The last survivor

A Left 4 Dead FanFiction

A.N. I'm strangely inspired to write this story write now so, what the hell I'll just have at it.

OMG How the hell could I have forgotten to put my authors notes at the end of the first chapter 8o we may never know…

Credit goes to Dane Cook for the Narnia joke.

Writing several stories at once can be quiet a hassle but all well I'll live.

Disclaimer: If you think I own Left 4 Dead, check yourself into the nearest hospital, and have them test for brain activity, or any other signs of intelligence.

15 days after first infection

I was sitting in the basement living room of my house in candle light reading an old spider man comic book that my dad had kept hidden in his room. Well he probably wouldn't need it anymore.

I was reading only due to the fact that all electric forms of entertainment were out of power, with no one working at any of the power plants around town, all electricity eventually died out and everything was plunged back into the dark ages. No TV, no computer, no nothing. There wasn't a drop of hot water left either, that was just torture. With the gas line out, I couldn't bathe without partially freezing myself in the process, and I couldn't use the stove to cook either. Yes believe it or not, I'm a teenage dude that can cook. I know, I'm a rare breed.

I glanced at my wrist watch, it read 12:34 AM. I figured I should get upstairs and go to bed. This was my least favorite part of the day, going to sleep. There would always be that thought in the back of my mind that one of them would break in while I was completely unaware and vulnerable. That would be all she wrote.

Even though this house was somewhat secure, I never felt fully safe.

I closed the comic and left it on the arm of the sofa, then grabbing the red candle for illumination, I headed upstairs to my room. Staying downstairs during the day made me feel safer, most of the basement house was underground and not that exposed to the street.

I proceeded up the pink carpeted stairs and into the kitchen of the primary house, although it was very difficult to see with the faint light I was holding I was still able to maneuver myself through the room. My footsteps making silent thuds on the brown tiling as I walked around the circular kitchen table, then down the hall taking a single glance out the front room window. It was pitch black outside.

I closed the door to my bedroom and locked it then rested the candle on the dresser next to me. Sitting on my blue bed I glanced around the room, the paint on the walls was a dark shade of blue which was my favorite color. There was a poster on the wall of the joker from the movie The Dark Knight. I was never that big of a fan, but my aunt thought I was apparently so she got me that poster. My stereo sat on the desk in the far corner of my room, where a lot of papers of unfinished school assignments were left. Just seeing them reminded me of how much was left behind by this apocalypse.

The sad thing was that this virus had been around for just over two weeks, and already everything was wiped out. I missed my friends, Domenic, Jarret, Isabella, but what I missed more than anything, was my family, all of them…gone.

I stood up then walked over to the mirror. Staring at myself thinking, why couldn't I have saved them?

I blew out the fire flickering on the candle in front of me, and removed my shirt and jeans, then dressed only in my black boxers I slipped under the covers of my bed and slowly sank into sleep.

Little did I know, outside in the darkness, a infected person was cringing and thrashing around in the backyard of the house across the street. It was clutching it's arm and crying out in pain, when all of the sudden it's arm let out a sickening crack and began to swell up. The bones and muscles in it's right arm were growing uncontrollably. It's arm eventually swelled up so large the right strap of the blue jean overalls it was wearing snapped off, leaving the strap to dangle aimlessly at it's waist. The infected cried out one last time before it dropped to the ground and didn't move.

I awoke from my dreamless sleep to a dull grey light coming through the cracks of the wooden planks on my windows. At first I thought it might still be night but that's when I remembered, after the first week of the epidemic the virus somehow managed to plague the sky, staining it with a lifeless grey.

I shrugged then rolled out of bed and back onto my feet. I picked out an outfit to wear then stepped into the bathroom. It was dark in here also but I could see my way around. The brown paint hung on the walls above pink tiling, not the best color combination in my opinion but there wasn't a whole lot I could do about it now.

Dropping the little clothes I had on me, I turned the shower water on. It was freezing as usual. I forced my body under the stream of ice water and immediately felt a massive electric like jolt rush through my veins. My whole body shook in furious tremors trying to adjust to the cold. I let the water pour over my head and run down my body trying ever so hard not to step back from the spray. I grabbed a bar of soap and ran it over me, trying to ignore my screaming muscles that were at this point begging for relief from the cold. I had showered under these terms once before, but this was definitely not something I could get used to. I wanted to rush in and out of the shower, but if I did that I wouldn't get fully clean. So ignoring my body's plight I took my time running the shampoo through my dark brown hair and rinsing off all the soap.

It took a solid forty five minutes to fully clean myself. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I was still shaking as I brought a brown towel up to my face and held it there trying to take in it's slight warmth. I slowly brought the towel down and stared at myself in the mirror, I could easily see that my slightly tanned and unblemished skin was still noticeably shivering. I tried to ignore it as I dried myself off and dressed myself in another pair of black boxers, a black and red shirt with grey long sleeves and an illustration of a skull with angel wings on it, blue jeans, some fresh white socks, black sneakers, and my green and black wrist watch.

Stepping out into the kitchen I rested my elbows on the white island counter. It was so quiet in the house, so eerily quiet. Something didn't feel right, but I couldn't figure out what it was.

My stomach growled breaking me away from my thoughts. I rolled my eyes and turned to the non-working fridge. It was past noon so technically I should have lunch instead of breakfast. That was always my excuse, sleeping in really late just so that I could skip breakfast and go straight to lunch.

PB&J Sandwich with Cheetos, and a can of root beer, my classic lunch. I knew that eventually the classic packaged food wouldn't last forever so I tried to get rid of it first before I started attacking the canned food.

I set my meal down onto the table and ate while thinking over what I should do today. Not that there was much I could do, I wasn't about to leave this house and start wandering around into the world of death, and other then that there was nothing that could be done.

That's when I heard a noise outside, it sounded like something fell on the other side of the street. I tried to ignore it, this wouldn't have been the first time an infected person tripped over themselves and smashed their face on the pavement.

But then it happened again, the exact same noise, except it was closer then before. I took a sip from my soda can and stood up, my curiosity had gotten the best of me.

I approached the front room window and looked through one of the spaces in between the wooden planks, allowing me to see outside. The street looked as empty as it usually was, not even a single zombie was wandering around. The moment I was about to step away from the window I heard the noise again.

I whirled around and looked through the space again, my eyes widened the moment I did. What I was looking at certainly wasn't a common infected, it was something else…something special.

Half of that zombie's body was swelled up to over twice the size of it's other half. It's skin wasn't pale but more like a yellowish pus color. It seemed to have difficulty walking around, because of the sheer weight of it's huge half, it kept falling down.

"What the hell's that?" I whispered to myself still staring through the space in the window.

Finally the creature managed to steady itself on both hideously deformed legs, and stood to it's full height. And although I was looking at it from a distance, I could tell because of it's arm growth it had to be a full foot taller than me.

It began to turn around in a full circle scanning the area, it stopped when it looked at my house. I did nothing but stand there with my eyes locked on the creature as it gazed at the building in front of it.

I felt like an idiot, I knew he could probably see me, or at least sense that someone was there. And yet I didn't move, I just stood there staring through the space in the window like I was looking at freaking Narnia.

Then completely out of nowhere the creature let out a ferocious cry unlike any I had heard before then rushed at the window with such unbelievable speed, I had little to no time to even process what he was doing before he charged into the window and broke through it.

I fell to the floor as bits of wood and shards of glass flew through the air and landed all around me. As quick as I possibly could, I got to my feet and took off down the hall. I needed a weapon, now.

This thing meant business, it immediately follwed me down the hall swinging it's large arm at me attempting to grab me. Knocking over everything that it possibly could in the process.

I reached my parents room and slammed the door shut, locking it. A loud thud confirmed that this thing was banging on the door from the other side, and from the amount of weight he was throwing against this flimsy wooden door, I could tell it wasn't gonna last long.

I bolted to my parents closet and jerked the door open blindly searching for my dads firearms. My hands finally met a large black zip up bag that my dad kept his shotgun in. I wriggled it away from the closet and onto the floor. But the moment I did this the monsters large arm busted through the door, I was running out of time.

Trying hard to keep my hands steady, I unzipped the shotgun bag and pulled out the Defender twelve gauge. I Quickly loaded a shell into the slot on the side and pumped it as the monster broke the door down and ran into the room. It turned to face me as I stood up and held the shotgun up to it's head at point blank range. I pulled the trigger.

The muzzle of the shotgun exploded with a flash of light and the monsters head split apart sending blood flying all throughout the room. It's body fell to the floor motionless and headless.

I stood there trying to catch my breath, what the hell was this thing? My fear and confusion were battling with each other in my head, trying to make understand what the hell just happened. This monster had to be some kind of mutated form of the virus. Duh, otherwise it probably wouldn't have that big-ass kickin' arm, and it also probably wouldn't have been able to move so fast and crash through the barricaded window.

The window…

This thing broke the window open!

Dropping the shotgun to the floor I ran to the front room and gazed at the gaping hole in the wall. I was completely exposed, any infected could just walk in whenever they wanted to. And there wasn't enough furniture in the house to block up this window again. I frantically searched my mind trying to think of what to do. There was nothing I could block the window with, and probably any infected within a mile could've heard that crash. It was ridiculously loud.

"Dammit," I muttered knowing I would eventually have to do the one thing I promised my dad I wouldn't…I'd have to leave the house.

I kicked the black leather sofa next to me with all my might and swore loudly. What was that thing? And how the hell did it do that? I'd never seen anything so fast and strong before. There was so much about this infection that I didn't know about. But what I did know is that this wasn't some sort of twisted rabies outbreak, it was something more…much more.

I stepped away from the window and sat down in one of the only chairs still left standing in the kitchen. The thought of leaving my house disturbed me. My home…my life…I was about to lose it all. Not that most of it hadn't been lost already, but now I would have to leave behind the only thing that was still a part of my life. I glanced around trying to take in my surroundings, I didn't want to leave. But I knew that if that thing was able to break through the heavily barricaded front room window, then he could break through the others as well. Even though he was dead I knew that there would probably be more of his kind, all just waiting to find a fresh piece of meat to feed on.

I stood up and walked down the hall to my room, it wasn't safe here and if I hurried I could probably pack enough supplies and weapons to last me a while and get out of here before any infected found me. I reached my room and immediately found my old high school back pack. Flipping it upside down I let all the books and various papers fall out of it, it wasn't exactly like I would need it anymore so…what the hell.

Once it was empty I laid it down on the floor then searched for something else to carry supplies in. While my backpack was sturdy, it was also small and wouldn't be able to hold a lot. So I quickly searched my room for anything that might be able to hold my equipment. I eventually came across my old white karate duffle bag, it wasn't that large but it would be big enough to hold a decent amount of supplies. I wasn't planning on taking a lot with me, just enough to get me by for a while.

I left my room and raided the fridge, I took the last three cans of soda I had, a few packs of Cheetos and a loaf of bread, peanut butter then the jelly each jar only about being half full, the only two bottles of water that were in the fridge, and several other small foods that hadn't gone bad. I then turned my attention to the cuboards, the bottom shelve was packed with twenty two cans of various foods, that alone would last me for a while, there were a lot of other boxes of various foods that I really wanted to take with me but with there being no gas to cook them it would be pretty usless. Obviously I could make a fire as some type of makeshift stove but the light from it would probably attract some unwanted attention.

I scooped up all the food that I could take with me and stuffed the cans into the bottom of the main slot in my backpack, then all the softer packaged food went on top of the cans. I put the soda cans and bottles of water in the front slot then zipped the main slot up, I then began searching for other equipment that I might need on my little journey ahead. I picked up a pack of twenty eight double A batteries and slid them into the secondary slot in my backpack, and a two flashlights one being a clip on light and the other was one I would have to hold out in front of me, then grabbing a few other things I thought I might need, well…not necessarily need, but just a few things I would like to have with me. Including my Axe deoderant body spary, my push up grips, hand sanitizer, my phone but not for calling it had all my favorite music on it so why not?

This all just barely was able to fit into my backpack making it buldge out backward, I could tell just by looking at it that it was gonna be a pain in the ass to carry. I continued packing other things that consisted of two short sleeved shirts and one long sleeve, three pairs of jeans, my favorite white hoodie, and a black leather jacket. I placed the clothing in my duffle bag then headed to the bathroom.

I opened the closet in the bathroom and my first intention was on the medical supplies. I took a small roll of medical tape, a bottle of antiseptic, and a box of gauze pads there was only four in there but it would have to do for now. I thoroughly searched the closet for about another fifteen minutes looking for any other bandages or medical supplies that I could use. There were none.

I sighed in defeat and picked up some bathing articles including a pack of seven bars of soap, my bottle of Axe shampoo, two towels, my toothbrush and toothpaste. I didn't even know if there was running water anywhere else in the city, but if I had it, then maybe somebody else had it too.

All of the personal hygiene and medical supplies were in my duffle bag leaving me to search the house for just one more catergory of equipment. Weapons.

I stepped out of my room and looked down towards my parents room. The body of that mutated infected person was still lying there, I half expected it to spring to life and continue it's pursuit on me. But to my relief it stayed the way it should be, dead. I stepped over it and walked over to the shotgun I dropped to the floor. I opened the case and removed all of the shells from inside it, then one at a time I loaded eight shells into the shotgun and pumped it. There were originally sixteen shells that were in the case but now there were only seven spare ones, eight were loaded into the shotgun, and the last one was still probably in that things body a few feet behind me. I slung the shotgun around my back and picked up the shells and cleaning kit for it, then turned back to the closet.

After rifling around in there for several moments I finally found the attache case that held my dads nine millimeter beretta pistol. I opened it then removed the handgun, it's icy carbon steel felt weird around my fingers but I knew that this death bringer would probably save my life later on. I removed the two magazines from the case and slid one up into the pistol, cocked it then lefty the room.

I dropped the ammo into one of the pockets on my duffle bag, but kept the guns with me, they weren't leaving my side any time soon. Now I needed some melee weapons, guns would be extremely helpful against a horde, but they would also be loud, and draw many more of them to me. I picked up my trusty flip knife knowing that it alone wouldn't be nearly enough. It was just barely three inches and more of a surprise attack type of weapon considering it would have to be rammed into the head of an attacker for it to effectively take them down.

I left my room with the flip knife in my pocket and I left to the living room, the most spacious room in the house. It had a hard wooden floor with a large grey rug in the center of it. Two couches were in the room both facing the center where a glass coffee table sat, one was a full couch while the other was more of a loveseat, a fireplace was at the far end of the room with many family pictures on the shelf above it. I paused and stared at them for the longest time. They were from many years back, while me and my older sisters were still in elementary school. Staring at these pictures caused a twisted feeling of sorrow to build up in my chest. I gently brought my hand up and slowly stroked the picture of my whole family together. Being the youngest, and the only boy was a little rough on me, and countless times I had wished for another family. But now looking back, I would give anything just to tell them how much they really meaned to me. But it was to late, I would never see any of them again. It's funny how you truly don't know how much you care for someone until there gone.

Blinking back the tears in my eyes I tried to remember what I came here for…oh right, my melee weapon.

I looked around the fire place and just as I suspected the second fire poker was there. It was black and shorter then the golden one my dad had weilded against his daughters to save me. This thought made me flash back to that moment, when dad killed Haley and Tawnee, he tried not to show it for the sake of keeping me and mom alive, but right after he killed them, I could see that a large part of him died inside.

I shook my head trying to forget what had happened that day even though I knew it would stay with me forever. The look in Haleys eyes when she tackled me…that pale eyed lifless stare…it was horrible.

There were no words for me to say, no thoughts for me to think, just an action that needed to be done. So walking back to my room I gathered together all of my supplies. The backpack up and onto my shoulders over the shotgun, while the duffle bag was held by my left hand. Wow this was really it, I was saying goodbye to life that I had forever.

The sun would go down in about four hours despite it only being about one o' clock, it was October when all this happened so the days went dark a lot quicker. Perfect timing right, when it was about to get freezing cold and snow would soon start to fall. Right around the time when we needed the warmth that the gas system could've provided most.

I decided against staying one more night, afraid that if I did I might just not leave the next day. Standing at the gaping hole that infected thing created earlier today, I was merely inches away from the mercy of this new world. Taking the step down onto the ground took a couple seconds of preparing my subconscious, but it happened and there was no turning back now.

It was time to become the survivor my dad wanted me to be. It was time to prove that I could be the last survivor.

A.N. YESSS! I finished it.

I was so powerfully inspired to write this by all the positive feedback on this that I could barely look away from Microsoft word document for the last few days.

But hey if you think that's weird listen to this, in order to kind of get a feel for what my character was going through, I took a shower this morning without turning the hot water on. Let me just say that I will not be doing that again any time soon. But it at least gave me a feel for what it would be like and made it that much easier to put it into words.

I also walked around the house at night with all the lights off with nothing but a candle for illumination.

I really get into character here.

Yes also I know that the thing that broke through my window was a Charger, but my character doesn't know that yet, he will soon though don't worry.

Next chapter we'll get into some niiiiiice action. W00T

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