I decided to make a Walking Dead/Left 4 Dead fanfic...though to be honest, I find it hard to take the deahts in Walking Dead too seriously. I feel bad for Hershel Greene at least.
Let me know what you think.
Oh, and Bill is alive in this fanfic. That might be open to change since nobody is ever safe in a zombie apocalypse (not in the Walking Dead, anyway) but for now he's still breathing. Perhaps he'll sacrifice himself. Who knows?
Chapter 1: Discovering Atlanta
As usual, Zoey, Francis, Louis, and Bill were looking for supplies. Once again, they had appeared on a movie poster, so it looked as if they were searching for food and water.
"See anything?" asked Zoey.
Louis showed Zoey a water bottle.
Of course, they would have to be careful. Zombies seemed to be everywhere these days. Did the military run out of bullets? They never seemed to run out of them. They thanked the Director for that...along with all the first aid kits they got. They were all doctors at that point.
Atlanta was no exception. Perhaps it would be best if they didn't stay in the city for too long. There might be too many zombies for even them to handle. What if there happened to be Tanks? Having a car tossed at them was never fun.
There didn't seem to be any car alarms in the city...but they might discover one eventually. And a single stray gunshot was all it took to set them off.
Personally the survivor foursome wished that they could find an area that didn't have zombies inside of it. It seemed like they did this every single day: fight zombies and loot buildings.
Fortunately, a lot of zombies weren't particularly bright.
But there were exceptions to the rule.
Louis remembered the time that he had been strangled by a Smoker.
"Help!" screamed Louis. It was times like this when he was glad he wasn't trying to survive the zombie apocalypse alone. That was a lesson in futility.
He had waited until his back had turned before attacking.
Fortunately, Zoey was there to save him.
"Smokers are such a pain in the neck." remarked Zoey as she pulled out a hunting knife.
They were much easier to deal during the winter, when they kept getting their tongues stuck.
Following that unfortunate incident, Louis decided that he was going to pay attention if he heard someone coughing. Chances are it might not be a survivor.
Anyways, they had noticed that they had started eating human flesh. Perhaps they figured they might as well considering that they kill their victims so often.
However, this supply run was somewhat different.
Instead of a zombie, they had found a survivor instead.
There was a young girl who seemed to be surviving the outbreak...despite her young age. She was about as surprised to see them as they were.
It was unusual, considering they had found her alone. Where were her parents? Had they given up the ghost?
She happened to have red hair and was wearing a pink shirt.
Curious, Bill decided to examine her.
With all the first aid kits that he used, he happened to know a thing or two about being a doctor.
He found something rather surprising.
Apparently, she happened to be immune to the virus. She simply would not reanimate. Even if she were bitten by a dozen zombies.
"What were the chances?" asked Bill.
It looked like she was lucky...for an apocalypse survivor.
Apparently, her name was Daisy. She was about ten years old by the looks of it.
"Hello?" asked Daisy. She sure hoped that the gang weren't murderers. Though she would be fine if they had killed walkers before. Those things frightened her. A lot.
For a moment, the four of them wondered whether they should take her with them.
Chances are she wouldn't survive on her own. She was kind of young.
Plus having someone who was immune to the infection could come in handy. They could find a cure if they were lucky...though they couldn't exactly administer it to thousands of zombies.
But on the other hand, they would have one extra mouth to feed.
Eventually, they came to a decision.
Daisy would be accompanying them.
They didn't find a person who was immune to the virus every day, that was for sure.
And they couldn't just leave her to be eaten by zombies...or the crazy survivors that loved to kill people.
She was excited, to say the very least.
"Yes!" cheered Daisy. Perhaps now she wouldn't be eaten by zombies. Considering her personality, she probably tasted...sweet.
As they went to Atlanta, they discovered a horde of zombies.
For some strange reason, they seemed to be eating a horse.
"Is horse liver really that delicious?" asked Zoey. She hadn't exactly tried it herself.
"Beats me." answered Francis. Personally he imagined that a horse would taste like glue.
Well, they needed to act quickly before they were discovered. The horse seemed to be distracting them for the time being, but that couldn't last.
But they had something that was perfect for dealing with a horde of zombies.
A pipe bomb.
"Fire in the hole!" exclaimed Zoey.
Zoey threw the pipe bomb and the walkers went to investigate.
They were blown up. Seemed that they didn't realize that explosives should be avoided.
Inside a nearby tank, Rick Grimes heard the explosion.
He had been hoping that the tank would contain ammunition that he could fire at the zombies...but no such luck. Seemed somebody had already used it against the zombies...and it hadn't worked on.
Anyways, Rick wondered what was going on out there.
"Did the gas station get set on fire?" thought Rick. Chances are there weren't anyone manning it now that the zombies had overtaken the city.
He sure hoped that the military wasn't nuking the city.
If so, he was a goner...though that WOULD be preferable to being eaten by walkers.
He wouldn't blame the military for nuking the city on account of the ridiculous amount of zombies. Did they try barricading the city? If so, it seemed that the barricade was falling.
Personally Rick wondered how out of all the times he could have woken up from being wounded in action, it was in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Now he was in the middle of a zombie horde.
He wondered if he should ask for help. Now that the zombie apocalypse was started, crime was inevitably going to be on the rise...which scared him on account of him being a cop.
He was going to need protection.
"Can you...help me?" asked Rick.
The five survivors looked at Rick curiously.
They hadn't expected to find two survivors on the same day.
Usually all they found were more and more zombies.
Rick had tried going to reunite with his wife alone, but that hadn't turned out too well. And he wasn't sure if the zombies were ever going to leave.
Perhaps if he was lucky he could find some survivors holed up in the city that could help him leave...but that might not happen.
It seemed that they were having some sort of stakeout.
The four of them noticed that Rick had a badge on his shirt. It looked as if he was a member of law enforcement...which was pretty redundant since all laws had been abolished by the zombie apocalypse.
Somehow, Francis wasn't sure he and Rick would get along. Before the outbreak had hit and it had become the law of the jungle, he had his share of run-ins with cops that he didn't openly discuss.
And a few of them were dirty cops, too. They smelled bad and they beat him bad.
Though Francis was wary of trusting him, the others didn't seem to mind. For starters, he was probably a good shot, which was useful to have when you were being attacked by zombies.
Perhaps they should give him a hand. Francis was outvoted 4 to 1 so he decided he might as well let Rick join their cause. Perhaps Rick would be willing to overlook his criminal background now that there was a zombie apocalypse affecting the entire world.
As Rick laid his eyes upon Daisy, he couldn't help but be reminded of his own son. A zombie apocalypse was especially bad for children. It gave them nightmares 7 days a week.
Hopefully he was still alive. Being eaten by walkers couldn't be pleasant.
He had heard him on the radio, which was a good sign. However, it seemed that the radio had cut off before they could warn him about the dangers of Atlanta.
"Were you...looking for someone?" asked Zoey.
"i was on my way to a survivor camp but...something went wrong." pointed out Rick. Terribly wrong.
But his fortune had turned around immensely.
Thankfully, they were able to leave the city without any problems. Seemed that the walkers decided not to take their chances with them.
And the survivor camp wasn't far from the city.
Meanwhile, fellow survivors were wondering how they would escape the city themselves. They couldn't help but feel worried that the walkers would discover their secret hideout and would barge in, adding them to the menu. And considering that zombies DID become more aggressive at night, their concerns were probably valid.
They had seen five survivors evacuate the city, so there must have been a way out. But they didn't know how they had escaped.
"Why does there have to be so many walkers in this city?" asked Andrea. Was the countryside too boring for them?
"Beats me..." answered Jacqui.
"What are we going to do? Go on our knees and beg for mercy?" inquired T-Dog.
"That's for wimps." answered Merle. Personally he wished that his brother Daryl was with him. But he was currently at a survivor camp.
Unfortunately for the survivors, though remaining in their hideout would ultimately lead to certain death, they couldn't just waltz out of it, either. The walkers would catch them...and they would end up becoming walker cuisine.
"We might be done for..." remarked Andrea.
Jacqui sighed. To be honest, she was kind of resigned to her fate. She wouldn't be lonely in the afterlife, that was for certain.
But Glenn wasn't convinced that they didn't have a way to escape. He just didn't give up easily.
Surely there was a way.
Suddenly, the man with the baseball cap had an idea.
What if they disguised themselves as zombies?
It sounded disgusting, but perhaps it would work.
Knowing the zombies, they would probably fall for it. They didn't seem to pay much attention to their surroundings.
So they disguised themselves as zombies...using the internal organs of zombies. They had managed to kill some on the way inside the hideout.
"I think I'm going to be sick..." remarked Andrea.
Still, it was better than leaving her sister Amy all alone or waiting for what seemed to be the inevitable. To her knowledge, she was at a survivor camp waiting for her.
Fortunately for them, it was sunny outside so it didn't seem likely it would rain and ruin their plans. Otherwise, they would have to wait a while longer before they evacuated the city.
But as they walked out of the city, they suddenly came across something unusual.
Apparently, though the zombie virus only infected humans at one point, the virus had spread to animals.
In this case, canines.
The zombie dogs began to approach them.
"Doggone it!" thought Merle to himself.
Unfortunately, they were attracted to the taste of walker blood.
They weren't as picky about their food as walkers were, who preferred live meat.
They began to lick the blood off of them.
Andrea whimpered.
Inevitably, the walkers started to become suspicious.
Did they...have an impersonator on their hands?
Perhaps it would be best if they left the city quickly.
Which they did...after being chased by a horde of walkers. The zombie dogs eventually licked off all the blood and guts from them.
They simply could not pass up such a delicious offer of meat.
Fortunately, there were no special infected with them. Otherwise, they really WOULD be in trouble.
"Where's the military when you need them?!" exclaimed Andrea.
"I think the military are dead. Did you see the unmanned tank?" asked Jacqui. Seemed they couldn't deal with the ridiculous amount of zombies in Atlanta.
"Did they forget to shoot the zombies in the head?" asked Glenn.
Jacqui wasn't sure.
Glenn wondered if he should reconsider if a dog was a man's best friend.
Well, to be fair, that phrase didn't seem to account for dogs turning into zombies.
Fortunately, it seemed to be in the clear.
They had that obnoxious Merle to deal with, but other than that, they were safe.
Relatively. It was only a matter of time before the walkers decided to leave the city to search for more victims. They didn't seem to stay in one place for too long.
It was best if they found more survivors to see if they could get some help.
"There wouldn't happen to be black people at the survivor camp...would there?" asked Merle.
T-Dog facepalmed.
Why did Merle hate black people so much, anyway?
What did they ever do to him?
Meanwhile, Lori was happy to see her husband once again. Though it seemed that he hadn't been able to get to the survivor camp on his own.
But for some strange reason, Shane didn't seem so enthusiastic about that...even though they had been friends before Rick's unfortunate accident.
Rick wasn't sure why.
Lori admitted to having sex with Shane, because she thought that her husband was dead.
Rick sighed. He supposed he might have done the same if he thought that Lori was dead.
Though to be honest, it seemed like Shane still wanted to have sex with his wife. Was his wife really that gorgeous?
At least Shane seemed to get along with Carl.
Fortunately, Glenn and his friends were allowed to join the group as well. For a man trapped in a zombie apocalypse, Dale was a real saint.
The same could not be said for Carol's husband Ed. Why did she marry him?
Merle saw Louis, and groaned.
T-Dog facepalmed once again.
Did you get the joke in the chapter title?
Oh, and Merle didn't have to saw off his hand this time. Lucky him.
Unfortunately, things will start to go wrong for the survivors at the survivor camp.
I might also feature the survivors from Left 4 Dead 2,. Depends on what the reviewers think. I'll feature the infected from Left 4 Dead 2. You know, like the Jockey.
Why am I including an OC, you ask? Well, lots of Walking Dead fanfics seem to include OCs. And I don't exactly mind comic relief.