Okay, two chapters in one day... I can haz reviews?

Serene: If you'd write better, MAYBE you'd get some reviews!

Yeesh! Did someone tick you off or something?

Serene: Meh.

Whatever. START THE STORY! Oh, I still don't own Left 4 Dead. That would be VALVe. Though if I owned VALVe... (plots)


"Serene! Hey, you gotta get up," Ellis voice seemed to echo in my now conscious mind. "We gotta get movin' soon."

"Ugh..." I mumbled as my eyes adjusted to the light. "I'm up, I'm up." I sat up and ran my fingers through my pitch black hair, so I would look relatively decent, even though I knew there was no point to it; I could very well die today.

I tiredly grabbed some ammunition for my M16 and replaced the pistol I kept in my backpack with a magnum pistol. Nick almost gave me questioning look but it was gone shortly. I smiled. Weary of me or not, Nick knew I could handle myself. Much better than when we first met and he called me a little girl.

Turning to the rest of the group, I asked, "You guys ready to get moving?"

"You sure your leg can take it?" Rochelle asked as she loaded her semiautomatic. I thought Rochelle worried too much and rolled my eyes. She didn't catch it.

"I'll be fine so long as I don't put too much weight on it for too long," I insisted. True statement. It didn't really hurt in comparison to how other wounds I've had felt. I had a broken collar bone back when I was twelve. Don't ask how... it wasn't pretty.

"If that's the case, let's go," Coach said.

Coach removed the bar that blocked off another red steel door. There were a few of the yellow-eyed zombies, but not much else. Just as we were entering the amusement park, a Hunter made itself known to us.

"Punk-ass Hunter 'round here..." Coach warned.

I focused in on my surroundings and switched out my katana for my M16. The Hunter shrieked once more, closer this time. I looked around for it, but I didn't see it anywhere. "HUNTER, HUNTER, HUNTER!" Ellis called, snapping my attention towards him.

I saw the Hunter, alright. It was hard to miss the fact it had Ellis pinned and was clawing at his chest! I aimed straight and true at the hooded zombie that was clawing my brother. I pulled the trigger and held it tight. When I let go, the Hunter was dead. Ellis groaned with pain. His t-shirt had a lot of fresh blood on it.

He must have seen my concern and before I got into one of my panic sessions (also not pretty), he said, "This ain't all my blood." I wasn't entirely convinced, but I could tell all too well when he lied to me. He'd make eye contact, unlike most people when they lie, but he wouldn't be able to keep it for long.

With the Hunter dealt with, we continued our journey. We passed some sort of shooting game with a gnome for a prize. I could only wonder what I was supposed to do with it, so I ignored it. There were some pain pills nearby and I knew someone was going to need them, so I stuffed them into my backpack. There wasn't much more room in it now.

I was snapped from my thoughts by Nick's warning, "GOO INBOUND!" I rocketed away from my location. Soon enough, the Spitter goo hit the ground with a vile sizzling sound. Nick must not have moved fast enough, because soon after he was cursing from the pain of the acid.

I spotted the Spitter responsible, but Coach beat me to it. With a swift shot from his pump shotgun, it was killed and left a little puddle of acid where it stood. It was an impressive hit, "Nice shot, Coach."

So we got going again. Eventually, we came across the Kiddie Land part of the amusement park. Ellis exclaimed, "Holy shit, guys! Kiddie Land!" I rolled my eyes. "I wanna ride one, just one! Man when are we ever gonna be here again?"

"I wish I could be that happy..." I heard Rochelle murmur. "Ah, to hell with it. Woo! Kiddie Land!" I smirked.

Coach called to the team, "This way!" Before I could ask how he knew, I saw a sketch of a house with a cross inside. An arrow pointed away from the drawing, the same way Coach was heading. Before we could get too far, a moan pierced the quiet air. I hate Witches. Now that I think about it... I hate all of the Infected.

"I'll give her something to cry about," Rochelle muttered "Kill your lights."

We wandered a bit longer, eventually finding ourselves on top of a large slide. I smirked as I ignored Ellis going on about how this was the perfect chance to ride all these rides. Either way, I ran down the slide along with Ellis.

When we were at the bottom, it seemed like we landed in the middle of a mini-horde. Ellis' combat shotgun mowed them down quickly, and my katana took down whatever he missed. The random Infected and the clowns that led them fell until there was only one left, a platinum-blonde woman that was all hunched over. My brother almost went after her, but I barred his way with my arm. "You idiot! Are you really going to try that twice?" I whispered.

"What are you talkin' 'bout?" Ellis whispered back, borderline annoyed.

I wanted to slap my hand to my forehead, but I decided against it, "Are you deaf or something? That's the Witch, stupid!" Ellis stopped dead. She was right in the way of a set of stairs that led eventually to the safe house, shown by an arrow pointing up the stairs.

"What do think we should do?" I said as I turned to the group.

Nick decided to point out the obvious, "We can't sneak around her, we can't just open fire on her or she'll manage to take one of us down, and we can't set her on fire and outrun her either."

All of these were true. Dying wasn't an option, though my uncle didn't think so, and there were no Molotov cocktails or gas cans around to set her ablaze. After a moment of thought, I had an idea.

"Lemme borrow your shotgun, Coach," I whispered.

"Don't do anything stupid now," he said cautiously as he handed me the weapon.

With the combat shotgun in hand, I ordered to the group, "Stay back, I mean it. Whatever happens, unless this doesn't work and she gets me, don't try to attack the Witch."

"You're going alone?" Rochelle exclaimed. She was hushed quickly, "That's suicide!" she whispered, but it was clearly meant to be yelled at me.

"Trust me, there's no other safe way. I've seen someone take down a Witch just like this before. Guys," I turned to witch then back the group, "wish me luck and don't let me die."

Before anyone else could say anything, I snuck up to the Witch. I started praying for protection as her cry turned into a soft growl. My heart pounded, but I pressed forward anyways. The growl got louder as the Witch came to her feet. I aimed for the Witch's back and shot her point blank. The Witch cried in pain, but that was it for her.

My arms and legs felt like jelly. I killed a Witch with one shot! The rest of the group was instantly right behind me, cheering me on and congratulating me, "How did you do that?" Rochelle demanded, clearly in awe.

I struggled to stay on my feet, let alone speak. "I-I gotta sit down..." I went so do so, but I saw the black circle close in on my vision and I collapsed.


Well... how would YOU feel if you just cr0wned a Witch? Kinda weirded out, right?

Serene: So you had me feint?

Heh heh heh. Gets MUCH worse than that, Serene (smirks)

Serene: HELP ME!