The last survivor

A Left 4 Dead FanFiction

A.N. Ok I got some splainin to do so I will.

I started The Last Survivor when I was fifteen years old, I was a Sophomore in high school, and didn't have a care in the world.

Now; I'm eighteen, I graduated from school

Plus my parents are separated, and are gonna divorce, the economy is complete crap and I'm like begging for jobs. My sister's had a baby so you can imagine how chaotic that is, we moved twice making it a grand total of eleven different houses I've lived in since I was born, aannnnnd yeah I've been busy…but enough about me!

You guys just want the story :D lmaoo.

Oh plus I've re-read The Last Survivor and…I was in physical pain doing it, my writing has improved so much and I was literally considering going back and editing it so that it would be up to speed with my writing skills.

But I figured that we were way to far in now, and I couldn't make you guys wait another year for the rest of this. And we're SOOO CLOSE to the end, like I won't lie guys, there's 30 chapters in this story and then the curtain closes.

And this being chapter 25 I think it's safe to say we're on the home stretch.

Don't be sad though, just cause this story is coming to a close doesn't mean that it's over. While I was gone I had plenty of time to plan out the sequel, I've got the plot, I've got the motivation, and I've got the keyboard. So don't worry The Last Survivor is gonna be around for a long time :].

Oh and one last thing before we get started, next chapter I'm gonna raise the rating on the story to M just because much more graphic things are going to come, (it's the zombie apocalypse c'mon they gotta) so even though I was using a chapter rating system before, on the whole it's just gonna get too graphic to still be rated T.

I've also become much more fond of writing in 3rd person point of view, so we're probably not gonna see any other perspective aside from just third person now. Sorry if that's disappointing to you guys but the more I looked at how I did it in the past, it just felt unprofessional I guess so I'm dropping the other points of view.

Disclaimer: Man I missed you buddy ;D lol

With that said I bid you all a fond, READ MY FUCKING STORY!…pweeze?

3rd. Person. P.O.V.

"What the fuck!?" Zayna yelled at Kyle as he leaned on her while she and Gabbi lead him back to the saferoom. He was bleeding pretty bad due to some of the gashes the Hunter gave him.

Blood dripped from his wounds and his lips, the adrenaline rush having long died down from the fight now was allowing the stinging pain to spike through the survivors body. "I know…it wanted Gabbi, I guess…" He spoke in between labored breaths, "these things are more like animals then zombies after all."

Eventually they stumbled back through the saferoom door and Zayna kicked it shut behind them. Kyle nearly collapsed onto the table leaving a traces of blood both human and infected wherever he touched, as he slung the medical kit clutched in his bleeding hands onto the wooden surface with himself. He wasn't expecting to have to break into the kit this fast but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Zayna made quick work of opening it up and snatching out of it everything she would need to patch him up. His cuts looked like if they went untreated, they would get very bad, very quickly. His shirt was already shredded badly so Zayna just tore what was left of it off, the rips made it easy to do.

She went to work on the largest gashes first since they were bleeding the most, Zayna was no nurse but when you spend almost a month surviving the apocalypse you pick up a few things along the way. First thing she did was pour a healthy amount of rubbing alcohol on a rag and started dabbing at the wounds with it, unfortunately for Kyle because it stung like a bitch. Almost more then when he received the cuts and he yelped in pain at the sharp sting, but it needed to be done. Who knew where that hunters claws had been, and what kind of germs they carried. Hopefully the alcohol would kill them so there would be no normal infection.

"Ow!" Kyle exclaimed when Zayna continued to soak the rag in the disinfectant. Gabbi didn't like it either and stood less than an inch away from Kyle's side, a look of worry adorned her pale features.

"Sorry, but deal with it." Zayna said right back to his pain, she was still a little upset about how he approached retrieving the supplies and gotten himself into this mess.

Carefully but firmly she pressed gauze pads onto him covering up his scratches, then taping them up tightly with the medical tape in the box. The smaller cuts would receive just a little anti-bacterial ointment and bandages, it wasn't the best treatment but he would live.

"Okay," The older girl spoke again stepping back from the now bandage covered teen. "Your gonna feel uncomfortable as hell, but at least you can move to the bathroom to clean some of that blood off. And we'll have to change these at some point, but you're ok for now." She said and almost as if it was planned out Daisy suddenly emerged from the kitchen.

Her hair was wet and she looked one hundred percent cleaner, "What the hell?" She spoke at first sight of Kyle's damaged body, "What happened?"

No one said anything at first as Kyle struggled to push himself to his feet, he was still covered in blood but his bleeding had slowed down almost to a stop. Gabbi had her arms open as if wanting a hug but was just offering help in case it was needed, Zayna was putting the remainder of the medical supplies back in the kit. Eventually Kyle was on his feet and walked with a slight limp past Daisy, but before he was completely out of her sight he whispered to her.

"Shit happened."

Several minutes later, the two lovers stood by the sink in the bathroom, Kyle was running a cold wet face cloth over his arms cleaning off his and the Hunters blood from his body. The water in the sink ran red as it swirled down the drain, he was getting most of it off but he was sure that he his clothes were gonna stain with it.

"What the hell am I thinking?" Kyle mentally snapped at himself, "Stained clothes? Is that really a concern right now?" This thought made him nearly hum the face cloth across the room.

It had been a month of living life after life and he was still caught up on simple issues from the past. He had the mind set of a survivor when he fought that Hunter and not even fifteen minutes later he was already reverting back to his naïve self. He couldn't be like that, if he was he wouldn't survive in this world, it was basically a miracle he'd survived so far. A miracle and Gabbi that is.

He shut off the water right away, he was wasting it by trying to thoroughly clean the blood off him, most of it was gone anyways so that would do. Then he noticed the room was unusually warm and steam was still fresh in the air, the mirror was even fogged up. Who knew how long the water would still run? Who knew how long they would have fuel for the generator, there were only about a dozen propane tanks in the power room so what would they do when they were out?

This group hadn't been rationing virtually anything, just because they had a well stocked amount of their supplies they had been burning through them like crazy.

Kyle wiped the mirror with his palm so that he could see his eyes, they looked different from before. Almost darkened, he was going to stay in the survivor mindset, if he wanted to keep this group alive things would have to change around here.

The teen turned to look at Gabbi to his left, her eyes were fixated on the sink almost completely blank. They didn't even seem to glow like they normally did, "Gabbi." Kyle called and her eyes snapped back up to him at the sound of his voice with their glow returned. What was she staring at in the sink? "We need to change the way we work around here." He said firmly, Gabbi tilted her head, "We can't live like this, this isn't a hotel room where everything is already provided for. We need to provide for ourselves if we want to make this place work. Aah!" He groaned at a particularly sharp sting when he rotated his shoulder. Gabbi tenderly rested her palm on his back trying not to cut him again. Kyle heaved a sigh, "We're gonna prepare for the worst, because the worst will happen." He said darkly, "We can only hope to be ready for when it does."

He left the room with the much smaller girl following behind him to explain what things were gonna be different around here, he was unsure of how the girls would react but they would eventually come to understand it was for their safety. They'd have to.

1 month after first infection…

They both did accept it, Zayna understood what he meant when he explained a new system Kyle wanted to put in affect with rationing. That included power, food, water, and even creature comfort things like shorter, rarer showers. The group never had the lights on for Gabbi's sake plus lights just consumed the generators fuel, so it was something they could live without. They kept the shutter blades on the door open for some light but other then that it was always dark in the saferoom.

Guns were available to them now since Daisy brought them back from the bull shit 'evac site' so making runs for equipment and necessity's would be much easier. Kyle was also very glad to have his Berretta and 12 gauge shotgun back, however he himself didn't keep it. Instead he gave it to Zayna her along with some ammo for her Glock 17 pistol, it took the same caliber rounds as his own handgun so they could share.

Daisy kept her snub nose model 66 Smith & Wesson revolver tucked in her pocket, but the Remington 700 bolt action sniper rifle she also had taken with her would be shared between the group. Guard duty is what it would be used for, Kyle had a lot of plans to fortify their saferoom and someone always being on guard was one of them.

All the food and supplies Daisy brought back with her was organized into their current stock pile, there would be no more free snacking though, meals were going to be rationed to make the food last longer and all the edible's that were easier to go bad would be eaten first. And if the food didn't have to be cooked, it wouldn't be. Everybody knows you can eat beans clean out of the can; heating them up was optional. And plugging in the electric stove to consume power just for a hot meal was also optional.

The month was November so the days were getting colder, warmer clothes were a priority for the three humans, Gabbi obviously didn't care about the weather, as long as it wasn't bright outside. None of the group had former training in weapons aside from Kyle, but that was only from going to the shooting range once before with his father and of course video games. He still did his best to sight in the guns when he could, example being a stray common infected roaming past the alley which thankfully was decently often. He would also help both girls with their stance on firing their guns, Gabbi wasn't a fan of that since he had to get close to them.

The fire poker was hung through the loop at the bottom of the handle on the wall next to the saferoom door. A hammer and nails was found when they did a complete turnover of the saferoom looking for anything they might have missed, so the hung both the fire poker and Kitana on each side of the saferoom door. In case any infected started piling up on the door. They could easily stab them through the shutter blades and save their bullets.

Among the food and drinks they had unearthed from their sanctuary, they found a abundant source of power tools. They were rechargeable which would eat up some fuel for the generator but if it meant fortifying the place better it would be worth it.

They had the tools and the mindset, now they just had to do the work.

3 months after first infection…

A thin blanket of snow covered the ground while Kyle tightened the knot around the handle on the back of the dumpster before him. This was initially used for trash but Zayna had an idea for using it as a barricade, they had found a length of rope about twenty feet long in a hardware store which they raided last week and now had it secured tightly on the back of the large trash disposal canister.

Kyle stood up feeling a quick gust of cold wind hit him in the face, his dark brown hair blowing as a few flakes of snow flew into his black leather jacket. Gabbi walked out of the saferoom to him and casually started brushing him off a little. She herself was wearing a tank top with the belly ripped off and short shorts, as time went by Kyle had managed to get her to wear a little bit more clothes and to not cling to him twenty four seven. She still refused to wear shoes though, for some reason covering parts of her body made her extremely uncomfortable. "It's ready." Kyle called back to Zayna as he fed the remaining rope through the shutter blades.

The girl stood inside the saferoom wearing her own leather jacket, but her's was more feminine. All of the survivors liked this style of coat because they were good wind blockers, but they still needed additional layers as the temperature continued to drop.

She grabbed the sturdy material and pulled it as hard as she could so that the dumpster would wheel horizontally against it. Zayna also screwed both of Kyle's old push up grips into the wall earlier that day since he wasn't using them anymore. Of course though being as resourceful as she was she found a use for them. She looped what was left of the rope through them, and held it as tight as she could even going as far to sit on the floor and prop her feet against the wall.

"Okay, now pretend to be a hungry zombie!" She yelled back to him still standing in the cold outside.

"What!?" He yelled back.

Zayna rolled her eyes, "Try to get to the door!"

Kyle mouthed a silent 'oh' before doing as she said. He tried to yank the dumpster free but even though it had wheels it refused to budge, Gabbi had even tried to assist him by taking hold of the rim and shaking it. She was very strong for her size but still couldn't get it to move. The next thought he had was to climb over it but he was too tall to fit through what little space would be left. Besides the dumpster was blocking the handle to the door. So he moved to the side and rammed into it, and the dumpster jerked a few inches but was quickly pulled back in place. The older girl inside was doing her best to keep that dumpster unmoving. Kyle tried a few more times before giving up, the knot he tied made it so the entire back of the dumpster was pulled with the rope really rooting it in place.

"Ok you were right, I can't get it." He admitted defeat and right after Zayna released her hold on the rope and opened the door so the dumpster could be moved away.

"Ha! Told you it was a good idea, suck it bitch!" She said mockingly dancing up in his face.

Finally the teasing seemed to break Kyle's somber face and made him crack a smile. He shook his head and then turned towards the building to the left of the saferoom alley, "Daisy!"

There was a pause but then suddenly a petite figure's upper torso popped up from the roof looking down at the three below, "Yes?" She asked, the only thing visible was her curly brown hair, the black hooded sweatshirt she wore, and the bolt action rifle in her hands. She got up there through very disturbing means, but the group felt having someone on a roof gave them a better bird's eye view for guard duty.

There was no ladder to go up the building, and no roof access from inside so instead when a special infected that was called (according to wall graffiti) a smoker attacked the saferoom they actually had use for it's dead body. The graffiti stated that it's tongue could stretch to well over fifty feet and hardened after it dried so it's texture was almost like climbing rope. When it was dead, Kyle wearing thick puffy gloves grabbed hold of the slimy appendage since it was fresh after it's death and pulled, then pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and pulled.

After it was at max capacity, the only male of the group who also apparently had the strongest stomach cut off the tongue and spread it out along the alley. Once it dried, he made the suicide mission of climbing up a very rusted drain pipe to get to the top of the building. And just like he predicted it nearly fell while he was ascending it, which was the key reason he didn't want to use it in the first place.

It was then tied to a ventilation shaft on the roof and tossed it over the side into the alleyway. They now had roof access.

"Experiment is done, you can come down now." Kyle said to her and she said nothing in response. She just merely started scaling down the side of the building.

When she hit solid ground she jumped up and down a little bit and shook out her arms, "God I hate being up there." she said, "I feel like I'm gonna get shot any second."

"Duck behind something." Zayna said as the three walked back into their home.

"The only thing up there is one AC unit, it doesn't cover my sides." She said closing the door, dead bolting it, then flipping down the aluminum shelving that they had also screwed into the wall for extra fortification. They borrowed it from the clothes room since many of the shelves were still empty despite having more then enough clothing for the four of them.

Three more shelves were also screwed near the back entrance one in front and two in back, in case something attacked the saferoom from behind, or they needed to escape through the back.

What Daisy said though had intrigued Kyle, all of them had become much more inventive over time and the gears in his head were working. He looked between both the lids of the dumpster and the metal island counter in the center of the kitchen, there were two lids on the dumpster and four counter tops made up the island which they barley used. Only to lay weapons on and occasionally prepare food or start a fire. Since the electric stove wasn't used much anymore they had become avid fire starters both for warmth and powerless cooking.

"Maybe I could rig up something for side protection." He said and everyone looked at him curiously, "I think I could use the covers of the dumpster and reinforce them with some metal from the kitchen to cover your sides. I'll attach them to the AC unit with some screws and probably just duct tape it all together to keep it standing." He wasn't a handy man so when it came to working with the tools he only knew the basics for the saferoom's defenses. "It won't stop high caliber rounds, but it'll keep smoker's and basic ammunition off us at least."

Daisy lit up, "That would be awesome." She said and seemed to stare a that one extra second longer at Kyle that made Gabbi dislike her just a little bit more.

She hadn't told him yet, nor was she sure she was ever going to but she did still like him despite everything that had happened. Kyle couldn't tell but Gabbi definitely could and Zayna was a little suspicious but chose not to get involved with that.

Suddenly a feral cry was unleashed from outside and all four survivors turned towards it's direction. No one was afraid though, this had become a very daily thing.

A single common infected had strayed into the alley and saw a potential meal just behind the red door.

Zayna rolled her eyes and unbarred the door, "I got it." She said snatching the fire poker off the wall as the infected struggled to sprint towards it's pray. As time went on, the bodies of the infected continued to mutate…for the worse in the infected's case. But for the better for survivors, they seemed to be rotting.

The girl clutched the black iron in her hand as she walked calmly to the creature before her. She raised up her weapon and grunted as she swung it down bashing through the skull.

6 months after first infection…

Rain poured down from the night sky and splattered into puddles on the ground. But it also fell into two large blue jugs of water supported on more shelves from the saferoom screwed into the exterior walls of the building, only these ones had been cut in half with a power saw for easier support. The cap of the jugs were facing downward, the bottom of the jugs had been cut off so they could more successfully capture water, and covering the nozzle of the jugs were pipes that ran through a hole in the wall which was created with a sledge hammer.

It was sloppily and unprofessionally done but it worked, the plastic tubing ran through the wall and opened up over several large grey plastic bins. Water was still somehow running through the plumbing in the building but the survivors weren't taking any chances. They always wanted to have plenty of water stored in case it ever stopped flowing through the faucets.

All four of our group members were sitting around the remains of the kitchen island counter playing poker. They stole several chairs from a house down the street along with several mattresses last month so they wouldn't be sleeping on makeshift bedding anymore. It was starting to wear on their already worked out bodies.

Each member of them were getting paler and paler, also thinner. Their food supply remained decently stocked so they weren't starving but they ate much less then they had previously so some weight was dropped. Kyle also though kept every one on a workout plan similar to his old one to try and keep in shape, even Gabbi occasionally would join in to do the exercises. She would typically not do so well considering her still rough around the edges motor skills but she was improving.

She also had duct tape sometimes wrapped entirely wrapped around each of her fingers, so that she didn't have to be so careful with her dangerous digits. Over time Daisy grew less weary of Gabbi but was always a little on edge around her because she knew there was anger stored there specially for her. The tapped up fingers made her feel a little safer but all Gabbi needed to do to get it off was clench up her hands tight enough to cut through the material.

Candle light illuminated the room so that everyone could see what they were holding, "Okay guys I'm in." Zayna said pushing forward three more m&m's into the pot, since modern day money was worthless, to mix things up a bit they decided to bet with simple delights like candy.

"Alright, put 'em down." Kyle said and laid his cards out on the counter, they were playing five in the hand, not Texas hold 'em.

Kyle had a pair of fours, Gabbi a pair of nines, Daisy had two pairs; three's and five's, while Zayna had a full house; two queens and three of a kind jack's.

"Boo ya bitches!" Zayna said and scooped all the candy over to her stash, she had snagged twenty or so m&m's. Bitch was quickly becoming her favorite nick name for everyone.

Gabbi's head fell back and she growled, she was still the same candy girl she had always been and taking any form of sugar away from her promised pain later on. She then crossed her arms and pouted in her seat like a upset ten year old.

Suddenly Kyle leaned over and gave her a quick surprise kiss and all poutiness seemed to instantly fade and she flashed a embarrassed school girl smile.

"Why don't you two get a hotel." Daisy teased, and at first it was taken as a joke with everyone laughing a bit but then Gabbi looked over at Kyle and gave him what he dubbed 'the look' and he knew what he was in store for later. They had been having sex on a semi-regular basis, whenever they hadn't been busy scouting, building, or doing anything else, they would be able to do it. Kyle also guessed that Gabbi couldn't get pregnant, she had never had her period once since he met her, plus the sex they were having was completely unprotected. At first that worried Kyle but now neither cared since the virus seemed to make her infertile.

The couple had remained as romantically involved as they could, the wine cellar was still their own room and they would get in as much lovey dovey time as they could. All the cracks leading up from the basement though were blocked off with some old rags to try and stop her pheromones from escaping. Thankfully it worked, cause who knows what would happen if the pheromones escaped the saferoom. They attracted a Tank and a Hunter before and could probably attract more.

A screech was heard from outside the saferoom door, once again the four people looked up at the entrance only to see the whites of the lifeless eyes of the infected. About fifteen of them were trying to reach past the dumpster barricade but were not succeeding. They only had the groups attention though for a few seconds before they went back to shuffling the cards again. The rope was tied to the grips and holding the dumpster in place so no body cared that the infected were there.

"Who's gonna shuffle this time?" Kyle asked.

"I wi-" Zayna started, Daisy cut her off.

"Hell no, I'm pretty sure you're sleeving queens over there." She snatched the deck away from her and wouldn't give it back.

Zayna's mouth dropped, "What?" she said almost too high pitched.

That caused the infected to act up again being even louder than before.

Kyle stood up, "One second, those things are driving me nuts." He left the counter top while the girls debated on how Zayna kept on winning.

The old katana they found five months ago was there primary weapon for taking out infected outside the dumpster blockade. They taped the handle of the blade to a lead pipe to give it better reach and used it as a spear to take out the infected. (Yes I know that the walking dead does that but I thought of it before season three even came out so shut up :p)

Infected roared and outstretched their arms trying to reach their food but were never successful in doing so as Kyle speared them right through the face. It only took a few minutes to get rid of them all and just like that they were all dead outside. Kyle rested the spear against the wall and returned to the girls. Daisy was dealing the cards.

"Maybe if we keep going like this we'll clear the whole town of infected." Daisy said sliding the cards across the counter surface.

Kyle raised and lowered a shoulder while looking at his cards, "I hope so." He spoke but then mentally added on a few more words. "Cause we can't stay here forever."

That thought though was kept to himself as he watched the night ware on, rain continuing to fall, and the time gone by…

9 months after first infection…

A.N. Crazy right?

I loved writing this chapter so much because for some sick reason I love doing time jumps. It's just kinda a curve ball to throw at readers and in this one I threw several at ya.

Some people probably disapprove but this is how it's going down, deal with it :p

Besides everybody knows I can't write every single detail of every single day because then this story would never end! Which it has to at some point, but once again have no fear the sequel is also under way.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please leave a review :]

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