Authors note! This story is from the mind of A.D.D-Is-F.U.N.
Amanda, Davin, Jared, and Nathan are of my creation, while the other survivors and the idea of L4D is entirely of Valve & Co and belong to them as such. Please read the second chapter of my "Hell In California" Series and review for me please? It'd be great to get feedback on my writings and be able to improve the future chapters. And just for my story's sake I'll say the events of L4D and L4D2 happened both roughly in the same week. And that the survivors of L4d were in LA instead of in the original setting as in the game.
Part 2
My eyes shuddered open as the first glimpse of light hit mine and Amanda's face. I gave a yawn and looked around the rooftop and saw Nathan asleep on the table, and Jared doing a small workout routine. He was always doing this to keep limber during a run to the next safe room, which was smart but I'm just not a morning person. "Jared, pick up something from the corner we're gonna make our way down the building. So pick something you like and get ready." I said with a hoarse voice and rose without waking Amanda, she'd need her sleep before we could go on. I knew the road ahead of us to wherever we were headed would be a dangerous one.
I watched as Jared walked over to the corner, his eyes scanned the pile of defensive equipment and stopped on a pair of guns that looked like they belonged together. He picked both up and examined them both, if we had been able to see the true colors of the gun they would have been black with details of red which resembled our old high school. But since the guns were caked in blood they just had a rusted crimson hue showing that the previous owner had a close encounter of the worst kind.
I jumped a bit when I heard Nathan rise from the table and hitting the metal side with his heel causing a loud "THUNK!". I proceeded to tell him to grab something to protect himself for the way down, he walked over and picked up a rusted crowbar, and a desert eagle that was hiding beneath the pile of weapons. "Well don't you feel protected huh?" I said with a small chuckle and Nathan just flashed a smile and I could see the happy 'sparkle' in his eyes. "I guess it's my turn ain't it?" I asked as I walked over to the pile for my choice of weapon, the katana that I was holding for Amanda thudded against my back as I walked. My eyes scanned the pile as I squatted to get a better look at the stockpile for our journey. I rested my gaze upon something out of shape from the other pistols, as pulled it from the pile causing all the others to scramble on the floor making the pile more into a puddle of guns and weapons.
"Niiicee..." Was all I could congregate from my vocal chords as I pulled a nicely coated black Uzi with a "Kiss My Ass" sticker in white on the left side of the gun. The sticker only increased my want for the gun as I placed the gun into my cargo shorts pocket. "Well I guess we'll be okay for now right?" I asked to the two teenagers that stood in front of me, studying their own weapons and getting adjusted to the weight of the death bringing weaponry. But they both nodded slightly at my question which made me laugh at how in tune they were getting with their weapons.
"Ey Davin, Amanda's up." Jared spoke out when he saw the only girl of our group stir from her sleep and proceed to give a great yawn. "Hey sleepy head, I got something for ya." I said aloud as I walked over to my still sitting girlfriend who shot me a look as if saying 'How could you get me something in this mess?'. "It's something you'll love." I said and brought the white wood encased katana, and Amanda let out a squeal the nearly bust my eardrums if I wasn't used to it from times past. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" was all she could say as she took the sword and unsheathed it. She couldn't stop smiling as she examined the metal as I had the night before. "We're gonna make our way down and somewhere else in a bit love." I said and her smile quickly faded and a serious look came upon her face and nodded her head.
Jared and I walked up to the metal table and pushed it away from the door. "I'll take point, Amanda behind me, Jared and Nathan watch the rear okay?" I said as I pushed the door open that lead to the stairwell.
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The climb down the building was relatively easy since little to no infected were in the building, maybe something happed far away that drew them from our area. We entered the lobby of the business building was empty save for some strange blob like person standing at the far end at the exit. I sighed in relief to see a human walking around, but from his direction, I can say for all of us, that we heard gargling and very guttural sounds. "Guns at the ready guys, I'll intercept." I said and pulled my gun from my pocket, this sticker on its side gave me a smile. I slowly walked in a crouched position so just in case my friends can shoot over me. As I approached him I could see that he was unaware of my presence and I began to inch closer and closer.
As I got closer to the man, I could smell him. He smelled of death, rotten eggs, and an army of skunks yet to have sprayed their contents. "Hello?" Was all I could say because the scent made me gag. My voice seemed to have gotten his attention and his frontal appearance made me gasp. He had large pulsing sacks on his arms, belly and even one on his face. "what the fu-" was all I could get out when I heard a disgusting noise come from his mouth and I was suddenly blinded with a foul smelling, and warm substance. I could hear a roar from the common infected echo in the city that was once known as Los Angeles. In that sudden blinding I released a few bullets from my Uzi into the last known direction of the man that puked on me. I was startled to hear a loud explosion that made me fall on my ass.
I couldn't see anything, yet I could hear my girlfriend yell something about a hoard, and next thing I know is that bullets are flying in my direction. I tried to crawl back in the direction of my friends but I soon felt the pounding of the hoard beating into my back. I felt bodies falling next to me and another warm coat drop onto my back making me almost want to throw up. As quick as the pounding on my back came, it left yet the pain resided. I wiped the substance that coated me in the first place from my eyes. I could finally see, yet that smell the was left on my was horrid. "Are you alright?" was said at the same time from my own group.
"Yeah. I'm as fine as could be in this situation. But can someone tell me what the hell happened right there?" I responded but none of them had an answer and I just motioned for us to continue. My mind was still in shock to register what the hell had happened, but I had time for that later, right now I have to get us somewhere safe.
The walk down the emptied streets of Los Angeles was rather awkward with the scent that lingered on my body. I tried to get as much of the barf off of my body since gooey chunks stuck on my body like bugs to fly paper. I shook my head and let my hair whip around and shot the remaining goo off of my head. "That's just gross." was whispered by someone that was behind me. "Well next time you take point with one of those fat-asses okay?" I snapped backwards not caring who I snapped at, at the moment since I was a little pissed at being beaten down by infected.
We came to a building after a few minutes of walking that had a safe house sign painted on it with an arrow pointed down the alley way that resided next to the building. I jumped at the thought of maybe a change of clothes and some food before we proceeded on. I saw Amanda stare at the safe house sign with intrigue but seemed to shrug off whatever she was thinking. "You know something? There isn't that many infected running around right now." I heard Jared say as we walked in a tight group down the hallway. "Davin. something doesn't feel too right." Amanda said with a whisper, but she couldn't have been too far off because I heard the cocking of guns above our heads on the rooftops followed by "Drop your guns youngsters." The voice sounded crusty and exasperated from many years of life, next was a voice that sounded as though he hated the world. "Yeah! If you know what's good for ya." I looked up yet didn't see the people who were holding us up. yet as we walked forward we came to a square opening that had bodies of infected lying around and blood all over the walls.
"We said drop the guns!" this time a fairly young female voice emanated from somewhere around us. I got a bit angry since I couldn't see where these people were. "Show yourselves and we'll talk!" I snapped back and heard a small discussion and a prominent voice saying "I hate talking." which was quickly followed by "You hate everything idiot." which made me laugh. "Alright soldier, withdraw your weapons and we'll talk." So I motioned for my group to put their guns away, well just Nathan and Jared since Amanda only held her Katana.
I heard footsteps in front of us and a group of four people come from the shadows, which confused me because I could swear I heard them above us. Unless some of that guys puke was inside my ears, I quickly shuddered at the thought. I focused my eyes on the group and in front of my group stood a man of color, his eyes looked tired, his tie was hung low on his neck and his white button up was unbuttoned at the top and blood-soaked on his left side. To his left stood a women, her long brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, her pink jacket was splotched in blood and her face was somewhat bruised, possibly from an infected attacker. Next to her a large and strong looking biker type man stood in a defensive stance with his shotgun hanging out of his right hand, his muscular arms were laced with tattoos and his leather jacket was clean which was odd considering his partners appearances. Finally at the end of the group was an elderly man who looked as though he had served in some war in his youth for the beret on his head and the badges upon it gave it away.
For a bit the silence was agonizing, but both our groups were looking each other over as if either of us found something wrong with the other that there would be a gun fight. But the anticipated gun flinging did not occur when the older man broke the silence. "The names Bill, this is Francis, Zoey, and Louis. Now who in the hell are you?"
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Authors break.
Mwahahahaha well I guess I'll leave you here for now and I'll say sorry about not updating, just school is hectic and my schedule doesn't give me any breathing room. So once again , please R&R my story. And from my review I will get the steam to continue my story. All criticism is accepted but please avoid from flaming me on my first FanFic