Well, we've received all of our OCs! I know that I was originally only going to accept five, but when there was only one space left, I got three requests at once, and I didn't have the heart to say "no" to two of them…I'm such a pushover. _ So, now we're going to have seven OCs in total, and I'm not accepting any more. Congrats to those of you who got in! The rest of you guys who don't show up in this chapter will be showing up in the next one or the one after that! Thanks for your support, and enjoy the chapter! X3
Edit: Omg I was just notified of a HUUUGE typo in here! D: Thanks for the heads up! D: I really need to stop writing these things at one in the morning…
Disclaimer: I still don't own Left 4 Dead or Left 4 Dead 2 in any way, shape, or form. I only own my OC and the plot. Sam belongs to Commander of the Rabbids. Calli belongs to Sorrowsnow. Jeffry belongs to Zipper Whippersnapper.
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"Hey there, big guy," Boomer greeted as Tank walked grumpily into the alley. "What took you so long?"
"Got shot up by some survivors," Tank replied gruffly. Taunter, Hunter, Sam, and Calli broke out into snickers at what he said. "You know what I meant! They almost killed me!"
"Well, that's what you get for just running in there," Smoker shrugged.
"Who are all these guys?" Tank asked, looking at the newcomers.
"We're the new guys," Taunter said, laughing a bit under her breath. "Who're you?"
"That's Tank," Hunter told her. "He may look big and scary, but he's a real pushover."
"Yeah, I'll show you pushover," Tank grumbled as he sat down.
"Anyway, my name is Taunter," Taunter turned to Tank.
"And I'm Sam," Sam added.
"Calli," Calli waved.
"Anyone else around here that we need to meet?" Taunter asked Hunter.
"Just Witch. But she ran off somewhere crying. As usual," Hunter shrugged. Smoker was about to take another cigarette out of the pack he was carrying when he realized that he was empty. He sighed in annoyance, coughed a bit, then stood up.
"I'm going to get some more," he told them, tossing the empty box onto the ground and going into the hollow doorway just around the corner from their alley. It was the main place that they put anything that they thought that they might need later. It was also where they stashed everything that they thought that survivors might need. They hoarded it so that none of the survivors who came could get it.
"I'm glad that we got these new mattresses," Calli said, bouncing on hers a bit. "It's a lot more comfy than the ground. And I can paint THIS one all I want!"
"Good thing that the alley's big enough," Hunter commented blandly.
"Hey, guys?" Smoker called from inside the room.
"Smoker, if you ran out of cigarettes, you're going to that old drug store by yourself," Hunter told him.
"It's not that," Smoker replied. "I found something."
"Is it a survivor?" Hunter jumped up in excitement, and Sam prepared to get going if he had to.
"No," Smoker told them. Hunter and Sam looked disappointed, sitting back down. "It's another infected."
"What kind?" Boomer asked.
"I…uh…I have no clue," Smoker said, walking outside. "But whatever it is, he seems to like it in there." The others got up, wondering just who it was that was in there. Upon looking in, they saw a young infected happily sitting in the corner, messing around with some sort of shiny object. He had scruffy dark blonde hair, and the regular sort of pupil-less and iris-less infected eyes. He wore the remains of blue jeans and a white shirt, along with mukluk type shoes. He seemed fairly easily entertained by the object in his hands, and was engrossed in what he was doing.
"Who is this kid?" Hunter asked, looking up at Smoker.
"How should I know?" Smoker replied, pulling out a new cigarette.
"We'll handle this," Taunter said, pulling Calli inside with her. "This is a girl thing."
"What do you mean, it's a girl thing?" Hunter asked.
"I think that she thinks that since you're getting mad at every new person, that you're going to get mad at him," Sam explained. "I don't know, that's just what I'm guessing."
"Oh. Great."
"Hi," Taunter smiled, approaching the newly found infected slowly. "Are you friendly?" He seemed to look up at her quickly in acknowledgement, but then went back to what he was doing.
"I'm Calli," Calli told him. "What's your name?"
"Jeffrey," he replied, able to pull his attention away from the shiny piece of metal for a moment. "Who are the rest of you guys?"
"Who, them?" Taunter turned back to the guys for a moment. "Oh, don't pay attention to them."
"Gee, thanks," Hunter rolled his eyes, heading back towards the alley.
"Hey, no offense!" Taunter said quick, then turned back to Jeffrey. "So, Jeffie, where did you come from?"
"I came from another city," he told her. "One of the survivors took something from me, and I wanted to get it back."
"What'd they steal from you?" Calli asked.
"The other half of this," he showed her the shiny piece of metal in his hand. "Did you see any survivors run through here?"
"Yeah, we almost caught some earlier," Sam called from the doorway. "But they got into the safe room."
"Oh. Maybe they're the ones that I'm looking for,"
"Yeah, maybe."
"Do you wanna come outside with us?" Calli asked.
"I sort of like it in here," Jeffrey shrugged. The two girl infected turned to look at the guys back inside the doorframe for a moment, then turned back to Jeffrey.
"Is Tank freaking you out?" Taunter asked bluntly.
"Frankly, I'd think that he'd freak anyone out," Smoker blew out a plume of smoke.
"Hey," Tank seemed annoyed, but didn't do anything.
"No, I just like being inside," Jeffrey told them.
"Oh…uh, are you sure? It's pretty nice out," Taunter said, motioning out the door.
"No, I'm fine in here. But thanks anyway."
"Well…uh…" Taunter paused, and she and Calli walked back over to the others. "We're going to need someone to stay in here and watch him."
"Not me," Sam and Taunter said quickly, almost at the same time.
"Me either," Calli said quickly, so not to be chosen.
"I'm not that good with kids," Tank said.
"No thanks," Smoker put in his bit. All eyes turned to Boomer.
"Sure, I'll stay here and watch him," Boomer gave a little smile. "Maybe he'll come out later."
"Oh, before you go," Jeffry called from across the room. "I'm kind of hungry. Do you guys have any food?"
"Uh…do we have any food?" Smoker wondered aloud. "Hey, Hunter! Do we have any food?"
"Any good food? No," Hunter called back. "It looks like we're going to have to eat that crap from the abandoned grocery store again."
"Oh, wonderful."
"Don't worry, we'll bring you back some food," Taunter said, walking over to Jeffry and patting him on the head. She wasn't really sure why she did it, but she vaguely remembered doing it before she was infected, so, what the heck. Jeffry smiled happily up to her, seeming to like it.
"Alright, let's go! To the grocery store!" Calli called, leading the way out into the alley. "You're going to show us where it is, right, Hunter?"
"I went last time," Hunter said, not bothering to get up.
"Well, it's Boomer's turn, but he's busy," Smoker remarked.
"So why don't you go?"
"Cause I don't feel like it."
"You never feel like anything!"
"Let's just go to the store. It won't take that long, right?" Sam said to Hunter as he, Taunter, and Calli went to the opening of the alley.
"Fine, fine, sheesh," Hunter got up, joining them. "I guess I'll lead you there, just don't fall behind." He and Sam were off in a flash, and Taunter and Calli found it difficult to catch up.
"Could you wait for a minute?" Taunter shouted after them. "Remember? Can't jump!" Soon enough, they had reached the store. Hunter and Sam climbed through the broken windows in the front, and Taunter and Calli went through the broken sliding door.
"Bon appetit," Hunter said sarcastically, grabbing the first bag of food he saw and tossing it at Taunter.
"So, this is the stuff we ate before we got infected?" Taunter asked, looking at what she held in her hands. It was some sort of bread, but it looked like it was swirled with cinnamon. "I can't even remember eating this stuff."
"Hey, we can use this to bring it all back!" Calli said, having discovered a shopping cart and pushed it over by grabbing it with her tongue and swinging it around a bit.
"I'm…not touching that now," Hunter commented, seeing the slight amount of spit on the handle.
"Calli, you're on cart duty," Taunter said, tossing the bread into the cart.
"Geez, I miss the old days when we got to eat survivors every day," Hunter looked out the window wistfully. "Now we have to eat this crap. The only good stuff is over in the meat section. I'll go get some of that." He jumped off where he was perched.
"What's this stuff over here?" Sam asked, picking up a can and trying to pry it open. "This thing…won't come open…"
"Whatever, just toss it in. We'll have Tank open it later," Taunter shrugged.
"Yeah, that'll work," Sam nodded, putting the can into the cart.
"I got the meat," Hunter said, coming around the corner with an armful of meat. "This isn't nearly enough, though. With Tank around, it isn't, at least."
"I'll go get some more," Calli said, going around into the aisle that Hunter had just come from.
"Here, I'll take some of that," Taunter took some of the meat packs from Hunter, putting them into the cart.
"Do you guys smell something sweet?" Sam asked, sniffing the air a bit.
"Huh?" Hunter sniffed. "Yeah. Where is it coming from?"
"Over here…" Sam headed towards the freezer section, and Hunter and Taunter followed him. After a bit of a pause, Sam pulled on the handle to the freezer, managing to pull it open. The three of them were a bit surprised when a cold breeze wafted out.
"That's freaky," Taunter said, trying not to start laughing from surprise.
"What is this stuff anyway?" Hunter asked, pulling out a carton. He pried the top off, seeing that there was some sort of thick pink stuff inside. The sweet smell exploded out, surprising them all even more.
"Seriously…what is this?" Hunter repeated, not wanting to touch the strange substance that lay in front of them.
"Hey, wait," Sam took a little bit out with his finger, tasting it. "I know, this is strawberry ice cream."
"Ice cream?" Taunter asked. "Oh…oh, yeah…I sorta remember that stuff."
"I don't," Hunter shrugged. "Should we bring it with?"
"Sure, why not?" Sam shrugged. The three of them headed back to the cart, leaving the freezer ajar. They were surprised to find Calli sitting atop a huge pile of meat in the cart.
"I got the stuff," she grinned at them. "What's that you got there, Hunter?"
"Cream ice or something," Hunter told her.
"Ice cream," Sam corrected him.
"Right, right. Ice cream."
"Whatever it is, it sure smells good," Taunter said, squeezing it into the cart. "Well, I think that we've got enough stuff now."
"Hey, what if the survivors find all this food?" Sam asked, realizing a possibility of what could happen.
"We'll have Tank eat it all," Hunter replied simply. "I mean, he could probably eat it all at once, anyway." As they passed by the counter, Hunter noticed a bottle full of green liquid on the table. "What the heck is this?"
"Juice or something?" Calli questioned.
"Whatever, let's just take it," Hunter stuffed the bottle in as Calli jumped down off of the cart. "I'm just hoping that no other newbies suddenly pop up out of nowhere when we get back."
Later on, after they got back, Hunter was relieved to see that only Smoker was in the alley, and Boomer and Jeffry were still in the room. Tank seemed to have gone off somewhere.
"No one new is here, right?" Hunter asked warily, looking around.
"Nope," Smoker shook his head. He noticed the cart that Calli was pushing up in the rear. "Geez. You got a lot."
"Better than letting the survivors get it, right?" Hunter asked, grabbing a package of meat and tearing the plastic off. "I'd prefer survivor meat, but I guess that this dead cow will have to do."
"Dead cow? I've never eaten dead cow before," Taunter commented.
"It tastes like Styrofoam," Hunter said through a mouthful.
"Really? Let me try some," Taunter said, taking a little bit and chewing on it. "Ew."
"What? I said it was like Styrofoam, right?"
"What the hell is Styrofoam?" Calli maneuvered the cart through the tightly packed mattresses lying on the ground, up to the door around the corner.
"Oh, hey there, Calli," Boomer greeted her.
"How are you guys doing?" Calli asked, finding that she couldn't quite push the cart inside. "Food, anyone?" Both Boomer and Jeffry came up to the cart, peering inside. Boomer opted to take some of the meat, but Jeffry spotted something at the bottom of the cart.
"Swirly bread!" he exclaimed happily, pulling it out.
"You like that stuff?" Calli asked him.
"Yeah, I love it!" Jeffry smiled, elated. He sure seemed a lot less quiet than before, now that he had his swirly bread. He also reached in and took out the curious bottle. "What's this green stuff?"
"I dunno," Calli shrugged.
"Can I keep it?" Jeffie grinned up at her.
"Sure," Calli smiled. Jeffie went back over to his corner, carrying his newly found prizes. He pulled over an old cardboard box, pulling out ripped papers and broken electronic devices, then placing the bottle inside, and carefully replacing everything.
"Why are you putting it in there?" Boomer asked.
"I like hiding my stuff, it's fun," Jeffry replied, still smiling as he began to unwrap the swirly bread. "I just want to make sure that no one touches it."
"Oh, cool."
"This stuff really does taste terrible," Taunter mumbled through a mouthful of beef.
"Then why are you still eating it?" Hunter asked.
"Why are you?"
"…I asked you first."
"So, what is this?" Smoker asked, his tongue snaking around the corner and grabbing the ice cream carton from the cart.
"Ice cream," Taunter told him. "It smells good and stuff."
"Really?" Smoker opened the carton and was surprised. "Wow. Pink stuff that smells good."
"I dare you to taste it," Hunter grinned.
"Oh, yeah," Taunter nodded, smiling as well. "How does it taste, Smokey?"
"Fine, fine…" Smoker paused, his tongue an inch above the ice cream.
Should I really be eating this weird pink crap? he thought.
"What, are you scared?" Hunter smirked, trying to imitate Smoker's trademark face.
"I'm not scared," Smoker replied. "Who gets scared of something PINK, for crying out loud?"
"You do," Hunter said, snickering. This was met by some laughing from Taunter, and Smoker really couldn't tell whether she was laughing at him or just freaked out over something again. He very slowly let his tongue rest onto the ice cream, then paused. This wasn't THAT bad. But he decided to play it up a bit.
"Oh God! It's poisonous! Agh, it burns!" he stood up, pretending to stumble around as Hunter and Taunter looked at him wide eyed. He faked a trip, tossing the carton at the other two. Hunter yelled out in dismay and surprise while Taunter broke out into frenzied laughing.
"Get it off! Get it off!" Hunter shouted, throwing it aside. He was a bit taken off guard when Smoker started laughing.
"Now who's scared of pink stuff?" Smoker asked, returning to his usual smirk. Hunter paused, realizing what had really happened.
"God dammit, Smoker."
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Alright, now, in this bottom section, from now on, I'm going to ask a tiny question about your OCs for each chapter. Just a quick, little, easy to answer question that will help me understand your character better. ^^ Okay, so here's today's question!
If your Infected could hang out anywhere they wanted in the whole city, where would they go?
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