Savannah's Ruin
Chapter One

Summary: Abby Cooper was nothing amazing. She was just a simple nurse in a normal town. But when doctors began talking about a strange flu virus, things started acting crazy. She finds herself looking for help in the direction of a very hard stranger, where she meets three other survivors. What a life, right?


Click. Click. Click. All Abby could focus on was the munching of sunflower seeds from the stranger to her left. Right in her ear smacking, crunching and sucking noises were making it almost unbearable for her to concentrate. Although it was taking her mind off her sore feet or her aching back and even her burning eyes, it was making it harder to contemplate reasoning to the angry patient to have a seat.

"The doctor will call you in when he is ready," Abby said as calmly as she could. She was three clicks away from blowing up on the whole emergency room. Just five more minutes, Abby, she strictly told herself, and then you can get the fuck out of here.

"Miss, I don't think you understand!" The patient rudely snapped. With added effect she tilt her head and slammed her first on the counter. "My hand feels like it is on fire!" Abby felt bad but there was nothing she could do. The emergency room was full of people! She had never seen it this crowded in her entire two years of working, and though she was just a rookie at nursing, Jenny, who had worked here for twenty years, said the same thing.

Abby felt one patient string in her body snap, "Mrs. Caster, if you take a look around the emergency room is full to its limit and I understand that your hand is burning but you are going to have to wait your turn! There are many others who are in a lot more pain then you and are quietly waiting in their seats for their turn!"

Abby didn't wait for the reply. She simply turned around to file more papers. Mrs. Caster spat out a few insults against nurses and their stupidity before she scoffed and finally took her seat. Abby wondered how wives of rich men, especially like Mrs. Caster, felt as if they could flaunt their pointy noses and pearl necklaces to get what they wanted. What would make you better? Abby wondered. She was always against people who thought they were better than the other; in race, wealth, gender, even in culture. Sure anywhere else you could show off a couple dollars and get special treatment. But not when Abby was in the emergency room. This is America; we are treated equal, even in medical!

Click. Click. Click. Abby could feel the papers crumpling in her hand as it seemed the clicking got louder. There was just something unsanitary about eat sunflower seeds in a hospital during an outbreak like this. Sure hospitals are meant to be clean but there was just something in the air that didn't smell right. In the emergency room people had symptoms of a sever flu or had mysteriously been assaulted. First, doctors had suspected this to be another outbreak in the H1N1 virus, but soon scientists were shocked that it was a stronger more effective strain. Publicly it was known as the Green Flu and as soon as news anchors opened their mouths about it, all hell broke loose, and everybody thought they had it.

Abby struggled to look at the clock, afraid it would say only two minutes passed. But she was filled with joy when it was several minutes that had flown by. She sighed in relief and quickly bee-lined her way to the locker rooms. After she put her slightly cold leather jacket over her deep purple scrubs, she proceeded to the exit.

"Things are just getting started in here Abby!" Jenny smiled from her desk. Her Georgian accent sung and harmonized in Abby's ear; she always did love the southern accent. "Are you sure you want to leave just yet?"

Abby chuckled in response, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say this seems like a zombie apocalypses!" She waved goodbye to the elderly plump woman and made her way to her car. On the ride home, it didn't seem like any other early morning. Normally there were children waiting for their buses or people going to work. But today, Savannah, Georgia seemed empty.

Abby quickly shrugged it off her mind just thinking people were scared. She parked in her parking spot and instantly it seemed like sleep had been waiting for her at her door. Ten hour shifts always did make her tired beyond belief. There was just something exhausting about being in an empty hospital in the dead of night. Only rarely was there ever trauma in the ER, especially in quiet Savannah.

As soon as she walked into her apartment she nearly sprinted to her bed. Abby didn't even bother to take off her jacket or better yet her shoes. She was dead tired and in desperate need of sleep. It didn't even seem her brain caught the feeling of the pillow before it shut down. Abby was in a very deep sleep.

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BOOM! CRASH! Abby woke up in a startle, feverishly looking in every direction for the source of the sound. A groan escaped through her opened window and immediately 'car crash' went through her head. She leapt from her bed and headed towards her door. She mentally thanked her tired self for keeping on her jacket and shoes on. As she flew down the stairs a white Volvo was perfectly in her view, all broken and slammed head first into a telephone pole.

"Shit!" She silently hissed as she ran even faster to the car. The car was dented and broken in, scraps of metal laid everywhere in the street. Another groan seemed to pass from the bloody lips of the driver. Abby made a quick note that the driver was the only one in the car. They were so bloodied and torn it didn't even look like a human.

"Sir, are you alright?" Abby's soft voice was so calm and serious; it was unlike her fun joyful spirit. A gargle made it clean that the man was almost on the brink of death, Abby was surprised this man was still alive considering the horrible image in front of her. "Can you hear me?"

She reached for the seatbelt but noticed it was never put on. She cursed lightly and tugged on the mangled body. His head a gash the size of a small plate in his head making blood cover his face and body. What was worse was the chunk missing from his neck. His artery was profusely spilling blood. Almost in mid second she took off her jacket and pushed it to the wound. She reached in the pocket and dialed 911 as fast as her thumb would go. But all she got was a busy tone. What the hell? Abby quickly pressed end and dialed it again. Still the same busy tone.

"God damn it!" She spat and glared at the phone. She pressed harder on the buttons and cursed as the man was slowly fading away. No help was granted to Abby. The phone still had a busy signal. "What the fuck is happening?" Abby cursed. The man started to stir; it scared Abby but at least he was showing he was alive.

His eyes shot open and he looked at her. Oh thank God! "Sir, my name is Abby. I'm a nurse at Memorial Hospital. I am going to help you." He didn't blink before he leapt on her. She screamed; she was so surprised. It was so unreal what he was doing! His teeth were snarling at her and his screams and growls were animalistic. His eyes almost seemed to glow a piss yellow color. Abby almost didn't have enough strength to keep him away from her face.

Blood poured from his mouth onto her face and shirt. Abby's mind went into complete shut down. What the fuck is happening? She kept screaming in her mind over and over. She was asking herself for the answers but she couldn't come up with one. Then it hit her; the mysterious flu, that strange assaults. She was in a zombie apocalypses. "Shit."

BAM! The creature stopped moving and his head jutted out to the left. Blood splattered from his skull and he slumped to the side from impact. She couldn't scream. Abby couldn't comprehend what had just happened. She could barely comprehend what was going on. For the first time in years she started to shake. Being a trained nurse had taught her to be brave and calm in scary and overwhelming situations, but this was the scariest thing in her life.

"Are you alright?" It was a rough deep voice. But Abby couldn't look away from the spot where the man had just tried to bite her face off. "Excuse me? Are you alright?" It got harder, not rude or harsh, just sterner.

"I-…I don't know," She replied timidly. She finally looked to where the voice had made its presence. It was a very suave looking man. He looked in his mid-thirties with brunette hair, slicked back, and a very broad, sturdy built. What put her a little off was the white suit and jewelry. He looked too rich and powerful to be saving a poor nurse. He did look fairly equipped. He had a pistol strapped to his leg and a very long shotgun in his hands. He had a very stern look on his face, almost like he was waiting for something to happen.

"Are you bit?" He asked examining her body from the distance he had first saved her. "Isn't that how this works?"

Abby shook her head, "no I was just attacked." She could barely talk and her face was in complete shock. She was shaking so bad she could actually see it by just staring at her savior. The moment was awkward. Abby was too frightened to remember her manners and the man was too annoyed to say anymore. He was just looking for the right moment to leave her. "Thank you, by the way" Abby finally managed to squeak.

"Yeah, no problem" He said finally with swift ease; now was his chance. "Now if you don't mind I'd like to make it to safety."

Safety. It sounded like a sweet word that was long forgotten. The man turned to walk away but Abby quickly called out. "Wait!" The man stopped and she could see the sigh escape harshly from his body. He turned around and just stared at her. It made her uncomfortable. "Do you mind if I tag along?" He looked like he was about to protest, "I can help watch your back." Abby was sure to make her voice as calm and assertive as possible.

After a few moments, after contemplating if Abby should add more, I don't want to die, he agreed. "Fine but I'm only looking out for number one, ok?" Abby nodded and quickly got up. Her legs felt like Jell-o but she didn't want to show this man, her life saver, that she wasn't weak. He handed her his pistol from its holster roughly. But it was better than no weapon.

Abby frowned though and stared dumbfounded at the gun. Shit, why didn't I learn how to shoot a gun? The man pointed to a switch-like button, "That's the safety, but I doubt you're going to need it on for awhile." He shrugged and then said, "Nothing to it, you just point and shoot at the head?"

"At the head?" Abby stuttered.

"They seem to go down instantly."

"That sounds easy to do."

Abby continued to follow behind him, almost clinging to him. She was too scared to look anywhere else but his back. She wasn't doing a very good job for watching his back, well not technically. The gun in her hand felt heavy, like it was a burden. In the ER there had been plenty of deaths and injuries with this weapon, she hated them. She heard a shuffle and instinct told her to raise her gun. One of those creatures was running towards her. She panicked. BANG! The bullet went flying into the zombie's chest making a squish sound. "Aim a little higher." The man had said in front of her. She did, BANG, right in the eye.

Her ears hurt from the noise. And she was feeling all sorts of emotions; excited that she had gotten her first kill with out much of his help, terribly morose for killing a human, and amused that it wasn't that hard. "By the way, my name is Abby." She smiled at the man who now had a smirk playing on his lips.

"Nick." He nodded and turned around and continued to walk down the streets. She certainly didn't expect that to be his name. For some reason she expected a Todd or Jason. Nick seemed more of a cop name not a business man. "Were going to have to find some back roads," he said annoyed.

Abby looked down the street where he was looking. Fire, smoke, car crashes, dead bodies, zombies, everything horrible on earth was down that street. Fear flooded Abby's body. "What if there are survivors?" She nearly half yelled at Nick.

"Trust me, they are all dead!" He spoke harshly at Abby. "The whole town is gone, and there is nothing you are going to be able to do about it. You wanna fix it? Survive." He was getting angrier as each word tumbled out of his mouth.

Quickly, he regretted yelling at the girl. Her face was scrunched and ready to cry and her cheeks were getting red from embarrassment. He softened, "look, Abby," he paused afraid that he picked the wrong name, "even if you were the best doctor in the world, there is nothing you could have done. These people are zombies."

"Yeah" she whispered. She held her breath so it would stop her tears. He nodded and looked around spotting an alley way. He started walking and so did she, silently preying for humanity.

Please God, let the world be ok.


Author's Note: So this is my first story that is posted here! I am obsessed with l4d2 it isn't even funny. And though this story isn't a slash I can promise you it will be just as good! ;)

For some reason, lately I have been craving a good NickxOC or NickxRochelle story but there is barely any! So I thought I would create one myself. Please tell me what you think! I die to here what you say! Sometimes I can be like Ellis and describe unnecessary things. So please tell me what you think!

I plan to make this my best story everrrrr. I also, since I love this site, have decided to make the chapters extremely long. I know how it is to get into a really good story and it is short. So yeah!

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