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Now for the story. Lately, there hasn't been any humor in the story although the genre also includes it but in this chapter there will be some humor. It may not be what you're used to but it might be good enough.

Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead or its characters. The rest are mine.

Chapter 4: Reunion

Dan POV

We ventured out into the unknown. Well, not really unknown. After all this used to be our street and since this is-

"Hey Dan, I have a request for you."

"Yeah?"

"SHUT THE HELL UP! And stop pretending you're some kind of commentator."

"Okay…" So, we walked in silence for a while. It's hard to believe this was our neighborhood. Our once beautiful street covered with fancy cars and beautiful lawns were now littered with bodies, both human and zombie, mixed in with their blood. There is a faint of smell of cigarettes around here. As I walked with Marcus, I noticed that there were some bullet shells leftover here.

"Hey, Marcus, do you see the-"

"Dan, Dan, Dan… How many times do I have to tell you, no commentating!"

"But this isn't! I just noticed that there are bullet she-"

"SHUT UP DAN! I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHA… bullets?"

"Wow, can you yell. My ears feel like they've been cut off and fed to the zombies. Look on the ground. Do you see those bullet shells? I think someone's been here before."

"You know, for once, you're right. If there are bullets, there are guns and if there are guns, there are people. C'mon. Let's try and catch up to them." Marcus and I started picking up our pace and followed the trail of bullets…

Nick POV

When Jason suggested that we split up and look for anything useable, I started thinking that it was a bad idea. I didn't want to think of another Hunter coming along and think 'Hey! Free lunch!' I wouldn't want Jason to get hurt no matter how annoying he can be. I remember this one time he got really annoying that I…

"C'mon Nick! Try and catch up!"

"Goddamn it Jason, not all of us can be just like you."

"Told you I was special."

It was a normal day at the beach. Both Jason and I were at a cottage that my parents bought down by the beach. Jason and I were having a race to see how fast we can get to our cottage in the water from a rock formation about 300 meters off. At first, we decided to go in the water and try to annoy some sea creatures but we found an unusual rock. It was about 30 meters tall and I swear it looked like a hook.

Anyways, Jason was slightly ahead of me but I wasn't going my full potential, not yet. I'll wait until he starts to get tired and then I'll run way ahead of him. I started to notice that Jason was starting to slow down so I got ready to sprint. Just as I was about to take off, Jason threw a rock from the waterbed at me.

My eyes widened at the sudden movement and I narrowly dived out of the way. Unfortunately, I landed on the water and was forced to stop. As I was getting up, I could hear Jason laughing in the distance. When I finally got up from the water, I saw Jason waving at me from our porch.

I gritted my teeth and ran as fast as I can to our cottage. When I finally got there, I punched Jason in the face. He stopped his laughing and tried to return the punch. Fortunately, I was skilled in martial arts unbeknownst to him. I caught his punch and immediately twisted around. Jason was caught in an awkward position and in one swift move, I could break his arm.

I was about to until I realized what I was doing. No matter how annoying, I would never hurt a friend, severely. I let go of his hand and backed away from him. I started running away back to the rock formation despite the yells from both Jason and my parents. I started to feel regret for what I was doing but still ran towards the rock…

While I was thinking back I was interrupted by what lay in front of me. I was shocked at the sheer size of the object. I was too stunned to move for a minute before I realized that this is a zombie apocalypse and that I'd probably need this to survive. But only in dire emergencies.

I picked up the heavy object and the ammo that went with it. 'Wow, this is heavy.' I thought to myself. 'Of course it is, you'd think that if it has heavy firepower, that it'll be heavy. Yet the ammo… where would I store it?' I looked around for something to put the ammo in. I frantically searched around for some type of bag until I came back to the gun. I was just about to give up and put the ammo into my pocket until I read the sign of the gun. It read out: 'Bag for ammo behind counter. Please inquire within.' I slapped myself in the head for my inability to use common sense then I leaped over the counter. Sure enough, a giant red bag was put under the counter.

I stuffed all the available ammo into the bag and barely carried the heavy gun. I started walking back to the entrance when I saw Jason come back. His eyes widened at the giant gun in my hands.

Dan POV

Marcus started walking nervously while I was just running about, feeling the freedom of being able to run around in several days. I then remembered that this was a zombie apocalypse, not some type of vacation. I immediately resumed my wary stance with my fire poker. We walked through a familiar street that looked devastating. Buildings were destroyed, roads were littered with bodies, blood was splattered over windows, basically, an apocalypse.

I spotted a convenience store not far from here. I was about to call out to Marcus when I heard a growling noise. I immediately ran back to Marcus where we could have a better chance at fighting. Instead of another growl, I heard a defiant cry and then cracking sound. Silence… Marcus and I looked at each other than ran towards the noise.

When we arrived at the source of the noise, all we saw was a bloody heap on the road. It was covered in blood. We decided to around it in a giant arc. The blood looked fresh. Immediately we heard another noise, except it was the sound of a door creaking open.

Marcus and I decided it best to follow the noise since there could be the slim chance of meeting other survivors. As we continued forward, we found footsteps in the trail of blood.

I asked, "Hey, Mark? You think that these people are the same people with the trail of bullets back there? After all, the trail does lead here."

"I don't think so Dan. If they did have guns, why did we hear a cracking noise? They would have used their guns," replied Marcus.

We continued on our trail until we found a gunshop with the door wide open. We both went into the store to see if there was anybody here. To the left I saw two figures. I nudged Marcus and pointed to where the figures were. We silently crept over to the figures and started eavesdropping on them…

"… that great, right?" A familiar voice asked.

"I can't believe it… Look at the size of that thing! And the bullets…" replied another familiar voice.

"But still, if we see any possible survivors, we do not shoot it until it's confirmed as a zombie."

"Gotcha, now if we can only-"

Marcus burst from his hiding spot and immediately called out "JASON!" I was surprised to hear Marcus say that name because Jason was our school friend. There was no way that he could survive. However, he does tend to run pretty fast.

Jason asked menacingly, "Who are you?"

"Don't you recognize me? It's Marcus!"

"Marcus! I can't believe you're alive! Do you have anyone else with you?"

I rose slowly. "Yeah… me…"

"Dan, is that you? Oh my God it is you! Hey Nick! Come look at what I found!"

I thought to myself 'Nick's with him?'

A figure with a gigantic gun came out of a storeroom with a large red velvet bag held around his back. "Jason, what are you talking abou- Marcus! Dan! You're alive! It's like a class reunion."

Marcus added in, "Except we're all stuck in this stupid zombie apocalypse…" Everyone fell silent.

I tried to break the awkward silence and asked, "So what are you guys doing here? Met any zombies yet?"

Marcus glared at me but Jason went ahead and answered the question. "Well, on the way to this gun store, I saw Nick being chased by this Hunter and-"

"Wait, a Hunter? What's that?"

"Oh, right… It's a type of zombie that Nick and I found. It's like some hooded figure that can go really fast because it leaps! Anyways Nick was being chased so I got a baseball bat and hit it right on the skull, killing it. We figured that since we might have to kill more zombies, we might as well do it from a distance."

I paused for a moment, taking all the facts in. A type of zombie that leaps? Well, we saw a zombie that had many tongues, maybe I should mention that…

Before I could, Marcus went ahead and stated it. "Hey, did you guys see some type of zombie that really smells and has lots of tongues?"

Nick answered, "No… did you?"

"Duh! What should we call it? A Grasper?"

I asked, "Why not call it a Smoker? After all, it did release a smoky haze after I killed it!"

Marcus said, "No, I killed it!"

"I did!"

"I did!"

Jason shouted, "Shut up! It doesn't matter who killed it. We just have to be wary at all times. If you spot a new type of zombie, avoid at all costs except in dire situations."

Nick said mockingly, "Okay Dad…"

"I'll get you for that!" Jason chased Nick around the gun store which was pretty hard for Nick since he was carrying a gigantic gun and bag while Marcus and I just laughed our heads off.

While I was laughing, I thought to myself, 'When will we get out of this hellhole?'

So that's the end of Chapter 4. Also, a shoutout to my first reviewer, steve347! I have been meeting with a certain block, that's right, WRITER'S BLOCK! Thanks to steve, I was able to write this story with his feedback. I incorporated his idea of putting in a gigantic gun.

I know some of you guys wanted his guts pouring out but don't worry, that'll come later. Now seriously guys and girls, don't be afraid to review! It's not like I'll bite your head off (sorry to KennHyrulian)! I truthfully have no idea what to write next so you guys just review.

I know I promised you guys for a lot of chapters this week and I'm sorry… XP