I am going to try and make this more detailed and longer than my other fanfics since I have more passion to finish this one than I do with the other's and so we start.

Oh yeah and I don't own any of the characters or Left 4 Dead 2. NO they belong to valve ;) And it contains quite a lot of swearing. Just sayin'.

"What a fucking day" the white suited conman muttered as he trudged around the half empty streets of Savannah "and where the fuck is everyone?" he asked himself glancing around. He shrugged. He didn't like company anyways. He reached into his pocket and snatched his cigartettes out. He took the only one he had left and shoved it between his thin lips, throwing the box to the floor hastily. He dug his hand back into his pocket searching about it for his lighter "goddanm it" he groaned realizing he no longer had his lighter with him. He looked around again searching for someone who might happen to have a lighter with them. His eyes came upon the back of a blonde haired woman, just accross the street from him.

"Hey, lady" he said as he walked accross the road to get closer to her. She didn't turn. She didn't even move.

"Uh...sweetheart?" he said reaching his hand out. Before he could even touch her she spun around, anger in her eyes as she stared at him. He stared back in confusion...what did he do now? He was pretty sure he didn't try to touch her ass or anything. Before he could continue speaking she grabbed his shoulders with her bloody hands. Nick laughed at first thinking she was just playing around until she tried to get her teeth into his neck...

Nick pushed her back with all his force and watched her as she slammed into the wall behind her. For a moment he thought she was dead until she growled and looked up at him angrier than before. "Look I'm not looking for trouble I just-" she grabbed him again. This time Nick knew something was wrong. He struggled out of her death grip and pushed her back again this time he looked around for something to arm himself with. His eyes scanned the area frantically. The small cafe they were outside of didn't seem to have anything. A few knocked over chairs and tables but that was about it. He needed to grab something before the girl started trying to eat him again. Without thinking he grabbed one of the white plastic chairs and launched it at her. It hit her and knocked her against the wall harder. Now was his chance to run. He gave the woman one last look before sprinting out of her sight.

'Fuck. Was she just trying to give me a hickey or eat me?' he thought as he continued running. When he finally thought it was safe he stopped. He shrugged his jacket off to see what she'd did to it. Two small bloody hand prints on both shoulders. Great. Out of all the liquids it could've been it had to be blood. He sighed and put his jacket back on. A shriek was heard from behind him causing him to jump. He glanced behind him just in time to see that damn woman. He was confused. Had she been following him all this time? "Look lady," he sighed as he turned to face her. She didn't hesitate. She jumped onto him making them both fall to the ground. Nick's head smacked hard against the ground as the woman struggled to get her teeth into him. His vision was becoming blurry and oh god no...

Not now...not here. He passed out.

"Sir" a voice spoke. Was it talking to him? He didn't care he felt comfortable. "Sir!" it spoke a little louder and now he could tell it was a lady

"What!" he asked his eyes opening slowly. The sun blazed down making him shade his eyes with his hand. It took him a while for his vision to clear up and for him to realize the woman who was standing at his side. Her brown eyes were scanning over him. She started at his feet and made her way to his face where she saw him staring at her

"are you okay?" She asked him. He stared at her for a while checking out what she looked like. She wore probably about the tightest denim jeans he'd ever seen, a bright pink shirt that had a black belt at around about the waist, two gold bangles with matching ear rings and brown leather boots.

"sir?" she asked again. He realized how long he'd been staring and quickly answered "Yeah I'm fine" he struggled to get back up. The woman realized his struggle and put her hand out to him. Nick grabbed her dark skinned hand and pulled himself up. "Thanks sweetie." He said giving her a little smile before dusting himself off

"No problem" the woman replied. Nick watched her as she picked up the bloody baseball bat that lay on the floor near a dead body. It was the woman who'd been following him. "You killed her?" he asked a bit surprised. She looked at him like he had lost it "are you not?" she asked throwing the bat over her shoulder

"do we need to?"

"unless you wanna die, yes" the woman chuckled. She held her hand out to him "My names Rochelle. But...you can call me Ro" Nick took her hand and shook it "I'm uh...my names..." could he trust her? Was she a cop or something? Should he tell her?

"N...ick" he said slowly letting go of her hand. They stood looking at eachother for a few seconds before there were two other voices

"Ro is he infected?" one of the voices asked. Nick cringed at the accent. He really hated southeners.

"No he's fine Ellis sweetie." She replied. Nick glanced over to the young man. There was no way he was letting that hick anywhere near him. His overalls and shirt were oily and his hands...ugh they looked as though they hadn't been washed for a year. Ellis looked back at Nick both of them gave eachother the same look. 'Dirty hick' he thought

"I like yer suit" The young man said looking Nick up and down like he was the most weirdest thing he ever laid his eyes on.

"Uh yeah..." Nick said rubbing the back of his head

"Nice hand marks." Rochelle said grabbing his attention. He wondered what she was talking about for a few minutes before he remembered the hand marks on his jacket

"It was from that girl" Nick said quickly. Rochelle looked at him curiously for a moment before speaking up again "where's Coach?" she asked looking over to Ellis

"Right here" A deep voice called out. Damn Nick was expecting to see another wimpy little hick with a high pitched voice. He got a much different Coach

The dark skinned man looked over at Nick with a friendly smile "Hey there. Y'all okay?" he asked

Nick nodded "nothing I can't handle." He muttered "well I should get going" he said wiping the sweat that was on his forehead away

"Don't you wanna stick with us?" Rochelle asked. Nick laughed "I roll by myself, babe."

"Er sir ya dont even have no weapons or nothin'." Ellis said smiling

"Yeah boy, out there your a walkin' dinner by yourself." Coach said a worried look on his face. Nick could tell he was the one with the heart of gold, Rochelle was the smart one and the hick...the annoying one. He hesitated before asking "what are they?"

"Boy haven't you heard. They're zombies." Rochelle replied glancing at him. Nick sighed. Either they were a bunch of immature adults who loved pretending to be zombie slayers, or they were right. Yeah he stuck with them being right.

"Fine...but as soon as I get the chance I'm outta this group."

He looked at the small woman who was standing beside him and actually thought she looked relived. He smirked to himself. This was going to be fun.

Eh I dont have anything to say know xD

Apart from I will only add chapters to this on mondays. Since I started it on a monday.