Woohoo, chapter seven! Yaaaay! :D Sorry that this one took so much longer than the others. XD I recently got the Sims 3, and I ended up playing it 'til two in the morning by accident…but, today I'm going to focus on writing! :D Oh, and also. A few of the people who leave comments who do not have an account on fanfiction or are just not logged in are leaving me questions from time to time. Keep in mind that it's impossible for me to message you back if you don't log in before you leave a review. Anyway, time to get going, right? Okay, let's go! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Left 4 Dead or Left 4 Dead 2 in any way, shape, or form! I only own my own OC and the plot of the story. Commander of the Rabbids owns Sam. Sorrowsnow owns Calli. Zipper Whippersnapper owns Jeffry. Foxstar-Nikiu owns Valery. CozBlueX owns Claire. Breaking Ground owns Mike. Scorpion 123456 owns Clawer.

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The alleyway was really getting a bit crowded. There had been a bit of discussion among a few of them as to whether or not they should move somewhere bigger, but the majority voted to stay right where they were. The alleyway had an appeal of some sort, the kind of feeling that a nice warm house would give a survivor. Except that this was an alleyway, which suited all of the Infected just fine. The new Infected that Sam had mentioned, Clawer, had showed up, just like Sam said he would. Clawer was the kind of guy who knew how to survive by himself. He had shaggy black hair that covered most of his face, but his right eye, which glowed almost as bright as the moon at night, could be seen shining through the black curtain. His other eye, on the other hand, was covered with tumor-like bloats. He sported razor sharp claws, slightly longer than any of the others' but not as long as Witch's. Hers were just ridiculously long anyway. He wore tattered and stained clothing, along with a black hoodie. Though he seemed to never put the hood up. He was a loner, that was for sure. He hadn't talked to anyone else much, and seemed to sort of stay outside of any activities going on. But still, he was there. And that made Hunter even grumpier.

"Smoker, if anyone else comes, are you seriously going to let them stay here?" Hunter asked, looking over at Smoker as he spoke. "I mean, it's not just that I'm pissed off about it, we're not going to have any more room soon. And nobody wants to leave."

"Whatever. We can take care of it later," Smoker shrugged.

"Is all that smoke getting to your brain?"

"Doubt it."

"I think that Hunter just wants some alone time with Taunter," Calli teased.

"No, I don't!" Hunter said quickly, swiping Calli's skateboard and tossing it down the alley again so it rolled away. "Now go get your rolling thing!"

"Would you quit that?" Calli shouted back to him as she ran after the skateboard. After a moment of running after it, she managed to grab it with her tongue to stop it. She transferred it over to her hands, checking for damage. It was a bit scratched. Hunter would have to pay for that later. But as she turned to leave, something caught her eye. She reached into a nearby trashcan with her hand, pulling out a smooth, black ball. Upon turning it over, she noticed that there was a white circle with the number eight inside. And on the other side was a small hole with something inside, though she couldn't tell what.

"What's this thing?" she said to herself. She shook it up a little, then saw something inside the small hole. It was a blue shape, with tiny text on it. The text read "Your future is looking up." Calli was a bit confused.

"Is this some sort of mind reading thing? No, no…uh…future telling? Like, answering questions?" She paused for a moment. "Okay, ball thing, am I going to get back at Hunter later today?" She shook up the ball, and to her amazement, the small blue shape inside now read "Yes, of course."

"Wow!" she grinned. "This thing is amazing! I could be…like, a fortune teller or something!" She glanced back in the direction of the alley, able to hear everyone talking from where she was. She walked back into the alley, striding proudly and carefully holding her new found treasure.

"What's that?" Valery asked her almost as soon as she entered, indicating the eight-ball.

"It's my new crystal ball," Calli replied smugly. "I mean, it's not crystal exactly, but it still works."

"As in, it tells futures?"

"Yup."

"Cool."

"Something that tells futures?" Taunter walked over, having overheard them. "Can you tell my future?"

"Sure," Calli nodded. "But you've gotta ask a question first."

"Alright, let's see…" Taunter paused. "Am I ever going to be able to stop laughing at the worst possible times?" Calli shook up the ball, then looked at the result.

"The crystal ball says…" Calli paused for dramatic effect. "…No."

"Damn," Taunter said, her face falling.

"What's that?" Smoker asked, reaching out to grab the ball with his tongue, but Calli pulled it away.

"It's mine, first off all," she said, trying to ward off his tongue as he continued to try to take it. "And it's a fortune telling thing." A few of the others gathered around to take a look.

"Fortune telling?" Hunter asked skeptically. "I don't buy it."

"Well, it's real," Calli disagreed with him. "And it can answer any 'yes' or 'no' question, and it's always right!"

"Can I ask a question?" Boomer asked.

"Sure," Calli replied.

"Is there going to be enough room for everyone in the alley?" Boomer questioned, regarding the discussion from earlier. Calli shook the ball, looking into the result window.

"Yup, there will be," Calli smiled. "The ball has spoken! Now Hunter can't complain anymore."

"Right," Hunter rolled his eyes.

"Oh, hey, I have a question," Sam spoke up. "Are we going to catch any survivors soon?"

"Good question," Calli told him, shaking up the ball. She waited for a moment to see the results. "The ball says 'yes'!"

"Are we going to catch some today?" Mike joined in, seeming a bit interested.

"The ball says…'yes' again!"

"Too bad that it's a big fake," Hunter shrugged.

"It's not a fake. You just don't want to admit that you know that it's real," Calli said.

"Yeah, it seems pretty valid to me," Taunter added.

"How about this?" Hunter took the ball from Calli when she wasn't paying attention to how carefully she was holding it. "Will I be able to break this in one throw?" He shook up the ball as he had seen Calli do, then chucked it out towards the street.

"Hey!" Calli shouted. "It'll break!"

"Exactly," Hunter nodded. But suddenly, Mike was out on the street, catching the ball. He must have run over there without any of them noticing. It's times like this when his speed came in handy. He looked down at the ball, turning it over until he found the result window. He laughed a bit, then looked up at the others.

"It says 'no'," he smirked at Hunter.

"Whatever," Hunter said, trying to ignore the snickering from the rest of the group as Mike returned to the alley and gave the ball back to Calli. Jeffry had come a bit closer to Calli, trying to get a better look at the mysterious fortune telling orb.

"So, about those survivors…" Sam went back to the previous subject. "Can that ball tell us where they are?"

"It can only do 'yes' and 'no' questions," Calli replied.

"We could always keep guessing places until we get it right," Smoker commented. "I mean, the survivors have to be somewhere around here."

"Yeah, that'll work," Taunter nodded. "Okay, everyone, let's start asking it where they are!"

"The skate park?" Valery asked, putting away her ipod in preparation to leave.

"Nope," Calli replied after reading the answer.

"The old grocery store? Maybe they're getting food," Boomer guessed.

"Nope, not there either," Calli responded.

"Uh…how about the shopping center?" Sam suggested.

"Nope, not there," Calli shook her head.

"If this ball was so 'all-knowing', wouldn't it be giving you guys some more help?" Hunter asked, clearly not interested anymore.

"Don't disrespect the magical ball!" Calli told him quickly. "You'll be in big trouble!"

"Uh-huh…" Hunter said disbelievingly.

"Geez, where could those stupid survivors be?" Claire asked, getting a bit impatient.

"Why don't you try the last place you saw them?" came a voice, and they all turned to see that Clawer had been the one who had spoken. He was still away from the group, but apparently he had been listening the whole time.

"Maybe…" Calli shook up the ball. "…Hey, he got it! He got it! It said 'yes'! The survivors are in that place that we saw them last time!"

"Alright, let's go!" Sam said, raring to go.

"Yeah, before they go somewhere else!" Calli pushed the ball into one of her tattered pockets, and soon enough, practically the whole group was off. Except for Hunter. He continued to sit in the alley, not wanting believe a piece of plastic. But looking up, he saw that absolutely everyone had gone. Even Clawer.

"Whatever. It's not true anyway," Hunter said to no one in particular. Still, there was a small nagging thought at the back of his mind. Maybe the piece of plastic WAS right. Maybe he was missing out. Maybe everyone else was tearing up survivors right now. Maybe he was missing the best opportunity ever. Maybe they would all bug him about it when they got back having killed the survivors. Maybe. Just maybe.

"Alright, alright, I'll go!" Hunter said, annoyed at himself as he stood up and followed the path that the others had taken. Soon enough, he arrived where everyone else was. But he didn't see anything happening. No screaming, no shooting, no ripping, no blood, no anything. He smiled smugly. The piece of plastic really was wrong.

"There's nothing in here," Sam said, looking into the safe room that the survivors had been hiding in the last time that they were there. The guns were all gone, as were the health packs. All that was left were a few empty ammo boxes. There was also a small message on the wooden wall reading "Ellis was here", looking like it had been carved out with a large knife…maybe even an axe. "It's empty. And some guy named Ellis was here, I guess."

"See? What did I tell you guys?" Hunter said, coming up to the group. "I mean, seriously, you trusted a piece of plastic?"

"It's not a piece of plastic!" Calli objected. She paused. "Well, okay, it IS a piece of plastic, but it can tell the future!"

"Then where are the survivors?" Hunter said, glad to be able to rub it in Calli's face. "I don't see anyone except us around here. Not even a single Common."

"Oh well," Taunter sighed a bit. "Let's just head back." The group started to head back, deciding to go through the back alleys in case the horde came. Nobody wanted to have to deal with those annoying things. But suddenly, as they were walking through an alley, they heard voices.

"What's that?" Smoker coughed, trying to keep his voice low.

"I heard a Smoker," came a female voice. "Keep your guard up everyone."

"Survivors!" Sam whispered. There were footsteps, and suddenly, four survivors, three men and a woman, stood almost directly in front of them.

"Holy shit!" the one in the baseball cap shouted. The rest of them turned to look, and were shocked.

"Smoker!"

"Boomer!"

"Hunter!"

"Crap! Fire in the hole!" The one in the white suit threw something over to their group, and it skittered to a stop directly in front of them. It was beeping, and a red light was flashing on it.

"What's that?" Jeffry asked, seeming interested in the flashing red light.

"Pipe bomb! Pipe bomb!" Smoker shouted, grabbing Jeffry away from the pipe bomb and making a break for it. "Run, dammit, run!" There was a general scattering, the ones who could jump high enough going up to the roofs, and the others running out of the alley. There was a loud explosion, but by that time, all of them had been out of the alley.

"Damn," Hunter said, going over to the edge of the roof, looking down at the survivors.

"Ha, we got them good!" laughed the one in the baseball cap.

"Hey…hey!" Sam said, coming over as well. "Is he…is he making fun of my accent?" But before they could do anything, the survivors had gone through a door into another building. There was a loud roar from inside, and the ones on the roof looked down at the door inquisitively.

"Tank! Tank!" came the shouts of the survivors, and sounds of shooting were heard.

"Ah, dammit!" Hunter cursed. "Tank gets all the survivors!"

"Well, he'll take them out for sure-" Sam was saying when Tank suddenly came bursting through the door, having once again sustained heavy damage and running away to heal.

"Geez," Hunter sighed in exasperation. He turned to where Tank was running. "Pushover!" He shouted this, hoping that Tank would hear him.

"I heard a Hunter! Run!" came another shout from one of the survivors, and the four of them could be heard going further into the building. Once things calmed down a bit, the group reformed, down on the ground.

"Hey, Hunter," Calli said. Now she was the one with the smug smile, and Hunter was wondering exactly why she had this look. "Guess what?"

"What?" Hunter asked.

"My 'piece of plastic' was right," she smirked at him.

"What? No it wasn't. It got the place wrong," he shook his head.

"But it DID say that we would find survivors today."

"Yeah, but-" Hunter took a momentary pause. What could he even say to that? He looked at Calli, trying to figure out a comeback. He got none. He turned around, annoyed that he couldn't think of something.

"Aw, are you getting angry?" Calli laughed.

"Sheesh, go paint your walls or something," Hunter muttered, jumping away and onto the rooftops, hoping that next time he would be able to think of something.

"Well, Tank's going to be needing a health pack, I guess," Smoker shrugged. "We can lend him one of the ones we found."

"Well, I'd say that I got the best of Hunter today," Calli grinned.

"Well, at least it wasn't anything too bad," Taunter shrugged.

"Too bad?" Calli laughed to herself. "Just wait until he sees what I painted next to his mattress." And suddenly, from a few streets down, a single angry shout was heard,

"CALLIIIIIIII!"

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Thanks for answering all the questions so far, everyone! :D It really helps! :3 Anyway, here's today's question!

Does your Infected remember anything from before the Infection? If so, how do they remember it? Dreams, random flashbacks, stuff they see that reminds them, or anything else. What makes them remember? (that is, if they do remember)