Anyways, I like Left 4 Dead, and I enjoyed playing it and I can't wait for the second one. So I'm dedicating an entire series on the game with all four campaigns as a plot line. I always liked Francis, so I paired him with Zoey...Louis is pretty cool, Bill is great. This is a chapter not entirely based on the accuracy of the campaigns, though they have the same goal, I don't want to copywrite left and right and be a total jackass about it. So I developed my own theories and I rearanged some back stories and morphed some things together to keep the originality. Characters and games belong to Valve (I LOVE YOU GUYS)


:.:.:Chapter 1:.:.:

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Zoey was rolling on her bed within seconds of hearing the alarm clock responding with annoyance. "Ugh!" she yelled, and then she balled her fist into her blanket and pulled it up over her body in frustration uncovering her legs. "It's fucking cold in here...Laura!" She looked around the room and then diverted her attention to her open door...the kitchen light was still on and yet there was no response "Get the phone!" The phone kept ringing. Zoey turned to her alarm clock and pulled it until the cord ripped out of the socket. She threw is weakly towards the carpet where it rolled under her yesterdays clothing. She turned around and struggled with her blanket, kicking it upwards to set it properly over body and then wrapping her feet over the edges of the blanket to make a tight cocoon around her legs and body then suddenly the phone stopped. She bunched most of the blanket around her face. For hours it had been silent, when she awoke from what seemed like a half-awake dream she looked out her door again, it was the damn kitchen light. Zoey sat up, slowly and rubbed her eyes, too drowsy to be frustrated. She threw her blanket over her body and onto the floor. She put a hand on her hip and fixed her bangs while looking into her armoire mirror. She pulled down her tank top past her belly and walked out the door. "Laura..." She spoke; she looked around for her and forgot about the time. She cursed under her breath and ran to the microwave to look at the time. She smiled weakly to herself when she found out that she had already missed her exam and did bother to think about it any longer because she had a large box with old horror movies just dying (pun unintended) to be watched. She picked up a VHS tape and held it in her small hand, she yawned walking to the very small dorm living room and set it on top of the coffee table. She plopped herself onto the couch in a prim position before her back suddenly gave out and she began to slouch. She looked around the living room and grabbed her bath robe from the corner of the living room, and with one fell swoop she flung it around her body, almost like Dracula, hugged the fabric to her body but not around her feet and neck. She walked to the small kitchen and started the five-cup coffee maker (you could imagine it small and adorable) since she was the only one who drank coffee.

The smell of morning coffee made her convinced it was going to be a glorious day. She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around at once beginning to shiver. Her teeth clattered and she slowly walked towards the thermostat to turn up the heat when the phone ran again. She walked over to pick it up, when her expression suddenly turned grim like her hand was caught in the cookie jar. "Dad?"

"Good morning Zoey...*cough." He said weakly before going into a spasm of rough dry coughs.

"How's that cold?" She tried to avoid the reason why her father called.

"Never mind about me how was your exam this morning?" he asked sternly.

"I uh, I did fine..." She rubbed her neck,

"You didn't go did you?" His breath wavered before he spoke.

"What answer would best suit your expectations?" She scratched her nose and grabbed the coffee mug and poured it into the cup.

"You better have fucking done that exam this morning or I'm officially cutting you off!" He tried his best to seem threatening; he was at the end of his leash.

"Umm- Zoey was disrupted,

"ZOEEY!" Her father sounded hoarse, "That's it, I'm tired of your bullshit, decide here and now whether or not that you want to stay or drop out! ...Now!" He screamed into the phone causing her to pull the phone away from her ear. He went into a coughing fit, her eyebrows perked up when she heard him hacking into the sink. The phone cut off after sounding like it hit an object. She hung her phone up, worried that her father might be too sick to take care of himself. She bit her lip and grabbed for the phone again, she dialled his number and held her breath. After six rings she heard the phone being answered,

"Hello?" a small girl's voice answered,

"How's Dad?" Zoey asked, with a hint of panic in her voice.

"Hey Zoe!" The little girl excitedly responded,

"Hey Nance...How's Dad?" She listened carefully to the noises in the background,

"Dad is fine; he's just sitting at the table..." Nancy answered; she spoke close to the phone,

"Be honest babe." Zoey whispered into the phone, pouring a few teaspoons into her coffee cup.

"He's very mad at you." Nancy paused, "And very sick right now, when I was watching Ruby Gloom he was coming back from the mail office and he started to, you know, cough everywhere, it was gross, but it looked like he was vomiting yellowy greenish stuff into the sink." Nancy breathed into the phone.

"Can you put him on the phone Nance?" Zoey sipped her coffee and walked towards the couch.

"Yeah sure, but he keeps holding onto his neck...Daddy!" Zoey listened closely when she heard Nancy in the background beckoning for him. "Daddy?" Zoey sat onto the couch when she heard Nancy breathing into the phone again, "Can you call back later Zoe daddy doesn't want to talk to you, no offense."

"Well alright babe, tell dad I'm coming home for a visit. See you later, blow me a kiss." Zoey listened intently to hear Nancy smack a big kiss on her palm and blow loudly into the phone.

"See you later!" Nancy hung the phone quickly before Zoey had a time to laugh at the quirkiness and adorable attributes her younger sister possessed. She hung the phone and set it on the coffee table. Immediately she began to chew on her thumb nail, staring into space. Her eyes were working yet she could not see anything in front of her, her thoughts occupied her mind. A day ago she phoned her father after his trip to the lake; she managed to ask him how much fish he caught after their heated argument. She thought over and over, she had no interest in college, her hobby to horror movies was as addictive as video games, yet her major conflict, was her inability to try and give up. She had no motives in improving her future, and she felt down because she wasn't willing to live, instead, she lives in her own world, where she does nothing and do nothing for someone else...even if it made them happy. She mentally beat herself up over it, and knowing she would have to go another year, and another year adds up to more debts for her father, she began to feel discouraged. She knew her father wouldn't care about that opinion, but either way, it was her fault. She stood up from the couch, grabbing her coffee and walking towards the sink. She moved the drapes away from the window and she peered outside. The morning was gloomy, a pallid sky...and slowly moving bodies across the grass...Why are they walking like that? She asked in her mind, she frowned and watched closely and decided bluntly, must be the improv class again...Zoey watched the people for a moment, they doing it pretty well, you can really tell they're zombies...wow...She closed the drapes, poured her coffee in the sink and walked to the bathroom.

After the shower she draped herself in a large towel and walked out towards the living room. It was eleven 'o' clock and her roommate hadn't shown up yet to gloat about her marks. She walked back to her room, slipping on a black pair of jeans, a white muscle shirt and she zipped up a red sweater that had a tiny logo of her college name printed on the right above her bust. She blow dried her hair to an extent that left her ponytail wet so she could slick back her hair. She walked into the living room with a pair of black laced converse shoes and sat on the couch to tie them up. She rested her hands on her knees for a moment, thinking of what to bring. She thought back to the last time she went grocery shopping; she had bought a box of chocolate and had also barbequed a shwack (a lot) load of chicken wings that she decided not to eat the night before. She sat up and walked to the refrigerator with a black bag in hand. She grabbed the box of wings and the box of chocolates and stuffed them into the bag. She looked down towards the bottles of water and pop her roommate kept from her. She's not here...Zoey smiled and grabbed a few bottles of water, sticking them into the bag. She grabbed a bottle of coke cola for herself and zipped the bag. She set the bag onto the table and walked to her room to get her cell phone. She stuck it into her pocket, grabbed the bag and out the door she left leaving it unlocked.

She looked at the clock as she was walking down the hallway, her room keys clinging as she walked. It was an hour drive to Riverside; she slung the pack over her shoulder and walked towards the elevator. She noticed there wasn't a student in sight; maybe they're still in exams. She pushed the button and waited for the elevator, the number above the elevator lit up until it reached the top floor, she sighed in frustration and angrily pushed the next elevators button, but the elevator didn't budge. The light above it was working, yet she couldn't hear the wires pulling the box up. She cursed under her breath and walked around the corner to look for the stairs. When she opened the door she found a girl walking down the steps lazily.

"Oh thank god, I thought I was the only one left alive...can you tell me why it's a ghost town?" Zoey smiled, she happily headed down the stairs. She paused half way, noticing the woman hadn't turned around; she looked at her pallid arms and red fingers. "Are you alright?" She said louder than before. The woman stopped dead in her tracks and turned around. Zoey's entire face turned pale as she slowly walked back up the stairs, "You don't look so good..." She whispered, the woman who turned around wore an expression that was twisted into a snarl, her mouth had foam in the corners and it was spewing vomit mixed with blood. The bags under her eyes were black; slowly blending into the rest of her pallid skin that seemed ripped and scratched. Her pupils were a milky white, and when the orbs focused on Zoey, the woman became furious and aggressive. The woman screamed and her teeth were extremely discoloured, Zoey froze in fright, but when the woman made a move by stepping on one stair Zoey moved away towards the door. When Zoey looked behind her, the woman had engaged in a full sprint, arms flailing wildly and legs pumping even in heels, Zoey began to sprint as hard as she could. She ran towards her room gripping onto the door knob so she wouldn't slip, breathing hard and on the verge of screaming in panic, she opened the door and slammed it. She grabbed her chest, clenching onto her sweater so that she could take a few moments to get her heart to stop beating fast because it was hurting her. She could hear the woman on the other side and her heartbeat throbbing in her ears while feeling the pulse throughout her body. What the fuck was that? She panicked, still holding onto the door knob. She flipped the lock and suddenly she heard loud bangs on the door. Zoey pressed her body against the door when the loud thrashing broke through the door, the woman on the other side began grabbing at Zoey's neck. Zoey screamed, along with other alarming screeches further down the halls, she grabbed the woman's hands and pried them off her sweater. She scrambled to her bedroom, before she ran into the hallway, she looked back to see a group of other people trying to tear their way into the room.

Zoey shut her bedroom door behind her and ran to the corner of her room holding her legs together. She was breathing hard and holding onto herself...and she listened. The mob broke through the door partly and she could hear the steps running down the hallway towards her bedroom and Zoey's heart stopped and a moment pause in her life. Then suddenly the mod was tearing through her bedroom door. She screamed and covered her ears, with wide eyes she focused on the ravaging zombies as they tore their way in, thrashing their arms, yet the pain did not faze them. She looked around her room and looked at the metal bat in her closet. She used to play softball with her father, she quit because of her lack of interest, but the bat held sentimental value of the days she gave a shit. She crawled to the closet and grabbed the bat, gripping it, she stood up walking slowly towards the door, where the woman was sticking out her head screaming and spitting at her. Zoey took a step back, swung the bat around before hitting the woman, knocking off her head. Babe would be proud at the strength and flexibility, and skill of the swing. The body fell to the floor with a loud thump, and she looked up at the mod, she took a few more steps back as the mod tore its way through. With the pack of her back, bat in her hands, she swung it over and over until her muscles in her tiny arms burned and she could not carry the bat any longer. She opened her eyes to notice she knocked down most of the people, while a few were getting up. She did not wait to see what they would do, so she ran out her bedroom door, and jumped through the front door, leaving behind her dorm room. She tried the elevator once more and the doors opened. She ran into the empty box and immediately closed the doors before the people had seen her escape. She mentally took note that they had to tear through the rest of the front door to reach her since they were tumbling over each other.

She exhaled painfully as she rubbed her neck, there was a slight bruise. She held the bat to her side and she looked at the numbers at the top of the elevator, and as they counted down she slowly began to feel demoralized. She rubbed the sweat off her forehead, swallowed and took in deep five breaths. She began to shake uncontrollably, she thought back to all the horror movies she watched, and without a waver in her train of thought, immediately diagnosed the problem, as a zombie invasion. It was surreal, and if she made it out alive, it would still be surreal. The elevator reached the main floor and she gripped the bat harder, her knuckles becoming white and she gritted her teeth.

The doors opened, and with wide eyes, Zoey was scanning the room, jumpy to every noise. The only problem she noticed in her diagnosis was that the zombies could run at full speed, just to kill her. Luckily, no zombie was in sight and she made a mad dash for the side doors out towards the parking lot. She forcefully pushed the doors opened and it had alarmed a few zombies in the parking lot. She had seen them, but they reacted slowly before they could figure out she was a target, it stalled them enough so Zoey could reach for her car keys and she accidentally hit an SUV with her metal bat that started the car alarm. "Shit....Shit...SHIIIIT!!!" She ran towards her small red car, "FUUUUUCK!!!!" either way, making loud noises didn't matter, so she cursed as loud as she could. She opened the car door when a zombie jumped onto her hood and a woman zombie slammed into the passenger window nearly breaking it. The zombies were screaming as Zoey felt for the key ignition, she whipped her head around to see zombies beginning to pile on her car, and one had successfully broken her back window. She yelped in fear and started the car, pulling on the stick and setting it to reverse, she put full force on the pedal and the zombies slid off like butter. She stopped the car and shifted to drive and made a swerve out of the parking lot, fish tailing to loosen the zombie hanging onto her back window. She saw a brick wall surrounding the parking lot and scraped the side of her car on the wall, like scraping off gum off a shoe onto a corner the zombie flew off with a few limbs missing. "ASSHOLE!!!" She screamed before making another swerve out of the vicinity of the campus parking lot.

She drove out of the perimeters of the campus, letting a small amount of pressure off the pedal every five minutes. She also took another mental note, that before she looked in her rear view mirror as she was leaving, that zombies were following her in sprint.

When she got down to the highway, she was more than happy to speed again. It was already noon, and the sky began to form an ominous shroud of clouds above the campus and over Riverside. It began to rain, she could hear the droplets pelting the top of her car and drops forming on her windshield showering and washing her view of the road ahead of her. She turned on her wipers, apparently a zombie had ripped away the passenger wiper and the wiper in front of her had an obstructed path, so as it wiped it would screech and do a shabby job at wiping away the water. Zoey looked back and grabbed her pack she squished, and threw it in the backseat. I need to reach a phone...and fast. She was practicing breathing in and out, pacing herself and sorting out her thoughts when she saw a sign that read she was 55 miles away from Riverside. By the time she reached 40 miles the rain had stopped and she shut off her wiper. Zoey could feel her stomach growl in hunger and she reached back to find the pack and zipped it open. She didn't care for what she grabbed and she grabbed the chocolates and blindly put them in her mouth. 32 miles to go with a sign confirming her progress to Riverside, she was beginning to get nervous, and it was unbearable that she couldn't reach her father or her sister in time. She had another feeling, a raw feeling that she tried to deny, that it would be possible that there are zombies in Riverside, so she shuffled it far behind her mind, she needed to find a phone first. 10 miles to go and she felt butterflies in her stomach, not the nice but the kind of ones that want to make you throw up in fear want to dig a hole so she could hide in it and wait to die. She noticed there weren't much cars going down the lane she was driving in, but she noticed there was a small traffic jam ahead before the tunnel that was a few miles ahead. The sky was becoming darker and she felt an unmistakable feeling again, there were cars driving past in the opposite lane, all seemed to speed in panic and she averted her attention quickly. She saw an opportunity when there was bar, with a large neon sign saying it was open. She drove slowly into the small parking lot and removed her keys, she opened the car door nervously knowing she hadn't ever been in a bar before, she zipped up her jacket to her neck, stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets and nimbly walked past motorcycles to the front door. When she opened the door, a strong smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke washed over her like a tidal wave, she looked around through squinting watering eyes to a gang of bikers playing pool, women serving mugs and a few loners sitting at the stools in front of the bar, wallowing. She also noticed that there were a few arcade games being played by drunken men, and there was a corner where there was a woman, casually giving an attractive man a lap dance. Zoey also noticed, that she was standing at the door way for way too long and some of the bikers noticed her, she felt like a child and she looked away, hanging her head a bit low to mind her business, and she took a stool at the bar. She looked at the bar maid in front of her, she had long curly blonde hair with nude make-up, her frame was petite and she was very pretty. She wore a black spandex shirt and a pair of black tight jeans with a belt with a large decorative buckle. She had ivy tattoos on her arms and a tattoo of Marylyn Manroe on her hand with the words "FUCK YOU" printed on each of her digits. When she was turning away, there was a tattoo saying "John 3:16" on her neck, maybe this woman was a believer considering her life was not much.

"John 3:16?" Zoey tried to strike up a conversation,

"Yes, for God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." She turned away to pour another mug, and the customer passed her a bill. Zoey smiled in return and looked away, "Are you going to' ask for anything Hun?" The woman walked towards her, Zoey looked at her and the woman seemed to be studying her, "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"You can tell?" Zoey turned to look at herself, maybe it was her pale skin, or the bags under her eyes,

"Well not really, but you looked scared, maybe a drink?" The woman was filling a mug, and then she set the mug in front of Zoey.

"Um...I-I don't drink..." Zoey tried to deny it by pushing the mug away, "But I'll pay you anyway..."

"No need." The blonde smiled, "I'll just drink it myself." She grabbed the mug and held it to her lips and tipped the mug. When she put it down, the mug was half empty. "So what do you want?"

"Do you have anything non-alcoholic?" Zoey rubbed at her bruise again,

"We have some coke cola, pepsi, sprite, root beer...or some club soda." She leaned in,

"I'll have a club soda." Zoey reached into her pocket for money,

"Its on me, there's no price on kindness." The blonde smiled again, she passed her the can and Zoey took it with shaking hands,

"Is there a phone I can borrow?" Zoey looked up at the barmaid,

"Yeah, it's a payphone though, it's by the bathroom." The woman pointed, and then Zoey opened the can and took a long swig. She stood up from the stool and made her way to the phone. She turned a short corner and reached for the phone and passed a few coins into the machine. She was missing a few coins when a tall man walked out of the men's room. The man who walked out wore a white muscle shirt and a black leather vest. His arms were covered in tattoos, he wore black jeans covering his heavy boots, and he lumbered his way down the hall when Zoey stopped to turn to him, he had a strong jaw line and rugged look. He passed her an odd look,

"Do you have any change?" Zoey asked politely,

"Um...yeah," He rummaged in his vest pocket tilting his head upwards to feel for a few coins. He grabbed a handful of chump change and dropped it heavily into her small hands. She struggled trying to keep some of them from falling,

"I think that's more than enough, thank you." Zoey smiled weakly, obviously embarrassed,

"Don't mention it." He oddly responded in a happy tone to her flushed cheeks and walked past her. Zoey turned to the phone and inserted more change. She poured the change in her hand onto the phone so that maybe other people could use it. She dialled her father's number and she waited, there was no answer, instead the answering machine answered and she gave her message at the end of the beep. She dialled his number four more times before giving up and she became frantic. She turned around, with a new hopeful sense she walked back to the bar. She noticed the man who gave her the change earlier was sitting on her stool. She took a breath, she couldn't put her finger on to why she was nervous and she sat on the stool beside the man. The man looked at her for a while as Zoey reached for her can and held it tightly in both of her hands. She looked away trying not to meet his eyes and sipped her can. "Seriously?" The man laughed, the barmaid looked in their direction,

"What?" Zoey kept looking away while trying her best to sound offended,

"This is a bar, not some pansy ass diner!" He laughed into his mug, right then and there she wanted to punch him in the mouth...but he obviously looked indestructible.

"I don't drink alcohol." She became flushed again,

"Then why are you here?" He smiled, raising a hand and passing the barmaid a bill.

"She's here because she saw a ghost." The barmaid laughed,

"No, I came here because I'm running from zombies." Zoey looked away, embarrassed and offended simultaneously.

"Zombies!?" The man burst out laughing, everyone in the bar turned to them, even the barmaid giggled.

"You know, when you walked in here I thought you were crazy." The barmaid walked towards the man and poured him another drink.

"I'm not, seriously..." Zoey became furious,

"Okay sure then. Say if I believe you, what are we supposed to do?" The man was humouring her,

"Grab a weapon to defend yourself." She sipped her soda.

"Alright then." The man kept laughing, "I'm fine with that." He turned to Zoey, his body was too close to hers since he had girth and she was tiny. She felt uncomfortable and tried to scoot her body away. She couldn't take it, maybe she was crazy, but she couldn't have imagined seeing her entire campus as zombies, watching horror movies for long periods of time are finally doing damage. She rubbed her head; the man was still turned towards her. She felt like crying out of frustration, in this point and time in her life she's finally having a nervous breakdown, but she knew what she saw and she knew what they were going to do. Instead of crying she slammed her head on the table and covered her head. "Jeez you're a mess." The man commented and turned back to the barmaid.

When all was silent, the man kept looking over his shoulder to watch Zoey, she never lifted her head, she was trapped in her thoughts, trying to diagnose herself but it can prove to be difficult.

Then there were screams heard from outside the bar and Zoey jumped, with wide eyes and held onto the mans arm.

"What the hell are you doing?" The man tried to shake her off,

"They're here! Run!" Zoey pulled the man off his stool with incredible strength as the zombies began to tear through the door. The man looked back at the door as Zoey kept pulling him towards the hallway to the bathroom.

"No fucking way!" The man yelled and then a woman zombie pushed through and ran full speed towards the barmaid; the zombie jumped over the bar and grabbed her neck. The drunkards at the bar were horrified, frozen in fear as they watched the female zombie tear up the woman limb from limb. The man watched closely as he pushed his body against the wall, Zoey was finding a way out, she opened the men's door, and there was no window. She looked in the women's room, no window, no escape. The zombies broke through and they started attacking the biker gang, killing others as well. The biker gang fought back and most of the zombies were preoccupied with the gang. Zoey grabbed the man by the arm,

"Go into the bathroom!" She yelled pushing him into the men's room. The zombies noticed them and the man closed the door behind him, "Over here!" Zoey screamed trying to distract them, running into the women's room. She closed the door and the zombies were ripping the door open at a surprising speed. She ran from the door, and when two zombies got in, they ran towards her. She looked around for a moment and pushed open a stall and locked it. The zombies were banging on the metal door and not one of them thought to go underneath, instead she saw hands on the top of the stall...they were trying to climb over the stall. She reacted fast and went down, hard onto her belly and began to crawl under the stalls. She made her way to the door when she noticed through the torn hole in the women's door the man peeked from behind the men's door. He caught a glimpse of her and he went to the door. Zoey stood up and made a dash, the man reached his hand out for her and she grabbed it. She squeezed her body through the hole adorned with splinters and sharp broken pieces of wood jutting inwards while still holding onto his hand. He pulled her out, putting another hand around her back so he could pull her away from grabbing hands. "Over there!" Zoey pointed towards the doors, the gang were dukeing it out with the undead, giving Zoey, and the stranger beside her, a chance to escape. She ran through the door and the man ran in an opposite direction. "What are you doing?" She yelled, opening her car door. The man pulled a shotgun from the side of his motorcycle, and as one zombie was about to attack him he aimed the barrel to the zombies face. With a loud sound splitting shot, the lead was lodged into the zombies' head ripping through to the other side and splitting its head apart while knocking it clear off his shoulders. The body fell to the ground in a heaping bloody mess. The man turned to Zoey when the group of zombies inside, alarmed by the shot, came running outside. The man ran for Zoey and he climbed in the passenger seat cocking his shotgun. "You don't have to lock it, they can't open doors." Zoey breathed out starting the engine. She shifted the stick into reverse and then into drive, and made a quick getaway down the highway. After five minutes of silence, Zoey finally struck up a conversation, "Do you have a license for that thing?" keeping her eyes on the road.

"Fuck no, why would I need one?" He held the shotgun; he looked as if he was thinking about something when he put the shotgun in the backseat.

"It's illegal..." Zoey's voice became slightly inaudible.

"Well, nowadays, I'm pretty sure the police wouldn't give a shit since it's the zombie apocalypse." He turned to look at her.

"Oh so now you believe me." She bluntly stated,

"Well...yeah." He answered simply, the simplicity of the response made her angry.

"Well...what's your name?" Zoey brushed off her anger to curiosity.

"Francis."


There is more to come, seriously though, its only M for violence =.= And other stuff that is bound to happen in the future. R&R