television, a sigh escaping his lips. The colorful stripes were all that could be seen as Keith let go with a whirlwind of curses and a torrent of profanities, flicking off the T.V.

"Damn, Look El- I gotta go get my Ma. She's still over at the Nursin' home and I had a feelin' she's gonna want me there when she tells all them Nurses to fuck off." There was a quiet chuckle from Ellis who was now outside, examining the 'infected'.

"He jumped on me Keith" He spoke simply, turning him over on his stomach, eyes still hidden by a blue hoodie. There was a chuckle, and Keith shook his head. The male looked over to his friend, a sigh on his lips.

"It's a zombie 'pocalyse El! You better go, find the nearest Evac, and stay there till someone helps ya! I'll find yall when I get Ma, okay?" Ellis had kneeled once again, examining the body before he looked up, the smile on his lips. He pulled himself to his feet, giving the Brunette just one more hug before Keith was out the door, hunting rifle in hand, and ready to kill more zombies.

Ellis took a deep breath, looking around the shop. Ellis lived in city limits, and for some reason, had never invested in a weapon. He simply guessed it was god's grace that the Evacuation was on this side of Savannah and that He didn't come across anymore of them Hooded guys.

He had left the garage unlocked, guessing that he simply wouldn't be back for awhile, and if anyone wanted a few tools or a T.V. he could get more.

. . .

Three blocks was all he had to walk to make it to the Evacuation point.

"Thank the Lord Almighty" The words slipped through his lips as he pulled the side door open, starting toward the stairs. He had to make it before everyone had been evacuated, or he would be left in Savannah.

"There isn't Lord to thank right now, Kid" The words were gruff as a male, mid-thirties, walked through the door ahead of him. He wore a white suit, the blue undershirt contrasting with the blood splatter across his back. Ellis turned his vision and looked to an African male walking in behind him, staying silent for the few moments. He wore a T-Shirt that had the letters, 'FHS' on it. It was purple and yellow, and he assumed that it was one of the high schools around here. Some, Ellis had never even heard of before. The over-weight man walked past Ellis, and he eyed them both before following. Unlike him, each had a single Pistol, and each was panting, as if they had to run to get here before Evac. Ellis shook his head as he re-adjusted the hat atop his head. They all started up the stairs at the same time, and each had their respected silence.

Ellis took chance to eye them both, to make sure he saw a detail he might have missed. He shook his head, wanting to ask why the male wore such a suit, or what the hell FHS was. There was a loud sigh, and the panting grew louder as they continued on.

"Who the hell puts an evac station, up thirty flights of god-damn stairs?" The heavy-set male spoke from behind, Ellis already having pulled ahead of the other two. He was used to walking, stairs, and he doubted he had been put through such strenuous activity earlier. Ellis looked ahead, and saw the large black letters painted on the wall. They read, "Level 8" like a laugh in the face.

"Well Coach, Maybe the, maybe the helicopter, maybe it's, maybe it's made of chocolate." There were pants and laughs before the male in the white suit got hard glares. Ellis had to keep the chuckle under his lips as he assumed that Coach, if that was the name he wanted to be called as, was the one for sweets and other assorted sugars.

After about another Thirty minutes of walking up stairs, Ellis made it to the top, leaving the other two behind. There was a girl, standing on the roof, a hand on the top of her head. He took large steps forward, shaking his head, a sigh escaping his lips.

Ellis turned when he heard the pants of others, and the door was pushed open.

"Hey, where is everybody?" His southern Drawl making the female look at him a moment, before shaking her head and watching the helicopters fly off

"Hello? Anyone here?" Ellis continued to search the roof, as if it was all some sick joke and he was going to find the machine behind something on the building. There was a deep breath as the female watched quietly.

"This is not happening! This is NOT happening!" The voice was quiet, but weathered as she watched them. Her words echoed as they all seemed to gather to watch them, closer to the side of the building they grew.

"Aren't they supposed to be savin' our asses?" There was a sigh as the larger male continued to pant since he had just had more exercise than he had had in any amount of time.

"Looks like there's been a change of plans" The man in the white suit shook his head as he held his hands on his knees in a bent over fashion, still panting. For the first time, Ellis noticed the red hickey on the male's neck and he couldn't keep a sigh off his lips.

Now, all was silent, and everyone just let everything that had just happened, sink in. He shook his head, a light grit pushing through his teeth.

"Damnit!" He hissed the word quietly, knowing now he would never be able to meet with Keith, not now. Keith probably hadn't even gotten his ma into a chopper before they flew away.

Everyone turned, before the male in white started toward the door to the stairs.

"There's no way in HELL I'm going down those right now" The Coach spoke quietly, shaking his head as the door was pulled open. He looked back.

"Then don't" The only words that graced the elder man's lips as he started toward the stairs, already inside the building. He shook his head, and followed after the male.

"I'll be back yall" He spoke simply before pulling into the chamber behind the male. He shook his head."Wait there, what's yer name?" His words were simple, and he watched the male as he turned, laughing quietly.

"Yall's name is Nick" He spoke the words, imitating the Southern Drawl with a roll of his eyes. "Don't bother learning it, 'cause I'm not staying long" There was a quiet sigh as Ellis watched the male.

"Well, Nick- Would ya mind comin' back, just for long enough so ya can rest up before you fight more of them things?" He watched the male, who watched him, eyes hard as Ellis simply grinned back at the male. Nick rolled his eyes, starting toward Ellis now.

"Let's go, Overalls" He spoke with a hint of insult in his voice, but Ellis ignored it, turning, and walking back through the door. There was a smile of delight on Ellis' face now; knowing that he could convince someone to do something was always one of his best features. Now, it was getting them all to stay together that would be the problem.

Note: I might be a week getting up the next chapters, but they will be up! Don't forget about me