A/N:

Disclaimer: I don't own Left 4 Dead or the characters. *Sobs uncontrollably* I wish I did. But it all belongs to Valve. I also Don't own any song lyrics or movies in this story, they all belong to their rightful owners.

Claimer: I own this story, plot, ideas and OC's.

Francis: Also, I own Viper.

Me: Uh?

Francis: Yeah you. *Grabs me, pulls me in and a wrestling match erupts.*

Louis: On with the chapter folks! *The two of us are struggling in the background.*

Amber: *Listens to the commotion with her face in her hand. Then looks at us.* You two are gonna break everything! *Louis stares in concern.*

Me: AAAUUUGGGHHH! HELPPPPPP!

Francis: Nope.~ *Laughs as he reaches over and shuts laptop.*

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Muffled shouts of excitement, protest and laughter sounded from behind a set of double doors. As the noises of metal bumping against metal, squeaking wheels and stampeding feet thundered down the hall.

The double doors slammed open. Francis, Jordan, Ian and Louis charged through pushing the others on various hospital equipment as fast as they could. Kayla stood on a bed with a serious expression and her arms spread out, staring forward while Beth rested on her knees next to her hooting and throwing a fist in the air. Zoey sat behind the two and looked ahead grinning, enjoying the feeling they were having some fun and not fighting infected for once. A startled Bill was pushed forward in a wheelchair, gripping onto the armrests tightly as Keirstan and Amber held on each other in a stretcher so they wouldn't fall off. Laughing as they went.

"This was important?!" Bill yelled over the noise.

They raced down a large hallway. Jordan moved his head around and slanted his eyes trying to get a better view of ahead. "Sit down so we can see!" He demanded, and Kayla shot daggers at him. She then glanced behind the guys when there was shrieking. A small handful of commons were chasing after them. The bed ran over a body part, causing it to jerk and had her fall back against her sister and Zoey as Louis whooped with joy. With a mighty shove, he sends the wheelchair barreling ahead and whirls around to open fire at their pursuers. Cackling over his gunshots. The infected went down easily; so the analyst ran back when Bill started to slow down and resumed pushing him.

The veteran smiled realizing he was actually enjoying this. "Ahhaha," he leaned back with his hands behind his head.

"My turn!" Jordan announced. He punched Francis hard in the arm before switching positions from pushing the bed with him to vaulting over the frame by the girls. At least, tried to anyway.

"'Eh! No! I ain't pushing all of ya when I didn't get a turn!" The biker yelled and reached for him. Jordan saw a hand hover overhead before he grabbed his shirt and tried to pull him back. The other three hollered as his body shoved against them. "It was my idea!" He laughed. "Bethany help! He's strangling me!" Jordan added while he stretched back towards Francis. Beth slapped his stomach as Kayla grinned and assisted on shoving him away.

Zoey threw her hands up as his legs thrashed on hers, "watch where you're kicking damn it!"

The bed bumped into the stretcher repeatedly which jerked it off course, while Keirstan and Amber shouted and tried to push it away. "You're gonna send Bill over!" Ian exclaimed while trying to keep the stretcher straight.

"If you send us over, I'm gonna send all of you over." Amber warned.

"Says the one who won't have everyone's weight put on 'er!" Bill pointed out, now also trying to shove the stretcher away.

"Ian! Go!" Keirstan made a whipping motion at him and he tried to run ahead of everyone, but was unable to when caught in between the bed and wheelchair. "I can't! We're trapped!"

"You will not beat me," Louis spoke, "for I! Shall! Prevail!" He went to run through clenching his teeth and knitting his brows together. Jerking the wheelchair harshly which made Bill almost fall out. Louis made some steps ahead as they continued to race down the bloodstained halls, when the stretcher rammed against the wheelchair again, after being slammed by the bed once more. Everyone was yelling as Ian and Louis tried to keep control of where they were going; while Francis kept his squabble up with Jordan who was now just baby slapping him. But they were still having a good time until they came across an opening. They ran through another doorway, where a large reception area came in view at their left. A part of a guard railing was broken off on the second floor where they were; and Francis wasn't paying attention to his steps and tripped over a piece of debris. He fell forward, the bed rammed more violently into the others again. The occupants were thrown around as everyone finally lost control and the team hurtled towards the broken rail. Louis went let go of the wheelchair but his shirt got caught on a hook, Ian was stuck in the middle and Francis tried to pull the bed back to keep them from falling over. But there was too much weight. The team soared over the edge and plunged towards the reception area, spreading apart in the air.

"FFRRAANNCCIISS!" Louis and Amber howled in midair.

Kayla spread her arms out to the sides again, with the same serious look on her face from earlier.

"WHEE-WHOO! WHEE-WHOO! WHEE-WHOO!" Zoey and Beth screamed in panic.

They kept hollering as the floor got closer until the group crashed into it.

Bill bounced away in the wheelchair until it toppled over and he rolled across the floor. The stretcher flipped vertically, sending Amber and Keirstan flying into some vending machines while it crashed and leaned over them. They looked up at it wide-eyed from their spots on the ground. Francis, as he shouted, was dragged across the floor since he held onto the bed frame which barreled through the area. Meanwhile Jordan, Beth, Kayla and Zoey all stared worriedly at the incoming wall. Until they smashed against it, leaving dents in the bed frame while they jerked forward into each other shouting in surprise. Louis pumped his arms and legs to keep up with the speed his body was going until he slammed head first into some crates and boxes. Then Ian fell on top of him as he went to remove himself from the pile. Plunging further into it.

"Uh...oh, my fuckin' back…" Francis muttered and placed a hand on it, scrunching his face as he went to get up.

"Someone's getting old." Beth proclaimed.

The groans soon turned into fits of laughter from where everybody was. In time they slowly shook the impacts off. Louis rubbed his head tenderly as he sluggishly walked away. All collected their weapons which were laid scattered around on the floor and Francis continued to massage his back uncomfortably. Bill laughed some more, "I'm old but didn't throw out my back."

"Yeah? So?"

"Would you like an X-ray?"

"No. I hate hospitals."

"Me too!" Kayla chimed.

"The reason being?"

"I was born here. Wait...hold on." He replied, as the veteran murmured something of that wasn't a good reason.

"Really?" Amber piped up.

"No. Forget that, I was born 'n raised in New Hampshire." He replied.

"Where?"

"Woodsville."

Soon commotion erupted and filled their eardrums before the conversation could go on. "Aw man, some are still in those gowns!" Keirstan pointed and chortled, as Ian jumped into the wheelchair before aiming his gun at the charging opponents. Amber ran to push him as he assaulted the infected.

"Francis!"

He turned when he heard Beth yell his name, finding both sisters standing behind the bed as she patted the mattress. "We got it ready for your achy spine!" She teased. He gave her the eye and a shake of his head before turning to kill off the commons. Seconds later, he felt it shove into him from behind forcefully, sending him toppling into it as it rocketed forward. "Guys what the hell?"

"You wanted a turn!" Kayla reminded.

"Oh right, I did. Onward! Move!"

"So do I!" Louis bellowed. He ran towards them from the side as they hurried in an opposite direction trying to get away. "Run you two! Go-ho!" Francis laughed.

"We're trying!" Beth exclaimed as they struggled against his weight to gain a good speed.

They failed as Louis body slammed on top of the biker who grunted loudly. "Get off you bastard!"

"Tough shit!"

"Puuuuush!" Kayla hollered. After a couple of moments, they were able to get good traction and took off as Francis wrestled the analyst away trying to shove him off. "Fire as we go fool!" Louis shot rounds over their heads and Francis punched him in the ribs, "be careful they're right there!"

"I know! I have eyes!"

Francis took care of the front as he leaned back in the bed. "Faster you tiny runts!" He picked off the ones jumping down from the floor they fell off from; their joints and bones cracked loudy and blood splattered all over upon crashing into the ground.

Keirstan gracefully danced around bashing in heads of those vaulting or were about to jump over another rail nearby. She spun all around, sometimes with her eyes closed as Zoey sang an odd tune in different tones. Suddenly, everyone heard a Charger howl from the shadows. It barreled through and sends the stretcher high into the air, taking Jordan and Bill with it while the special grabbed Zoey. The boys fired at it in determination as they flew through the area and the college student screamed in protest and pain as the Charger raised its arm mid run to slam her against the floor. It managed to couple of times, making her scream out more as it ran. Seeing this, Keirstan had stopped and she and Amber quickly found a tarp; Amber tossed one end over to her comrade while sending Ian and the wheelchair into the wall. They stretched it across the infected's path and watched with wicked grins on their faces. It tried to stop but ended up tripping over the trap and falling flat on its face while Zoey was torn from its grasp as the other two shot forward with it. Zoey skidded across the ground before coming to a stop; she laid there for a minute as she groaned, her bones aching now. She shakily lifted herself on her elbows, then brushed hair out of her face and sees them now ganging up on the grey thing. Yelling and beating on it mercilessly with their own fists and kicks.

"This is how we feel!"

In the background Jordan and Bill crashed on top of Francis and Louis. The wheels broke underneath the bed creating sparks and had the sisters run into it from the back. Meanwhile, a Jockey came leaping out from the hall, spreading its arms out trying to grab someone. Which caught Ian's attention. He gasped and pounced from the wheelchair shouting, "it just wants a hug ya'll! I'll give you one ya fugly miserable cretin!" He spread his own arms out and ran for the Jockey, who paused and watched in confusion. It retreats the other way as Ian swung his arms after it.

Moaning, Bill looked up from the heap on the bed to see the commons had stopped to watch the scene in front of them.

Francis looked barely conscious, Jordan was impaled between him and the large man and Louis hung over the frame limply. Kayla and Beth laid silently on the floor.

"H-why'd ya stop you filthy beasts?" Bill slurred, "come get some!"

The commons looked at each other. Some shrugged before they started screaming again and barreled forward. The survivors collected themselves, with some slaps against others to regain focus. Some swayed as if drunk, and the team ran forward together as well. Shouting battle cries. A Hunter and Spitter sat on the ledge from the second floor watching as though this was a movie. While a Boomer nervously peered around a corner from the room it was hiding in.

Everyone raised their arms once both sides were just feet from each other.

…

The reception area now looked like a war zone. The survivors had took some beatings however all of the commons were slaughtered. It made the specials run off to save themselves, and they moved on further up the building. Not without some fooling around though.

"Augh ngh!...Auh...I'm gonna need surgery…Someone! Where the hell's a doctor at!" Ian sobbed and laid across a surgical table as Amber held his hand. A light from above was pushed over him, they both looked at who moved it before Amber sighed unfazed. "I'll play doctor." Kayla held a scalpel in one hand, wearing a uline mask.

"Hey! Now that we're in a hospital, we can figure out how she can purr and the other crap she does!" Zoey exclaimed, throwing papers around as Kayla looked at her while narrowing her gaze.

"No!"

Then the scalpel was knocked out of her hand when someone threw a tray at her.

"No's right you hoodie wearing derp," Keirstan repeated. "Guys we need to hide all the sharp objects."

Amber hugged her as a thank you.

Louis stomped across a large desk with sass. He held a pipette and sang loudly into it while kicking things away and started to dance around.

"I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas plays. Fold 'em, let 'em, hit me, raise it baby stay with me, I love it. Love game intuition play the cards with spades to start, and after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart.~"

He slapped his ass, "what is he doing?" Beth asked. "I...I'm not sure." Bill replied as both watched in wonder. The analyst kicked an infected hard in the face, then punched another away who leapt at him from behind before swinging his hips.

"~Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh. I'll get him hot, show him what I've got. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh. I'll get him hot, show him what I've got.~"

He chucked a computer monitor at a third common. Then snapped his fingers.

"~Can't read my! Can't read my! No he can't read my poker face! She's got me like nobody. Can't read my can't read my, no he can't read my poker face! She is gonna let nobody. P-p-p-poker face. P-p-p-poker face. Muh muh muh muh. P-p-p-poker face, p-p-p-poker face. Muh muh muh muh!~"

He continued to sing with spit spraying from his lips and sway around. "I'm concerned for you boy!" Bill turned and walked away as Beth kept watching slightly amused. She soon ran off to find her brother.

Francis looked around a surgical room, where a body laid rotting on a table with X-ray sheets hung up on a wall. A blood bag hung from an IV pole; the crimson liquid looked quite old. Possibly contaminated by the way its color was looking.

"Does the deceased need surgery?!"

He turned finding Kayla still wearing the mask but now snipping a pair of scissors in the air.

"You'd be the worst doctor ever." He shot down with a smirk.

"It's called practice." She marched forward, "what are you doing? Don't touch it!" He kept her back using an arm, laughing lightly as she snipped furiously at the corpse. "I'll give you surgery!" Beth's voice rang. They looked towards her seeing she was holding a packet of needles with a dark excited expression. Her sister frantically scrambled into Francis, causing him to back up a little as Beth ran at them. Kayla blocked her and they started an odd version of sword fighting with their little instruments, leaning into their brother as he tried not to fall on the table and keep them from going too far with this. They all yelled over another, one for superiority, one for surgical matters and the other for reason as Francis held his arms in between them while the thread and needle criss crossed in different directions through the scissors. Entangling the handle as Kayla yelled something about plague doctors yet hating needles.

The biker eventually stumbled backwards and the table bashed off the wall making the corpse jerk off and topple the IV stand over. The blood bag burst open all over the floor and wall, and both girls had to pull him back from falling into it. A gross odor invaded their nostrils which all three of them made disgusted noises at and moved away from the mess quickly.

"Get outta my way senpais," Keirstan raced through the hallway pass them, pushing a yodeling Zoey in a wheelchair. "I need to send this patient to an asylum!"

"~You had to have it all? Yes I do. Well haven't you had enough? No, I'm addicted to it. You greedy little bastard you! When it comes to peanut butter, yes, yes I am.~" Zoey sang in an off key, obnoxious way. She glanced into a nursery they were passing by, then quickly turned away. Knowing well what was inside and not wanting to see it.

"I can feel her slipping away," Keirstan said to herself. "Do not worry my friend! I will save you!"

"AyEeEeEe!"

"Back in my day," Jordan croaked in an old man's voice, pursing his lips and squinting his eyes while using a walker carefully. Bill looked to him repulsed. "We!-"

"Can it, you'll hit my age before you know it."

Bill then felt something poking and stroking the back of his neck. Something cold. He went to grab it as he turned, and was startled when he felt clammy flesh. He cried out seeing he pulled a severed arm away from a chortling Amber. She blew up into loud laughter seeing the wild, repulsed fear in his face. Before he could saying anything though, a TV was thrown out of another room. Crashing loudly across the floor. Ian barreled out pounding his chest and howling at random.

"Fucking Tank." Jordan commented with Amber and Bill jumping at the crash.

Soon the team continued their trek up many floors, passing through some lobbies and by several quarantine rooms while taking care of pesky infected, and fooled around some more as they went. Francis, Jordan, the sisters, Zoey and Louis all flipped tables, stands and stretchers over at random while Keirstan made a face at the smell in the air. She looked around at the rooms and shields her nose, "I highly doubt this is safe to breathe in." She grumbled.

"Hang in there, we're almost out of here." Amber assured.

Some jumped over a bed sitting in the middle of the hall before Ian pushed it out of the way. They rounded a corner, finding an elevator by the end of the next corridor. Everyone stared at it in silence, "does it work?" Louis asked.

The floor number hummed softly above the silver doors. "Well, that's still on. So probably." Bill walked forward and pressed a button. The gears shortly started grinding from the interior.

Beth went to sit down on a second bed closer to the elevator as the waiting began. She rubbed her leg then pulled up her pant leg, revealing a large bruise streaking across the upper half. She hissed softly at the sight of it. She felt it, but didn't bother her. She just wasn't able to see it yet. Francis caught sight of the bruise and went over to her and knelt down, "what happened?" He asked, looking it over.

"Um...tc, I think it was when you pushed us in the train."

Francis met her eyes a bit surprised. He thought back to their subway episode, when he basically manhandled both of them during their escape. He realized how rough he had been. "O...oh…" he cast his eyes away shamefully in a quiet voice. "I'm sorry…"

Beth waved it off, "hey it's fine."

"Alright, alright. Come on!" Bill complained, as he, Zoey and Jordan watched the numbers slowly countdown. "I hope they're ready to pick us up." Zoey said with crossed arms.

Meanwhile Kayla wandered over to a fountain in hopes to get more water. Amber joined her side as she pressed the button while everyone else conversed behind them. The fountain gurgled a couple of times before spitting up some water. A satisfied look spread across their faces, only for them to fade in disappointment when the water turned a rusty brown; then it became a thick blood red. "Stop." Amber slapped her away when she went to flick some on the wall.

"How long will the trip be if anyone can guess. Like, where's the zone at?" Ian's question wasn't answered, however, since the team heard a Smoker scream before shot its tongue out at its target. It wrapped around Kayla, she yelped when jerked away as she and Amber scrambled to lock hands. Francis hurried for them while Ian and Keirstan went to help pull Kayla back. The biker blew the Smoker in pieces with the powerful bullets of his shotgun, then pushed her over to Beth while she made her way back.

More shrilling sounded from all sides. Jordan stared down the long hall before leaning in closely at the button and pressed it frantically multiple times. "Here they come guys!" Louis announced. He raised his gun.

From the left, front and right, the sick ran while raising their fists and swung at the air. The survivors showered bullets into them in unison, shoving the ones they missed away and taking them out with their melee weapons. "We're all attacking and way to close to each other!" Zoey hollered.

They spread out a little, Keirstan picked off a Hunter that was coming through an air vent; it dropped from the ceiling at the same time a Spitter came into view. "Hey someone take care of that cuntbag!" Beth nudged her head in the direction of the special infected while she blasted down some more of the attackers, so Louis did just that right as a bell ringed.

"Elevator's here!"

Acid burned the floor as the survivors went inside the shaft, alarmed seeing a large crowd of angry commons stampeding towards them from down the hall. Their footfall booming in their ears. Ian fell over a body, he scrambled backwards as all kept firing rounds at them while Jordan pulled him inside. Francis made sure Kayla and Beth were beside him before the doors closed right as they came up on them. Everyone listened to the commons pound against the elevator doors while the shaft shifted upwards. Music wafted from the speakers among the shakened group.

Louis looked up at the floor number, seeing they were now at nine out of thirty. "Huh," he broke the silence. "Thirty floors. At least we'll get a nice view of the city before we leave."

"Or die with one." Francis shrugged. Beth punched him.

They fell into silence again after Zoey yawned. The gears and wires grinded the further up they went. Kayla sat on Francis' boots; Amber hummed to the music solely.

"I hate elevators." Beth, Kayla and Francis said together.

Unknowingly to them, from the interior another Spitter climbed up a shaft wall and into a vent. It stared down at the incoming elevator before looking at the wires.

"Why? I find them kind of relaxing." Ian said. The number hit fifteen.

The Spitter sprayed its fluid all over the gears and wires.

There was a sudden tremor, alerting the group. The elevator stopped and a long metallic groan filled the air, as the survivors locked eyes with each other in concern before a very loud snap was heard.

And then they were falling.

Immediately, everybody grabbed onto what they could, screaming at the top of their lungs in sheer terror, feeling the shaft plunge down.

"THIS IS WHY!" Francis screamed.

The shaft screeched and moaned loudly, creating sparks against the gears and cables as it descended.

"Get down!" Bill roared, "everyone get the hell down now! Lay flat on your backs!"

Francis went to protest, but Zoey, Kayla and Beth pulled him to the ground. "Just fucking do it!" Zoey shrieked.

Soon they were all lying on the floor; squinting their eyes at the flickering lights while the elevator shook around. Some whimpered in fear and shouted seeing how quickly the floor numbers were decreasing. The weight of the pressure from falling felt unnaturally heavy on their stressed bodies. They were all now really screaming when the numbers fell into the one digits.

"Listen to me damn it!" The veteran bellowed, "once we hit the bottom! Ju!-"

There was a deafening boom as the elevator crashed heavily into the ground. The lights buzzed and cut off. Plunging the survivors in darkness and silence.

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A/N:

Me: *Resting a foot on Francis' chest with hands on hips in victory.* From this day on, never forget that you will not beat me!

Francis: *Looks at me and scoffs.* Yeah sure kid, I let you win.

Me: *Confidence terminated.* So? You'll snap me in half if we were actually wrestling. You're three times my size.

Francis: Three times?

Me: Height, weight and built.

Francis: *Looks down at himself.*...Alright true.

Amber and Louis: *Looks around wrecked living space and sighs unfazed.*

Louis: Who's picking this up?

Amber: You are Louie.~

Louis: Excuse me?

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