A/N: I was planning to take a while to update this but I decided to post it now, so I'm sorry if the chapter is crappy.

Thanks to:

nadzuke eno mono

Moonlightpheonix-xX

dj73910

One Hell Of A Ninja

Hanstrantdgw

Yanelle

BritishWaffleSyrup

Friendly Neighbourhood Stalker

Allison Phillips belongs to Moonlightpheonix-xX

Catherine Mason belongs to One Hell Of A Ninja

DJ belongs to dj73910

Disclaimer: I do not own the Left 4 Dead series or the 'Do you like my sword' song.

Claim: This plot and my Ocs belong to me!

Enjoy!

Chapter One-Ew! Sick People!

One Week After Infection

-Philip Residence-

It's been a week since Allison left the Medical Centre to take care of her husband. But during that time, Tom had managed to lock himself in a separate room and warned her not to come in.

"Tom, please let me. You're sick, I can help you." She begged, concern in her voice with a tinge of fear.

"No Allison ~cough~ I don't want you to catch this disease. It isn't just some cough, it's changing things."

Allison blinked in confusion but before she could ask any further, she heard thumping sounds from her front door. Sighing, she placed the freshly made coffee and teak cakes besides the door Tom was hiding behind and headed downstairs.

She opened the door but recoiled back when she was almost hit in the face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to open the door so fast!"

Stood in front of Allison was a small girl, probably only around twelve-years of age. She had long red hair, most likely the young girl's favourite attribute, and green eyes. Dressed in a white long sleeved shirt with a black dress over it, the girl was adorable-in Allison's opinion.

Allison instantly knew who this girl was and wondered why a girl like her was doing at her house.

"Catherine Mason? What are you doing here?" She asked, looking worried at how unresponsive the child looked.

"They're gone…" she mumbled, her eyes looking down.

"Who are gone?" Allison asked but before Catherine gave her a response, she noticed something odd about the streets.

The people hanging around were standing around as if they had nothing better to do. Some were actually throwing up on the streets but the other people didn't seem to care.

The odd things about them was the glazed look over their eyes, their pupils not white.

"What is going on…?"Allison mumbled but Catherine seemed to look at them with a wary look.

Suddenly one of them, a man, passed gas right there and then.

It got more awkward when everybody suddenly shot their heads up and looked at the man, who also seemed to be looking for the source of sound. And then everyone ran right at him, screeching before suddenly tearing him apart.

Allison froze, her eyes wide with horror. Why would anybody attack a person who just farted?! It made absolutely no sense.

"See…they're not human anymore."

Allison looked at Catherine with curiosity before shaking her head. "Lets get you to the Medical Centre, I can see traces of blood on you."

Catherine looked nervous about that, practically shifting her eyes to where the man used to be before being killed. Luckily the other people seemed to have moved on, probably hearing another sound.

Allison quickly walked into the house and went upstairs. She changed into her work uniform-a short sleeved-white buttoned shirt and white trousers with slip on shoes.

She then saw a bat leaning against the wall near the window. Before Tom was confined to a wheelchair, he used to play baseball a lot. Remembering what happened before, she grabbed the bat.

It was for safety after all.

She then walked back out the room, noticing the tray of food was missing. She gently knocked on the door.

"Tom, I'm going to the Medic Centre, please don't let anyone else in."

"…."

She sighed again before walking downstairs, grabbing the front door keys and going outside. She shut the door, locking it before turning to Catherine.

Catherine seemed relieved that Allison had brought the bat.

"Okay Catherine, lets go the Medic Centre."

Outside the Gas Station-

Clyde growled, kicking his car for the seventh time. His once clean black shirt and trousers were covered in a weird green substance. He had a few cuts on his faces and in his left hand he clutched a Pump Shotgun.

It had all started a few days ago when he had went to see Patricia about a few things (like trying to get money off of her) but then she had started to act different and the next thing he knew was that she was trying to kill him, a blank look in her eyes.

Naturally he had grabbed his Pump Shotgun from his car, he never leaves his Pump Shotgun alone, and shot her.

From there he had discovered that everyone was like her. He felt sick with himself in a way because he actually enjoyed shooting people. For all he knew, this was just a breath side affect of the illness going around.

This was all Ceda's fault, he decided.

Anyway, as soon as a path was cleared he had dived into his girl and drove the heck out of there. He shook his head, not wanting to think of what happened after he left his ex-wife's home.

Looking over to the Gas Station, he groaned when he noticed that the people there also looked like his wife-sickly skin, blank eyes and low groaning noises.

Clyde needed therapy after this.

Unfortunately for him, the place was overrun with the sick people, so he decided to venture further into the small village of Spring Fountain Valley and hoped that there would be a working car he could use.

Venturing passed the sick people, shooting any of them that were stupid enough to come near him, he made his way through the empty streets. He passed a Medic Centre and a school, not really interested in them.

He was about to continue on when he heard a yell. Turning around, he saw a black man surrounded by the sick people in front of library. He debated leaving him, this man had nothing to do with him when the man saw him.

"Help! Please! I beg you!"

Clyde decided that leaving him would be a good option.

"I have food in the back!"

Right after he saved him and grabbed some food.

Turning to the sick people, a dark grin curled onto his face. "Go tell Hell rat bags!"

He shot them all down, the sickly people moaning in pain before collapsing, some of them missing their heads.

The dark skinned man sighed in relief before turning to Clyde with a thankful smile.

"Thank you for saving me, my name is Steven-"

"Yeah, don't care. Where's the food?"

Steven felt this eyes twitch. 'Oh no, I was saved by an asshole.'

"Right this way…sir?"

"My name is Clyde, don't forget it or else."

"Alright then…."

Spring Valley Main Street-

"Do you like my sword, sword, sword? My diamond sword, sword, you cannot afford, afford, afford my diamond sword, sword, sword!"

Walking down the street, with this headphones in his ears, DJ sang to his favourite song. Oblivious to the world around him.

He failed to see the crashed car that was on fire or the group of sick looking people feasting on what appeared to be a dead corpse.

He did, however, notice one of the sick people hobbling over to him. It was a woman, probably in mid-thirties with ratty black hair and blank eyes. Her once white shirt was covered in blood as was her blue skirt. Pieces of her flesh appeared to be missing.

'Rapist!' was the first thought that entered DJ's mind, who had turned his music player off after it ran out of batteries.

The woman gave of a shriek before diving for him, luckily he managed to roll out of the way in time.

"Geez, people are so weird these days." He muttered, dusting himself off.

He was not, however, prepared when the woman dived for him again. He tried pushing her off but she had a vice like grip. From being so close, he could smell something rotten about her and it appeared as if her skin was decaying.

Eventually he managed to ram his arm into her chest causing her to fall backwards. He smiled in relief before he heard a loud shrill sound go off.

He had pushed that woman into a car, with an alarm. Everyone who had been stalking around, suddenly snapped their heads towards the noise.

Have you ever had the feeling that everyone in the room as looking solely at you, well DJ now knows the feelings. Except he is not in a room, he's outside and it's not people staring at him, it's sick cannibalistic people staring at him.

And it is NOT good.

Entering Spring Fountain Valley-

Riley was not in a good mood. You could tell by the look on her face-an expression of contemplating murder.

You see, her college professors had told her that she should take more easier courses and that she was not going to get far in life. Also, she had lost contact with her brother and little sister. They just weren't answering the phone.

So to get away from her college professors and to see her siblings, she decided to head home early.

Of course as soon as she entered the village, she shivered. There was something off about the place and Riley did not like it.

Shifting gears on her motorbike, Riley drove further into the village when suddenly someone wondered into her path. She stopped her motorbike in time, sighing in relief before glaring at the person in front of her.

"Watch where you are going next time asshole! I could have crashed into you! I do not want to go to jail for running over an idiot."

Poor person, Riley was releasing all her anger on him.

After calming down, she took in the appearance of the person. It was a boy, probably around the same age as her with sickly pale skin and blank eyes. He was wearing a white shirt with a black vest over it and black trousers with shoes. His brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail but his fringe framed his face.

He looked at her before groaning and hissing at her. She blinked, noticing that his arms could not reach her because he was being held back by the front of the motorbike.

It was actually funny. it was like those times when a person holds a cookie to high for you to reach but you want that cookie.

Eventually the man snorted and turned to walk away which annoyed Riley. "Hey! Get back here and continue doing what you were doing before buddy!"

He glanced at her again but made no move to go near her. Without thinking, she reached into her bag and brought out a squeaky yellow toy ball and threw it at him.

It bounced off his head and both of them watched it roll away from him. The boy picked up the squeaky toy, sniffed it then chewed on it. It made more squeaky sounds, which seemed to make him happy.

He then turned to Riley, who was creeped out that he was playing with a dog toy, and smiled.

"I must be having a bad day," Riley mumbled.

But her thoughts were broken when a loud alarm went off. The man didn't seem to care about the noise, to busy fiddling with the squeaky toy but Riley watched gob smacked as people seemed to pop out of nowhere and rush towards the noise.

"HEY! GET AWAY FROM MY DIAMOND SWORD!"

Riley blinked, "Huh? That sounded like James's friend, DJ, I think. Well better ask him why everything's been so weird."

With that, Riley started her motorbike again and rove off towards the source of the sound came from.

Meanwhile, the brown-haired man watched her go before silent following after her. Still clutching the squeaky toy.

Hope you all liked the new chapter, sorry if it's short but I needed to get this bit out of the way. Next update will either be Wednesday or Thursday.

R&R

-Tailsdoll123