I got bored one day and made this l4d fanfiction. It's not much but if I get time I may write more. Give me some tips if/when you review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Left 4 Dead or any of the characters, but Greg.

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Greg Taylor's Uzi kicked and rattled as he shot a couple of bursts into some infected as they charged up the helipad ramp.

"Come on son you got to get into the chopper!" yelled Bill from the helicopter that is ready to get them away from this zombie hell on top of a hospital.

"I'm coming just…" but he was strangled by a tongue from a Smoker, then dragged towards the horde of infected people. Greg dropped his weapon and started scratching at the slimy thing around his neck. A shot rang out as the smokers head explodes as a bullet from Zoey's rifle hits it. Greg ripped the tongue off his neck and tried to get his breath back. As his vision cleared he saw that the helicopter started to take off.

"We got to wait for him," Francis said to the helicopter pilot.

"If we don't leave now we won't be able to leave at all," said the pilot.

As the doors started to shut Louis did the only thing that he could think to do. He through a parachute out of the door and yelled, "Good luck Greg!"

Greg ran as hard as he could, just to get there seconds after the helicopter left and was gone. Greg fell to his knees unable to deal with the fact that he just missed being saved by seconds because he was to slow. On the verge of falling apart the world snapped back into place then he realized he had to get off that roof. As the infected climbed onto what was left of the helipad. Greg rushed to the parachute, slipped it on and jumped from the edge of the roof.