Here's the second part to the story.

Please note that this time, Melodian's part of the story takes place before Brenda Lightstar was attacked by the Tank and Brenda's part continues after the attack. Thanks.

Note: Italic-Dream

I still do not own Left 4 Dead or any of its characters and elements.

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Name: Melodian Freedom

A.K.A: Ghost M. Kitty

28 January 2031

Chapter 2: The story so far…

It has been awhile after I set off on my quest, although my path is still not quite clear. Finding a nice room in an office, I cleared it of the infected. I had practice and there were a lot of targets for me. That was a reason why I could decapitate ten infected in a second. I sat down to rest. Having travelled around for more than 48 hours, fatigue started to build up. Although I have amazingly strong powers which have made me undefeatable over the past few days, I recently found out that hunger and fatigue still affects me, just not as much as a regular human.

I sat down on the table, thinking about the past few days of my adventure. I have helped a few survivors, which mostly ran away in fear of attracting more infected. At most they just whispered a word of thanks before running off. Maybe my inhuman speed and power scared them. However, I have too failed in protecting some. They usually ran away from me and got attacked or there were just too many for me to take care of at once.

This place sounded quiet; no groaning or movement can be heard. To be safe, I locked the door and pushed a few tables against it. I didn't have to go out by that way anyway, the window would be fine. I rested my eyes for awhile and started to get bored. I found a few pens and pieces of paper lying around, took out a snack I found and started to scribble on the paper. I thought about what to write, and then I had an idea.

I wanted to help other survivors as a start. Now, while I'm resting, I might as well leave a few notes lying around.

"A guide to survival"

If you have picked up these papers, it means you are still a survival in this mad world. I intend to help you by giving you all that I know. I wish you good luck and best wishes for your journey ahead.

The Common Infected

As the title suggests, these infected are the most commonly seen. Usually, they are the ones you see standing around and swaying about. Common activities are lying on the ground, vomiting or attacking each other. There mindless infected are not much dangerous, unless you are surrounded by a horde of these. When a horde does appear, you are advised to stay in a corner and melee them off before shooting. Having a teammate to watch each other's backs will help tremendously. Overall, these common infected should not pose too much of a threat; a single shot from a pistol to the head is enough. Although some brain splattering with bigger guns may be satisfactory. Unlike the special infected, these common infected are affected by beeping sounds and flashing lights, even a gunshot may send them running towards the source.

*Ps- In case you don't know what the common infected looks like, they are normal people like you but have pale skin, white eyes, run at you like maniacs and usually have blood coming out of their mouths. But I suggest you to not stare at their faces; really unpleasant.

The Hunter

Hunters are annoying little creatures, they're fast, strong and can pin you down if you're not careful. They can be identified by a distinctive growl and a horrifying scream as they leap towards its prey. Most of them wear a dark hoodie and maybe cargo pants. Survivors might not want to see its disfigured and bloodthirsty face. They are rumored to leap off walls and jump over buildings. But one thing is certain, that it can do one heck of a far leap towards its prey. Most survivors get killed as they are scared out of their skin when they hear the scream. Just get ready when the growl is heard. Punching a Hunter halfway through the leap is not as hard as it seems and shots to the head can end its pathetic life for good.

The Boomer

This extremely fat, bloated, disgusting special infected is not one you would want to mess with. Its size and shape is more than enough for you to identify this creature while the disgusting gurgle like sound it makes can warn you if a Boomer is near. Be careful of the bile it vomits out. This green and horrible substance actually attracts the horde of common infected to any survivor who is covered in it. Getting surrounded when your sight is blurred by undead vomit is not a good idea. Even so, standing close to a Boomer which explodes on death will cause you to be covered in even more disgusting goo. However, it also has the same power of attraction of the bile. The only good tactics you can use is to shoot it once you see it when it's far, or melee it back and shooting when you're a safe distance away.

The Smoker

Hacking noises and a green dirty mist above its head can warn you of the Smoker's presence, a tall and heavily mutated special infected. This special infected has a tongue which can shoot over a hundred feet. When the tongue hits a target, it wraps around the survivor, pulling him/her towards the smoker. Although there is a small chance for survivors to kill the smoker or shoot apart the tongue, survivors usually just panic before the tongue actually restricts him/her from any form of movement. To battle against the smoker, a friend or two is usually helpful in helping you get out of troubles. Most importantly, don't panic, react quickly and shoot either the smoker or its tongue. Using melee on your constricted friends will help them get out of the death trap; a smoker's tongue is very sensitive. Upon death, a thick black smoke would burst from inside of the smoker; causing survivors to be temporary blinded and has some unhealthy effects on the lungs.

The Witch

If you hear crying and it's harder, louder, higher than a regular human's cry, it's probably a witch and somehow, it lies around crying in her underwear. It won't come and hunt for you like the other special infected do. But if you piss it off, be prepared for casualties. Its long sharp claws can down you in a shot. If you do encounter a witch, leave it alone. Your pumping heart and ringing ears when fear takes over you while being near a witch will tempt your mind to shut down. Wake up! You need to focus, stay away from the witch and it can't harm you. If you ever find yourself near a witch, pray that you have an automatic shotgun as two shots to the head before it attacks is a good way to prevent your team from being wiped out.

The Tank

Don't fuck with the Tan…

I stopped writing. The ground was shaking and walls are crumbling. A scream of pain rang through the air just as I got up with my sword, crashing through the windows just to see a Tank going after a girl lying at the end of the alley below me. Instantly, my eyes went blood red at the sight of the girl. What is this strength? Forcing myself downwards, I split through the air as my blade came in contact with the Tank, easily going through its entire bulky frame.

Its roaring ceased. I stood there, breathing, as the trace of red light in the space above me faded. I waited for my eyes to fade to its usual grey. Drawing my sword from the body of the Tank stabbed it onto the ground and walked towards the girl.

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Name: Brenda Lightstar

28 January 2031

"I love you." I smiled at him as he walked towards me to take me in his arms. I'm always happy when he comes to walk me to school. Although, that's what he always does. Every morning, I would look at him, his tall figure, his brown eyes, and his angelic face. We had been together for two years now, our love still hasn't faded.

He doesn't hang out with other people at school much. At most he answers a few questions. He's always with me and sometimes he would miss a few greetings from his peers, either purposely or did not notice them. In any way, I'm happy I have him by my side. He was the only person I had. Somehow he had a lot of money. Ever since my father died, he had been keeping my house up and running. I'm not sure why he goes home anymore, this is practically our home.

It was 28 November 2030, our second year anniversary and also the worst day of my life. It started out okay; we went back to my house to study after school. Then, I heard a knock at the door. It sounded important. He opened the door and it all happened so fast. Few FBI agents charged in and tackled him down. I was screaming for them to stop but was swept away by the might of the FBI agents. He tried to fight back and for awhile and he seemed like he was going to win. I was shocked at his strength.

A bullet to the shoulder was what it took to stop him from fighting. It was also what it took to finish my life. After that incident, he was brought away. My life had spiraled down since he left. I stopped studying. I skipped school regularly and could not sleep. I wanted and needed death, but not before I had my revenge. They took him away, my true love; I will never forgive them for this.

I needed to find out about what exactly happened to him. But my hopes died and along with my heart. Few days later, the same FBI agents came to my house. I almost broke down at the sight of them. I rushed forward and attacked them and although I was fueled with hatred, they did not budge.

An FBI agent held me back. He waited for me to calm down before finally speaking. "We have drastic news for you. Your, um… boyfriend, just passed away. We are terribly sorry. We couldn't find any of his relatives so we had to tell you. Again, we are terribly sorry about your loss."

I sat there, shocked at what I heard. The anger boiling inside of me was gone, replaced by an empty feeling. I didn't care anymore. I could kill them right there and then. However, all I could do was to whisper.

"Get out."

They stood at the door, I stared at them. Drawing a deep breath, I took the vase on the table beside me, screamed "GET OUT NOW!" The vase crashed onto one of the FBI agents. He dusted his suit, nodded to the others and turned around and walked towards the car.

I slammed the door shut. Immediately, I dropped down onto the ground, crying. I didn't care anymore, nothing mattered anymore. The room was a blur. He was gone, I have no one else. The world can go to hell, I don't care.

A few weeks later, it did. Only, the world didn't go to hell. Hell came to us.

I woke up, eyes shot open. Only to find someone staring at me, the same white coat of my savior, my angel. When my vision cleared, I gasped.

It was him, Melodian Freedom.

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Ghost M. Kitty