Not so A/N: This is a story written by a good friend. Now, go easy with any flames that you may submit, this is his very FIRST fic. Read, Review, Enjoy.

Disclaimer: THIS IS MY STORY, THERE ARE MANY LIKE IT BY THIS ONE IS MINE! WITHOUT ME MY STORY IS NOTHING, WITH OUT MY STORY I AM NOTHING! *but I don't own Left 4 Dead*

Chapter 1

Think of hell and how unimaginably horrible it is. Now, think of every other representation of hell you've ever seen and add that to your own. That doesn't even come close to describing what life is like now. It has been called by some religious extremists as Judgment Day but I don't believe that BS. In my opinion someone just fucked up and destroyed the whole bloody planet. Now unless the reader of this is an idiot they already know what happened but just in case you were sleeping or something and missed it, I'll tell you. Zombies rose and basically exterminated mankind. No one seems to know just how it happened but most everyone agrees with me. Someone fucked up in containing a measly class 1 outbreak and it spread until nothing could stop it. I was lucky and was prepared but most people weren't and were quickly devoured. The only reason I'm still alive is because I gathered around me three other badass partners and we're smart and careful.

At least we were until we got "infected" with the one thing that has killed off so many groups and that we had tried to avoid. It was the hope of rescue. We had just assumed that civilization and government had all collapsed and that we were all we had left. But then we heard about an evac that was taking place near us and we dared to hope it was salvation. I can't believe that we were as stupid as that. We had everything going for us, food water, an invisible fortress and so much more. We didn't need this so called "salvation" but I guess the rest of the group was tried of the solitude and must have longed of human contact so much that it overrode their common since. So, the next day we packed up everything we needed and headed out to the evac point.

Now when I say the evac point was close I mean as the crow flies. That way it was only 35 miles. But over land it was more like 50 and through rugged terrain and a rather large town. That didn't deter us however and we set off at first light. Things actually went according to plan for the first day and we were able to avoid combat for the most part. What zombies we did have to kill we did silently and efficiently. By the end of the day we had covered roughly 5 miles and had found a safe place to stay the night. Eathen and I took the first watch while Steve and Kate drifted off to sleep. The spot we had chosen as our refuge was a small, two story house in the middle of a nice open field so we had superb fields of fire. After a brief firefight with our single silenced weapon we had cleared the house and set up camp on the second floor. Now my job was to destroy the single staircase in the house while Eathen kept watch out the windows. We had found an old kerosene lantern inside the house as well as a usable axe and sledgehammer. It was hard work because whoever had made these stairs hadn't wanted them to be destroyed but after about 2 hours of work I had destroyed a fair portion of the bottom end which would be sufficient unless we got a large horde in which case we would already be making excuses and heading for the exit.

Anywise, about midnight Steve came and relived me so I could sleep. It felt like I had just laid my head down to go to sleep when Kate was shaking me awake. I sat up groggily and look to my right to see Steven waking up Eathen. I was about to ask what was up when I heard the telltale sound of an approaching horde. "Sorry," said Kate, "One must have snuck past us and apparently the burglar alarm was still working even though someone," she turned and looked at Steve, "said that he had deactivated it."

"Hey, sorry I though it was but apparently it had one of those special programs…"

"Whatever, now we just need to go. We turned it off again, but the horde is on its way and we need to move." With that Kate turned and headed for the escape route.

"Smooth move there, buddy." I said as a grabbed my gun and followed Kate. Our escape route clear fortunately of and we were able to sneak away before the full horde had closed in on the house. The few early birds were easily displaced with melee weapons before they could raise the alarm. The rest of the night we spent on the move, only stopping for brief rest stops. About 5 o'clock in the morning we came to our first major obstacle, freeway I-75. Now common sense would dictate that we should avoid freeways but we had a lot of ground to cover and a short evac window so we really had no choose. Fortunately this stretch of freeway was relatively free of cars so we didn't really have to worry about lurkers, zombies that had reanimated inside of cars. But we were still on high alert and were very wary after what had happened last night. We had been hiking for about 2 hours when we decided to look for a working car.

Most of them were rusting pieces of junk but some were still usable and after a short argument we agreed on two cars. One was a jeep with an open back, so we could shoot out of it, and a ¾ full gas tank. The second one was a SUV that had obviously been owned by a redneck in a former life because it hade a small dozer blade on the front and in the back were 2 Uzis, a combat shotgun and a chainsaw. The real treasure however, was a fully stocked first aid kit with painkillers. After bandaging a couple of minor injuries we each got into out vehicles, me and Eathen in the jeep with our heavy weapons (an AK-47 and the Uzis) and Steve and Kate in the redneck SUV with all our gear. The vehicles stood us in good stead for a while but soon we were forced to drive along the median as the amount of cars started to increase. We traded of drivers every hour and it was while I was switching from the drivers seat to gunner position when life got interesting.

Eathen was walking around to the driver's side when he strayed too close to a wrecked car and a rotting hand reached out and grabbed his shirt. He screamed and jerked away from the car but that rolled him into another car which had more zombies in it. "Fuck!" I yelled, "Move so I can get a shot!"

"I'm trying, just help!" he cried. Just then one of the zombie's heads exploded and Kate appeared with the newly acquired combat shotgun.

"Come on you sons of bitches, get me!" she yelled while she blew another ones head off. The remaining two zombies turned and let go of Eathen who rolled out of the way and brought his pistol to bear on the last two, nailing them both between the eyes.

"Thank you, sorry I'll be more careful." said Eathen to Kate after the firefight.

"Don't mention it, just do what you said and be more careful." She replied. Just then they heard Steve cry,

"Hey guys, over here, I found another survivor!"

"What?" we all looked at each other and then ran towards him. When we got there Steve was holding a ruffled, dirty man by his collar.

"I just found him trying to steal some of our supplies." Explained Steve and shook the man for emphases. "What should we do with him?"

"I wasn't stealing nothing!" cried the man, panic showing in his eyes.

"I don't know, maybe we should feed him to some lurkers," suggested Eathen, "They're hungry enough."

"I've got an idea," exclaimed Steve, "we should let him join the group."

"What?" cried Kate, "After he tried to steal our stuff?"

"Sure, why not? Besides he won't be with us for long, just until we get to the evac point and everyone deserves to get evaced."

"Fine, but the moment he causes any trouble we're dumping him where ever we are." replied Kate in a huff.

"Excellent, now what's your name fella?" asked Steve

"George," he replied.

"Well George, welcome to the crew." Said Steve enthusiastically.