Well, here we are guys! I've been anticipating writing a Left 4 Dead story since I began playing the game (the 2nd, never got to play the first). So, here is the prologue. Keep in mind that the prologue is very short and you can expect the actual chapters to be a little longer.
On with the story!
"Ow, dammit, Ellis, get off my tail, would you?" Nick hissed. The younger man quickly recoiled his foot, which had accidentally stomped on Nicks heel.
"Ah, sorry, Nick."
The two trudged through an old storage facility, intending on finding their other two companions.
Damn Charger anyways... Nick scowled. They had been right outside the saferoom door, so close to shutting out the screams of the impending Special Infected, but they were just seconds too late. Nick was pounded by the Charger, carried at least thirty feet before being slammed into a building. His cry of pain was cut short, though, when the Charger started smashing him into the ground.
Back at the safehouse, Rochelle and Coach were already inside. Ellis whirled around to see the creature trying to crush the life out of the conman. In a second of odd heroism, seeing as it was normally the others saving him, Ellis rushed back out into the open. He shouted back for the other two to run ahead, that they would catch up, before slamming the locked door shut behind him.
Once the Charger had been dispatched with Ellis' handy axe, he hauled Nick to his feet.
"Are the other two gone?"
"Yeah. Told them to go ahead."
"Good," Nick sighed. He wouldn't admit it, but he was beginning to hate these people less and less. Almost what you could say was friendship.
Almost.
So, the two set out to find a way around the safehouse and barricade, to the next section of the town. From the looks of the glimpses they caught through the fencing, it was a storage facility of some sort.
Climbing up onto the roof of a nearby building proved to be their only way. When they reached the top, they both froze.
"Shit..." Ellis whispered.
There was one solitary train track, with boxcars sitting idle on it, amongst at least a hundred storage warehouses, each looking exactly the same as the next. There was no indication of where the other two survivors were, but countless Infected roamed the narrow streets of the storage yard. A tall chain-link fence surrounded the area.
"Think there's a safehouse on the other side of all this?" Ellis asked. As it was slowly getting darker and the impressively large facility they looked at, they couldn't see where it ended.
"There better be," Nick replied quietly. He didn't miss the flash of fear that swept across the Southerners face, if only for a brief moment. Nick turned to Ellis. "Hey, it'll be fine."
Ellis nodded wordlessly, before they finally gathered the will to jump down, into the maze of buildings and Infected.
ThisIsALineSoDealWithIt
After fighting off a small horde, Ellis and Nick began maneuvering through the buildings and streets. They knew the train tracks ran through the yard at the half-way point, and they were yet to pass them.
As they trekked on, they did not realize that they were being followed.
Their pursuer watched with deep eyes. The hoodie pulled up over his head kept the sun from hitting his delicate skin. Crawling along on all fours, he stalked the humans from afar. They were too concerned with thoughts of escape and finding their friends to notice him.
When the two humans turned down a different path, the creature quickly darted out of sight. It realized where they were going and knew a shortcut to get there first. Falling onto all fours, the beast took off running. With advanced hearing, it kept track of every movement the humans made. The soft padding of the creatures running echoed through the buildings, but the humans were not close enough to hear.
Keeping the typical rogue sounds down, the creature stalked the humans.
ThisIsAnotherLine
Meanwhile, Nick and Ellis were unaware of their follower.
"Nick, this way," Ellis called. "I think there's something in this one."
As they knew they were going to be fighting hordes, they searched many of the warehouses they passed. They came up with pills and ammunition, which they gladly took.
"Anything useful?" Nick replied, following his comrade in.
"No..." Ellis said quietly. Nick caught sight of what he saw.
The entire back wall of the warehouse was covered in bloody splatters and streaks. They were clearly caused by melee weaponry, which neither Rochelle nor Coach were likely to be using. The bodies of several Infected lay along the wall, destroyed beyond comprehension.
"Damn... what do you think did all this?" Ellis wondered.
"I don't know, but let's not stick around to figure it out," Nick said. Ellis nodded his agreement and followed the conman out of the warehouse. They continued on their path which- hopefully- was leading them the right way.
TheLastLineISwear
The humans turned down the path that the creature most anticipated that they would. He darted away, watching them with eyes that seemed to glow in the shadows that encased him. His lip curled in a snarl. He was outnumbered, but not for long.
If he could get back to the others, they would stand a chance. As the humans continued to talk and mill around, searching for an exit, the creature watched them. His long, sharp claws dug into the soft pads of his hands as he clenched his fists. The humans were headed in the wrong direction now. He would have to race ahead of them to get to the destination first.
Leaving dust and the soft padded sounds of his tread behind, the creature darted forward.
Welp. There it is. Please review and tell me what you think, I am here to please the readers. If you think there is something to change, or I am not portraying a character well (this is my first L4D story), please tell me! If you like it, go ahead and tell me that too! Any reviews give me a huge drive to keep a story going.