Okay so Billy is still nowhere to be found but I'll check my closet again...anyway sorry this is short again I'm not really sure why. There's gonna be a little jumping around with the times but hopefully you'll catch on to that. So I own all my OC's and this story, no I don't own Left 4 Dead although I wish I did…cause then I would be rich. Umm…Enjoy the story and R&R please.
Chapter 2 Alive Cause the Cat has 9 Lives
"Lace? Lacy? Wake up…please wake up," a voice that sounded so familiar entered my thoughts. I tried to open my eyes but couldn't. I tried to wiggle my fingers or toes. Nothing. So I kept trying and the voice kept rambling nonsense.
My neck hurt. Wait…not only my neck, my head, and my arms. I felt tired, but I also felt like I had slept a long time. I tried to remember what happened to me. I tried to remember my name, where I was, and whose voice was talking to me.
Think….think! I was trying so hard. My name is Lacy Rooks. My parents names are Jim and Nacy Rooks. I have an older brother…Mathew. I'm 18 years old. I have black hair and hazel eyes with a hint of green. I'm a little over 5 feet tall. I'm in the safe house…with…with…
I opened my eyes, but just barely. It took too much energy. I could feel myself falling asleep. I couldn't fight it. Blackness…
Epic fail on length…