I do not own Left 4 Dead
Authors Note: So apparently I lost my sheet that had all the OCs data on it D: I just did an overnight full rundown of old and new OCs (not including my own) and I'm going to list them at the bottom of this post, so that hopefully if you posted an OC and don't see it there, please re-send me the character sheet, or if you don't want your OC in the story anymore, just PM me and say so. Also note: Every OC I have an entrance for, every OC will have its time to shine. Some OCs will disappear from the story as well, but may re-appear later on down the road.
Theres yer spoiler for the day :P
On a side note, my cat Shadow is starving herself. Mentally I'm going to be going down the tubes, which will either result in no posts, or so many posts that you'll forgive me for not posting in so long. We are trying to save her by feeding her kitten food, which is working so far, since its only the first day I don't hold much hope.
Left 2 Die OCs:
Michael Turner belongs to Hell Spawn Magma Master Jirrue
Ivan belongs to Zero no Mahou
Sgt. V (a.k.a. Pliers) belongs to Zombie Jesus
Wrin belongs to Wrin
Karen Altanore belongs to ShadedUmbreon
Jonah (a.k.a. Dmin) belongs to TheRedLucario
Harvey Belongs toharveykaiba
Katie Ava Night belongs to ImagativeRainbowPenguin
Rachel belongs to ecmcookiez
Blaze Hammen belongs to Palistus
Adam (a.k.a. Ziplock) belongs to AcsZiplock
:::WTF WAS GOING ON IN CHAPTER 12:::
I woke up the next morning to Blaze knocking on the door.
"We have company." He said, "Get dressed and meet at the meeting hall."
:::START OF CHAPTER 13:::
POV: Wrin
Something was going on, and I didn't have to necessarily know what it was to not like it. I immediately ruled out an infected break-in, as Blaze handn't come in screaming. However I couldn't get this sinking feeling out of my gut. I followed the trail of residents filing into the meeting-hall, which was really just a conference room we had dubbed the meeting-hall, trying to make it sound more epic. It really didn't work as well as we planned but you can't win them all.
I took a mental note of where everyone stood and sat, most of the residents stood, while Michael, Samantha, Alice, and Karen all sat at the tiny conference table. I didn't see any unfamiliar faces, just those of the people we had brought into the community. I sighed, knowing that I'd have to leave some day, that I wouldn't be able to call this tower home, and would have to suffer like everyone else had before they found a place to call home.
I'm pretty sure Viz would say something along the line of 'those selfish bastards', thinking of that made me smile, and I grabbed a chair next to Karen. She smiled at me, and turned back to speaking to Rachel, who stood beside her. Blaze put his hand on my shoulder, catching my attention.
"We were found by the military, they've come sooner than Michael can build the radio." He informed me, his hand still not moving off my shoulder. "We'll be saved!" he grinned. Smiling, I nodded. This was a meeting to discuss our evacuation then. I still couldn't get the feeling of dread from my heart, but could not identify it before three men in heavy Kevlar armor, similar to that of what Michael wore, walked in. The men each took a seat at the head of the table and grinned from ear to ear.
"We've got quite an amount here today, don't we?" The man on the left said.
"Yea, this may take a while." The man in the center sighed, putting an elbow on the table and resting his chin in his hand. "Kay cannon-fodder, you're all either going to die, or going to follow our orders." He said in a manner-of-fact voice. I started to dread even more.
"Anyone not willing to follow our orders, just or not, will be killed on sight." The man on the right pointed out. I still understood why they were saying this, because when people didn't follow evacuation orders, more people perish than should have occurred. However the way they were speaking had me worried.
"Sir. We have done nothing to you yet, treating us like—" Samantha began, but stopped when the soldier pointed a pistol at her.
"Silence, Bitch." He growled, waving the gun around the room "No one will speak unless spoken to, UNDERSTAND?!" everyone nodded silently.
"Who is the leader of this organization." The soldier on the right asked, fingers pointed in all directions, from Samantha, to me, to Michael, to Karen, the soldier sighed. "I see only one figure that could be the leader." He said with a grin, pointing his gun at Michael "And he's going to lose his chair if he doesn't step down, now."
Michael opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced when the soldier shot the ceiling.
"I'm not going to negotiate. Relinquish your power, and you'll live."
"We don't have a power system for an evacuation!" Karen pointed out, the gun aiming for her now.
"Who said this was an evacuation?" The soldiers laughed.
Fuck this was not supposed to happen, not supposed to happen at all. Karen kept her mouth shut, but I was already on a roll, imagining different ways to take down these soldiers, especially with an unknown on how many soldiers were outside.
"Alright, now that I'm leader, what do we got? Skinny tiny chick over there," the soldier pointed at me, "Fat old woman over there," The soldier pointed at Mrs. Hendricks, "and a dumb broad wearing sunglasses in a building at the door." The soldier pointed at Vizzera, who had entered silently, but was still at the door.
"What?" She asked, looking around the room. She had a pair of sunglasses that covered her eyes, most of the glow was missing, but to those that knew she was dead could see the faint trace of blue glowing from her eyes. Her chest was covered in a bandage wrap, doubling as a shirt, she had a pair of baggy cargo pants with huge pockets on, her hands stuck in the pockets.
"Bitch, take the sunglasses off and sit down. You're late for the induction ceremony." The center soldier said, Viz shrugged, and pulled her hand out of her pocket. Her hand didn't even reach to her chest before the soldier fired, scoring a hit right on Vizzera's hand.
"SHES GOT CLAWS?!" The soldier on the left asked as Vizzera shook her hand, the bullet falling off. There was only a red-spot where the bullet hit her skin, otherwise she was fine.
"Ya, don't you?" She asked, pulling her sunglasses off. Sure enough her eyes glowed a bright blue, shining like nobody's business.
"You have infected in your building?!" The soldier screamed, turning his gun over to Michael, finding out the hard way that Michael wasn't standing in the same position.
Vizzera had caused enough of a distraction so that Michael could slip his way through the crowd, and stood behind the soldiers, his knife quickly slipped under the throat of the middle soldier, stopping all three in their tracks.
"Viz, how many people looking like these three were in the hall?" Michael asked, Vizzera looked at me, and I nodded. This produced a response from the girl.
"About seven, they didn't like me either."
"Are they breathing?"
"Yea."
I slid over and poked my head out the door, sure enough seven guys were standing outside, Vizzera had simply walked past them.
"They're still standing, with guns." I pointed out as I stuck my head back in the room. Michael had put the soldier's arm behind his back, twisting it.
"Alright, so you assholes claimed you were evacuating civilians, where did that go to?" Michael asked the soldier. Vizzera looked at me, expecting a response, then looked around. She was obviously confused.
"Viz, come here, sit with me." I said softly. She complied and parked herself softly in the chair beside me. I sat down next to her. "They want to take over." I sighed, Viz growled a little bit.
"This building is not a man's building, nor an adult's building. It was founded by two young women, I see no young women in those three soldiers." Vizzera seemed to remember some things, but not enough. I didn't feel the need to correct her.
"You're right, they're trying to take over and kill anyone that doesn't comply. That is why Michael is taking care of it." I replied, sitting back in my chair.
"The military doesn't give a shit about you Civs!" The soldier yelled, fighting Michael's hold. "Weston, shoot this asshole!" The soldier on the left had his gun up, but stopped moving when Vizzera stood up.
"The infected's gonna kill me man." Weston shuddered.
"I don't care if its going to have you for dinner, SHOOT THIS ASSHOLE!" The soldier on the right pulled his gun out, firing instantly.
No one wanted to see that, nor did they need to. I watched in horror as 'Weston' fell, a bullet in his head. Time seemed to slow as I noticed that the silent soldier was turning his gun, aiming for Michael. The gun fired, but the bullet stopped.
"Quit shooting people it makes me want to scream." Vizzera said softly as she pulled her hand away from the side of Michael's head. The bullet harmlessly fell off her hand, once again only causing a red spot to form. There was an audible sigh of relief from the audience, and I could feel a hand squeezing my shoulder. Looking to see the source, I noticed it was Blaze.
"You're going to break it in a minute Blaze." I said softly. The pressure lessened instantly. However, our problem didn't end there, the soldiers from the hall burst into the room.
"Orders." One of them barked, the man being held down by Michael laughed, screaming an order in gibberish. It sounded like 'flying ketchup blanket' or something. I blinked to see a soldier standing over me, his gun aiming at Blaze.
"Get off our property."
Blaze took a step back, I started to roll in my chair, further away from the soldier but he grabbed the arm, forcing me to stop.
"Our property doesn't run away."
He called me a what? I stood up, pulling my fist back to punch him when a different fist connected with the soldier's face. I turned to identify the fist and found it was Ava. She kept her face neutral as she waved her hand, her knuckles red from hitting the soldier hard enough to knock him on the ground.
"Alright then ladies, since you're being bad, lets play." A soldier at the door said as he tossed a can in the room. I rushed for the door but watched it close in my face. I don't remember much else.
POV: Vizzera
I looked around the room, people were coughing and falling, and something was coming from a little cylinder on the table. I picked up the cylinder carefully and examined it. It stunk, but didn't cause me to cough. Looking around the room, I took note of several people, some were dark, some were faint. I wondered what the difference was, so I knelt in front of the nearest dark, poking it. The man with the red gooshey stuff coming from his head didn't move. I kept poking him until I accidently stabbed him. I took a mental note that he wasn't getting up. I headed over to the door, stepping past more feint colored people and tried to door-knob. Nothing. Upset I walked back to the can and threw it out the window, breaking the window in the process. I hated this feeling, being stuck in a room I could barely see through.
I sat for what seemed like hours before someone moved. The room had cleared up, and people were getting brighter, well, some of them. A few got darker. I waved happily to the first person that woke up.
"Vizzera?" the man asked, coughing up what seemed like an eternity.
"Yes?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.
"Can you open the door?"
"No its locked."
"Break it?"
"I can try." I replied, heading over to the door I looked at my hands. The fingers were huge, longer than my arm and sharp as all get-out. I have no idea how I could move without hurting anyone with these claws. I used my right hand to pry out the door-knob, and instantly the door opened. The door wasn't exactly pretty any more but it was open and that's all I cared about.
As the door opened, a gush of fresh air rushed into the room, resuscitating the rest of the feints. Wrin sat up at my feet.
"Is everyone alright?" She called, obviously worried about the people around her. I headed out the door, and straight into the angry barrel of a gun. I didn't get a word off before pain started beating into my head, bouncing off my skull and giving me a ridiculous headache. I moved when I started to feel something wet falling down where the pain was coming from.
"SHIT! WITCH!" the man screamed as I rubbed my temple, playing with the dark red gushey stuff that came off. It was clumped together, and really disgusting.
"Get the molotovs! We're cutting our losses and burning this place down!" Another man ordered, running to a different room. I looked up in time to see a jar with some cloth sticking out of it slam into my face. Liquid poured all over me, coating me with the smelly stuff. I tried to shake it off, but was knocked aside when someone hit my side, pushing me away.
"Vizzera you idiot! They want to burn you alive!" Wrin cried as she got off me, rushing down the hall to stomp out a fire behind me.
"That's good?" I asked, turning to face her.
"Bad, they want to end your life."
I turned back to the men, growling softly as I walked up to them, they were lighting another fire but this time I wasn't going to be stupid. Wrin taught me a lesson, and I wanted to live.
POV: Alice
Why the hell was Vizzera walking around?
"Alice, can you identify the dead?" Michael asked me, he had ordered Vizzera to open the door earlier. I nodded and started identifying the dead, writing their names down as I went. Vizzera had her heart exposed when she died, walking around should not be an option. Those bandages on her chest should have been stained red with blood even.
"Shes dead, anything can happen." I muttered as I wrote the names down. The gas thrown into the room was designed to knock out or deter a large crowd, so it killed those with weaker immune systems.
"Done. No one's going to be happy with this list." I looked at the list, reading off the names silently.
Mr. Hendricks
Mrs. Hendricks
Christi Delanore
Dianna Amari
Amanda Christanson
Jeremey Christanson
For a group of 26, 6 deaths was a bit too much. Dr. Jacobs was not going to be a happy camper knowing that his fiancée Christi, was now a corpse. Sarah Christanson just lost both of her children, Vizzera lost both parents, and the Hendricks had gone hugging each other. Apparently they knew they would die together.
I took note of today's date and stuck the list in my pocket to write on the graveyard wall. While on that subject, I wondered if I should write Vizzera's name on there, considering her body had already expired. I decided I would, but write a third number to indicate her re-birth.
"How many dead?" Michael asked as he finished tying a soldier up with his own shoe-laces.
"Six." I sighed. "I'm keeping the list to write on the graveyard." Michael nodded, but didn't look happy.
"With six gone, and four being exiled, this group is falling apart." Michael tightened the knot on the soldier's shoe-lace bond, making the soldier grunt. "I don't think we can exile anyone now."
"We will." Samantha's stern voice was heard from across the room. She was busy consoling Jeremey's mother who had fallen to her knees sobbing, repeating over and over that it was the child's job to bury their parents, not the other way around. "Alice, Vizzera is well enough to walk around, therefore you all must leave immediately. The hunter in the staircase has been dealt with." I opened my mouth to speak, but Samantha silenced me. "You have until sunset to leave, if you're still here by then, I will kill you myself."
Bitch I thought, storming out of the room. I walked over the corpses of the remaining soldiers, making sure not to look at what Vizzera was doing, crouched over a particularly bloodied body. I quickly wrote the names on the walls, packed my things and stepped into the office to see Michael leaving. Dr. Jacobs was sobbing in his hands.
"Jacobs, we need to leave. Christi has been buried as well as we can bury her."
"I kno-w … but—she was … preg—nant." Jacobs spoke between sobs, "We … named him … Josh …." Jacobs picked up a paper-clip, bending it over and over.
"It explains her death. Taking care of Josh and herself when soldiers attack. Its not do-able."
"I want to die." Jacobs looked at me seriously.
"You can't. You're still under debt to me, so get your whiney ass up and lets go."
"Fuck you." Jacobs didn't move.
"Keep dreaming." I said, giving up on him. I left immediately, not wanting to be near Vizzera, Wrin, Jacobs, or that damned tower ever again. I would risk it on my own.
Authors Note: I said I'd list the OCs, and here they are. Remember: PM me if you want your OC removed from either the story or the list. PM me if your OC is not listed here and you already sent me a character sheet. If neither of these affect you, then do a dance?
I am still taking OCs, I still enjoy PMs, random or not.
In no particular order:
Kieran
Tom Davis
Rachel
Karen Altanore
Michael Turner
Ivan
Harvey
Katie Ava Night
Blaze Hammen
Naoko Suzuki
Justin
Nicole Lanley
Evo
Roland
Logan
Kena
Michaela Arnold
Yuan Grey
Adam (Ziplock)
Mark Salazar
Ysze
Jane
Ash
Its going to be a blast miss-spelling Michaela's name for Michael o-o;
Info on the comic: I'll either be hosting it on deviant-art or have my own sub-website for it. Either way, the storyline of the comic and of the story will be different, as I would like to keep writing this story, but would love to do a comic. Keeping boredom in mind for my readers, certain things will be changed, but certain things will remain the same (ex. Intro is changed but Wrin and Vizzera are still the main characters)
Also: Yes I'm already writing chapter 15, but I wanted to stop chapter 14 here, as 15 has some nicer points. Nope, I never intended to kill off Jeremey, it just happened. Anyone that doesn't like the thought of such horrific deaths need not read any longer. Children and adults die equally; pregnant women and normal women die equally. I had a job as an obituary keeper at one point, and quit it because I had seen my last 7 year old perish in reality.