The Last Survivor
A Left 4 Dead FanFiction
A.N. Writing frenzyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Literally I'm writing very often now because we're so close to the end I feel like it would be a crime to make you guys wait too long lol.
This story is now rated M due to extreme violence, language, and sexual content.
Disclaimer: I believe Dr. Seuss once said, with my hands should I clap? No, no, no you're crap, crap, crap!
=3
3rd. Person. P.O.V.
9 months after first infection…
Cool clear water sat still in one of the several plastic containers by the saferoom door in the graffiti room. The survivors always boiled any water they collected to kill any possible bacteria living in the liquid. If it wasn't filtered or purified, the risk for catching diseases like Cholera or Dysentery increased dramatically.
This water had been cleaned though and a pair of rough calloused hands reached in and scooped up some water.
Kyle splashed the H2O up onto his face and rubbed it around his neck and through his hair. The next best thing to a hot shower was a good old fashioned bird bath, although he wasn't planning to bathe with it; he only did this sometimes to wake himself up in the morning. He had very quickly become the early to bed, early to rise type of guy, even when he was on guard duty through half the night. He was wearing a size medium black t-shirt with white text on the front that said, 'keep staring, I might do a trick,' faded blue jeans, and worn black sneakers. His wrist watch wrapped over his left wrist and a black leather bracelet around the other.
After he was done with it he walked over to the side of the room where the wooden table, used to be. They had chopped it to pieces long ago for use as firewood, plus Zayna and Daisy had placed there two twin mattresses against the wall about two feet apart. Both girls were sleeping quietly since the sun had only been up for about an hour. According to Kyle's old watch, which now was decently scratched up but miraculously still working.
It was 7:17 in the morning, in the month of July and warm summer air was heavy in the atmosphere. But still the teen felt that sleeping in too late was burning daylight, occasionally he would let them do since they did the same for him sometimes but today was different. Kyle had scheduled a quick supply run for today, just to the stores on the right side of the alleyway exiting the saferoom. Of course they had hit those places already but there was still a little bit of stuff they left behind.
It wasn't much but it was something and right now they needed anything.
He glanced behind him at the entrance to the kitchen flashing back to when he looked at there now meager food supplies. They had survived for months on what they had stockpiled in here, but now only six cans of food remained. Now with even more rationing they could stretch that supply for another six days but still that wasn't very much, the survivors needed to scavenge some more food if they wanted to keep going here.
But the greatest fear was slowly creeping up on them, this place that they had made their home, their sanctuary was running out of it's use. There were only half the original amount of tanks of fuel for the generator left, which once again wasn't bad but once your stocks drop below half that always has to send up a red flag. And right now Kyle's flag was waving.
His eyes turned to the basement entrance and his thoughts went to Gabbi. He really loved her but there was a bitter sweetness to them being together. If they ever found a safe place with other survivors; like an actual settlement to stay, he couldn't go there. They would never allow Gabbi to come with them, she was infected and people would never feel safe with her around. Despite what he would tell them, he could promise she was friendly and whatever but he knew what would happen.
Any other survivors that caught sight of her would shoot to kill, and at that thought his heart felt like it dropped a little.
He shook his head trying to shake off the images of a bad future and focused on the task at hand. "Guys, wake up." He said to both sleeping forms covered with thin sheets. Receiving a grumble from Zayna and Daisy turning to face the wall away from him in response. Rolling his eyes, he spoke up louder "It's time to get up, off your asses ladies."
After a few seconds Zayna sat up and stared at Kyle angrily with he hair tussled and said, "…" Nothing.
Kyle smirked and watched Daisy, still facing the wall blindly reach over the side of her bed to feel around for her glasses. The only male finally left the room knowing that he had awoken them, he wasn't worried at all though about them being angry. This occurred all the time, they pouted until they were more awake then it was forgotten later on. So he exited the graffiti room and headed back down to the basement. He had left Gabbi asleep downstairs on their full size mattress, so he descended the steps in search of his better half.
Only to be greeted with an empty bed.
At first he wasn't concerned, thinking that it was only another little prank she was planning to pull on him. Occasionally she would hide behind a door or in a corner waiting for him to pass by so she could jump out and scare him. Not the best of ideas in the apocalypse but he humored her because she was just so darn adorable.
However he quickly realized that it was not a prank when he heard what sounded like, light quiet sobs, coming from the dark corner of the basement opposite where the desk was.
Immediately he looked in the direction of the sound and saw Gabbi, on both knees hunched over in the dark…crying.
Now Kyle's first instinct was to approach and call out to her, so he took a few steps and spoke her name, "Gabbi?" Her head at that shot bolt upright and she let out a sharp gasp at the noise but didn't turn towards him. On instinct Kyle flinched at her reaction, why was she acting like this? "Baby? It's me." He said still slowly taking baby steps towards his lover, but the closer he got the more noticeable a low growling sound seemed to be coming from Gabbi.
He started to tremble, all sorts of ideas and terrible situations rushed through his mind like no tomorrow. Was she just upset and wanted to be left alone, or would she jump up and attack? Dread flooded his chest as she growled louder and louder and he reached out to her. She started to turn, and he could see her teeth bared in a snarl but her hair covered her eyes.
Finally he grabbed her shoulder and she twisted quickly to look at him, he caught sight of her eyes at that. They were glowing red, but instantly changed back to the yellowish golden he had come to love.
The snarl vanished to and her face appeared confused and she blinked several times, tiredly and looked around. Her eyes fell on the bed they both shared, and she translated the fact that she wasn't in it anymore.
Kyle started to think she didn't remember how she got there or what had just happened. And when she looked at him with a look of worried curiosity, he was at war with himself at what he should tell her. If he said what had just actually happened he was afraid she would get scared.
So against his conscience, he lied. "It's ok, you were sleep waking baby. Sorry about having to wake you up." He fibbed but it seemed to calm Gabbi, as she breathed a sigh of relief upward that caused a few strands of hair to flutter for a second before leaning forward and wrapping her arms around Kyle and kissing his cheek. A relieved smile on her face. But a look of worry adorned Kyle's features, just what was that?
Upstairs the other two females had begrudgingly arisen from their slumber and were getting dressed. It was early so the temperature hadn't risen that high yet, only being in the seventies but later on it would raise up to eighty's possibly nineties. Being July, it was one of the hottest months of the year so the girls decided to dress appropriately for the weather.
Zayna wore a red and white plaid button up shirt that had the sleeves rolled up her arms and jean shorts, with black high heel boots. While Daisy wore much more revealing clothes since she couldn't stand being covered too much in the summer. She dressed in a black tank top and daisy dukes short shorts, much like the kind Gabbi wore, and black and purple sneakers with green ankle socks.
"So I'm on watch first right?" Daisy asked.
Zayna nodded, "Yup, you gonna go now?"
"Hmm, I'll wait for-" She stopped lacing her shoes when she saw Kyle and Gabbi emerge from the basement. "I guess I'll go now." She said causing Zayna to smirk at the convenient timing.
Daisy tucked her .357 into her small pocket, which although the pockets were tiny since the size of the gun was so small it managed to fit. Then she took the Remington 700 rifle and exited the saferoom.
Kyle could hear the locks on the door release when she left, and he approached the counter top where the weapons were laid. He always carried his Berretta in a holster the group found for nearly every pistol type, Zayna had one too, but since he and Gabbi were going to be doing the supply run today he decided to grab another gun.
They had scrounged up a few weapons over the months, and an adequate amount of ammo. They always took two loaded magazines out with them on short quick runs, if the trip was gonna be a long one they would take more. But since Kyle was only going next door he felt he wouldn't need too much.
He picked up a 9mm Intratec TEC-9 machine pistol with a barrel shield and two 32 round box magazines. Kyle always saw these types of guns as pieces of crap, merely spray and prey weapons but, it was what they had so he figured he might as well take it.
Zayna noticed that while her friend was choosing an extra weapon that he looked a little different. Almost unsettled or worried, Gabbi seemed fine standing beside him with her normal oblivious to the world ending demeanor.
"Hey are you alright?" She asked leaning over the counter to look at his face.
All she got in response was, "I'm fine." He checked the chamber on the TEC-9 to see if it was successfully loaded then tucked the spare mag' into his back pocket. "We're gonna do this quick and get back here right away. You gonna hang back and keep watch here?" He asked the shorter girl.
Zayna furrowed her brow, she still felt he seemed different but relented for now, she would bother him about it later. "Yeah." She told him and he stepped past her with Gabbi following in his footsteps. Snatching up his getting older high school backpack to collect worth while things in.
Once they left, Zayna locked the door behind them then went to retrieve her own weapon, which was debatably the best weapon of them all. A 5.56x45mm Colt M4A1 Carbine with an ACOG sight and fore grip. It was found hanging off an infected military vet, they figured he wouldn't need it anymore.
Out in the alleyway, Kyle and Gabbi walked half way down it before Kyle called up to Daisy as quietly as he could. "Coast clear Daisy?"
She knelt on the roof behind the AC unit with her makeshift dumpster/steel shielding at both her sides. She scanned the street through the scope on her sniper rifle seeing the road filled only with decaying bodies. "It's clear." She yelled back down, so Kyle gestured to Gabbi showing it was ok to follow him.
They moved around the side of the buildings out onto the sidewalk, some of the bodies laying around were much fresher then others. That was typically the survivors doing, while other dead corpses had been hanging around the streets for months, rotting and withering away day by day.
The building they were going to search through again was just a convenience store like any other but it was right by them so it was very easy access. Plus since it was the building Daisy was literally sitting on top of, they had somebody to cover them in the event of being snuck up on.
Just like any other stop n' shop type of establishment, the register counter was right by the entrance on the left, in the back of the store out of power freezers that use to contain canned drinks or other simple delights were now completely empty, multiple shelves and isle's though still had some pre-packaged food on them. Bags of chips, wrapped snacks, jerky, and several cans of baked beans.
Not much, but anything was always better than nothing at all. So the teen made quick work of moving up and down each isle collecting whatever food he could get his hands on and placing it in the bag. Gabbi while he was doing this, snuck past him to see if there was any more sugary delights on the register desk. To her dismay, Kyle had already made sure to clean those racks out several weeks ago for her.
When he first saw her doing this, he smiled. But then the memories of what happened in the basement came back to him and the happiness faded fast. He still had no clue what that whole escapade was but it wasn't good. It was almost like her infected instincts were starting to take over again just with no influence from anger or pain. It was like she woke up this morning not as Gabbi, but as a Witch. Only she snapped out of it when she looked at him, thank God.
Kyle had no idea what he would do without her, so needless to say he was still scared of that event but tried to just push it from his mind while he walked around the store. Once he reached the back room, his pack half full of stored food, he noticed that the back door was open leading to the street. He hadn't been to that part of town for the longest time, not since he and Daisy first arrived in the saferoom.
Nostalgia hit him when he remembered that his home was in that direction, everything he had to leave behind. That's when he remembered his phone, he brought it with him from the house and left it in the saferoom, but where was it now?
"Oh yeah!" He recalled mentally, "I put it in the…" His thought process stopped and he looked down at the back pack over his shoulder.
He spun it around to his front and unzipped the front pocket, and felt around inside. And there it was, the rectangular hard mobile phone still sitting there off. Very slowly the teen pulled it out of the bag and looked at it's dark surface seeing his own reflection on the screen. How could he have forgotten about it? It was as if his thumb had a mind of it's own as it moved mechanically to the power button and pressed down on it. Kyle couldn't remember if there was any power left in the battery, but it was off so if there was it could turn back on.
To his surprise, it did.
The Verizon logo lit up for a second then it went to his home screen. Kyle was in such shock he could barely move as nostalgia and memories ravaged his brain.
Meanwhile Daisy still sat a top the building looking down the right side of the street. She could've sworn she heard something but then again it could've just been her friends down below.
That didn't stop her from being on edge though, plus she couldn't help but feel…strange. Like something was watching her, that feeling where chills run up your arms and the hair stands up on the back of your neck.
She rotated her rifle still looking through the scope, sweeping the street. She just couldn't figure out what was bothering her while she still turned the rifle now looking at the gas station across the street with it.
"Something has to be-" She didn't even finish her thought when she saw him.
A man dressed in almost complete leather wearing a bandana around his head was aiming a pistol at her. She had less than a second to react as her head shot down to behind her cover when she heard him discharge the gun. The lead round slamming into the steel of the AC unit denting it but not penetrating.
Kyle and Gabbi turned towards the sound.
Zayna's head perked up and she looked out the saferoom door.
Kyle ran to the entrance of the store he was still standing him, his heart skipped a beat.
Six men poured out of the Cumberland Farms store all toting firearms and dressed…familiarly. Four ducked behind non-running cars while the other two still stood in the store.
Howls of maniacal happiness pierced the air as both Kyle and Daisy soon realized fully who was here. The moment they saw him. The man in the baseball cap.
"Woo! We found em' boys!" He shouted firing his Desert Eagle magnum into the ceiling of the store he cowardly stood back in.
Zayna ran to the saferoom door and shouted, "What's going on!?"
Daisy yelled back, "We're under attack!"
A.N. Yes, the cliffhanger returns in all it's glory :D
I'm writing like the wind now for some reason, inspiration has just hit me with all it's got and I'm using it yaaaay!
Sorry that this chapter was a liiiiittle shorter, but fear not the next chapter's will be worth. The next chap' is gonna be SOOOOO much fun to write so expect it to come very soon!
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