Author's Note
Hi! I really need reviews, so please review, and giving me any ideas or stuff I can do to make the story better is always welcome and appreciated. Anyway, I don't own Left 4 Dead, but I do own my OCs (Joeth, Madle, Ethan, Violet...blah blah blah). Anyway, please review and Enjoy!
She sits there, unaware to the rest of the world, sleeping. I stare at her, I have to admit, I'm a bit jealous. There she sleeps, safe and hopefully as comfy as can be. But me? I probably made the most huge mistake of my life saving this girl. I'm gonna have that pack on my tail until I slice every one of their corrupt little, poor excuses for throats. Oh, and I'll make sure their dead, deader than dead. I'll make sure every last one of them go to hell. I'll take them down there myself if I have to, drag them down there until my very soul lights on fire.
I start to glare, fire coming out of my eyes literally, losing control of myself again.
I'll pull them out of every lake of fire while they scream, beg for mercy, then I'll just smile at them and throw them back into the depths like the useless little fish they are. They'll suffer alright. I'll make sure of that. For every person they've ever hurt. For Jamen. For Ella. For Barth. For this girl. For everyone they've ever...!
"J-Joeth?" a timid voice calls my name. I quickly relinquish the flames by shaking my head. I look left and right, searching for the speaker of the voice, then notice the scared girl I totally forgot about sitting right across from me. I grin, eyes closed. That stupid gap in my teeth for some reason makes everybody smile, and sure enough, the girl gives a small smile.
"What's up?" I ask her, still smiling.
She sits up a little. "Well I woke up, and your eyes were all on fire and scary." she replies.
I'm frightened by this. "They were?"
"Yeah, it was creepy, they were, like huge."
I swear, if it were a cartoon, I would have done that little teardrop thing as I put my hand on the back of my head. "Heh, being a zombie has...bad parts to it."
"Like what?" she asks, sitting up more, eyes and ears perked. Her questions are really starting to worry me; they're getting too explicit.
"Uh,...things. Like...part...rotting flesh?" I don't really know what else to say without giving away the parts like where you sometimes lose control of your own mind and if not saved from it soon enough that it'll drive you permanently insane. Stuff like that.
"Ew!" she says with a grin.
"Yeah it's pretty bad sometimes when the maggots start breaking skin." I reply with a mysterious and sinister grin.
"That's so gross!" she says, waving her hands in front of her with a wide grin.
"Yeah, and when the vultures come around, it's real hard to keep off ya. And they're like taking on a wolf depending on size and if they're a girl or boy." I reply...maybe stretching the truth...maybe just a little. I don't why I feel like this around this girl as we laugh and talk about random things. I've literally almost never felt this free with a girl. We keep talking so freely, it feels like it'll never end. But...she asks it, finally asks the question we all dread.
"So, how'd ya get turned?" she asks, a big goofy grin on both our faces. But mine fades quickly, face turning white like crazy. Hers fades quickly, recognizing immediately that this is a touchy subject.
"Oh, sorry...didn't realize...you don't have to answer..." she says, looking down, a slight frown.
"It's okay, I've just never,*sigh*,never told it to anyone but Madle..." I reply, also looking down.
"But you still don't want to tell it to anyone?" she asks, definitely still interested.
I'm still nervous, but I decide to tell it anyway...
"Well, it kind of started like this..." I start.
*Flashback*
Two lone boys walk quietly on a sunny beach, joking around. The place looks much like any Earth beach, except the fact that it's on Planet Allath. They look like Earth boys; blond hair, chocolate brown eyes, twins. As the two boys walk, a man stands in the low water. Laughing, they don't notice the man until they're about a few feet away.
"Hey! Get out of our way old man!" the slightly taller one yells at the man.
"Zak, don't be so mean..." the other one says.
Zak snorts, "Joeth, don't be so naive, you gotta have strength, learn to fight for your right!"
"To party?" Joeth asks, a bored tone deep in his voice.
Zak sighs, crossing his arms, "You gotta learn, yo."
"Zak, I'm not like you, probably never will be." he sighs.
He just snorts in disagreeing. "Watch and learn little bro..."
He goes up to the man and pushes him forward, making him stumble, "I told you to get out of our way!" Joeth watches in horror as the man turns around, revealing his misshapen face and purple and blue skin, along with scars and and fresh wounds. The bite in which was now a demented purple color and revealed maggots wriggling inside of his neck proved it all. Zak takes a few steps back as the man then puts his arms out in front of him, reaching for the two boys and started to moan deeply, as he staggered toward them. As the two run, they are horrified to find a huge horde of more of the brainless stalkers. After a few moments, the boys find themselves surrounded. They go back to back as the horde shows no signs of dispersing.
"Zak, run!" Joeth tells his twin.
"Where?" Zak yells.
"Just run!" he cries, and they run. Zak makes it through, gray jacket torn to shreds and fresh cuts evident, but alive.
"Joeth! We-Joeth?" Zak looks around, to see the crowd more to the left, and in the pit, Joeth.
"Joeth!" as he runs, he hears a cry of his name, and two people come running. His cousin Barth, runs from behind him, grabbing his hands behind his back. Zak trips, and is brought to his knees, crying his twin brother's name over and over again.
"Zak he's dead. Dead. Zak! Dead." Barth tells him, trying desperately to calm down the distraught youth.
But Zak wouldn't give up. He wouldn't calm down until his brother was back at his side. Oh, Barth said, pleaded that he was dead, but deep down, Zak could feel that he wasn't. Now he just had to prove it. He then kicked his cousin straight in the shin and ran into the horde, tears running down his face and jumped into the middle of the action. There he saw it all. Beat and torn, his brother stood slugging it out on his brainless opponents. He was the underdog, and though strong as he was, this was an enemy he knew he could only hold back, never defeat.
"Joeth! I'm right here bud!" Zak cried out, and what happened next, he blames himself to this very day. Joeth stopped-only for a moment-and smiled, that quirky "I knew I could count you" smile, the one with the small chuckle that lifted his shoulders a little. But one of the zombies got smart, and grabbed his ankle, turning him upside down, and that's when the hunter stepped in. At that moment, it shrieked and pounced, landing right in front of Joeth, then taking a huge, infected bite into Joeth's shoulder, which proceeded to flow through his bloodstream rapidly. He cried out and the hunter let go, backing up. The zombie holding Joeth let him fall to ground, body limp, and hood slipped over his head. The whole crowd seemed to hold its breath as Joeth's body just lay there, not a zombie even took a glance at Zak. Joeth was dead, no doubt about it.
But even death can be defied in the worst possible predicaments. And as that saying goes, "everything is possible", sometimes it may be true. This was a definite possibility for what Zak saw that day.
Joeth's hand raised, then dug itself into the sand, and the other one followed in suit. The reanimated hands then lifted the body, and shakily stood up as the whole corpse of poor 10 year old Joeth Tabelo was reborn in the worst way possible. In horror, the body the fell into a crouching position. What was once the young and now neither late nor living Joeth Tabelo then looked straight at Zakariath Tabelo as he stared at it in horror.
"Run Zak!" Bartholomew screamed as a shot rang out, landing right into the chest of a zombie near Zak. "Run!" Barth yells at him again, and Zak finally starts running, tears blurring his vision, he gets into the small car in which his Cousin Ellis was sitting. But as as soon as he was in the car, Ellis started it up, and skidded away. Zak was about to ask about Ella and Barth, but once he looked out the window, he understood. The horde then stood around two figures, he couldn't tell who they were exactly, but he didn't have to. He already knew.
Ella.
Barth.
He had lost 3 friends today. A cousin. A crush. And a brother. No, Joeth was was much more than a brother. He was a friend. A best friend. His best friend. His only friend. As Zak looked out the window, he know he would always remember this as his very own D day.
"And that's pretty much it." I finish, head bowed.
"Wow, that's...that's terrible." she says, tears in her eyes.
I sigh. "Yeah, that's how it happens a lot, though. Family getting separated. Family eating family. Zombification isn't pretty." I reply with a smug smirk. I then yawn despite myself.
"I need some sleep. Madle should be here soon. Wake me up then." I say laying down, arms behind my head, looking up at the stars. I tug my hood over my head.
"Zombies sleep?" she asks quietly.
I nod my head, then fall into a deep sleep, just hoping that I won't lose control of myself again when I wake.