¡Hola! Como estas? Languages are fun. So's the word 'language.' And cheese. Can cheese be fun? Ah, randomness. Anyways… Here's chapter four!

OH! And I got no reviews for the last chappie. Sad day. :(

Ellis' POV

"Rochelle!" I yelled, panicked. I looked around and saw her dangling high up on the side of the building, a long, slimy, grayish tongue wrapped around her. In one movement, I slammed a clip into my gun and shot at the Smoker. The Infected exploded in a cloud of dark green smoke, and the tongue surrounding Rochelle loosened. She fell to the ground, but not before I caught her.

"Come on Ellis. Bring her inside, it isn't safe out here." A voice called.

"Okay." I whispered. We all filed inside and barred the door. I set Rochelle down gently on the makeshift bed we had been on after the Tank. I checked to see if she was alive, which she was.

"Well, I think it's time we got to sleep." Coach said. No-one argued. Soon I fell into a fitful sleep.

Rochelle's POV.

I woke up, gasping. Then I realized the tongue was gone, the tightness released. I felt around my neck, and winced when I felt a bruise. A growl came from my stomach, and for a second I thought it was whatever had tried to attack us. I unzipped the backpack I'd been carrying around and took out a candy bar, peeling off the blue and white wrapper and biting into the Almond Joy. 'So much for joy.' I thought. I fell back to sleep as I finished my chocolate.

"Wake up. Ro. Wake up!" A voice called from above me. I muttered something back. There was a few clicking noises. Five seconds later, a piercingly loud alarm went off. I jolted upright, and glared at Nick through sleep-filled eyes. He had set the alarm clock to go off right now.

"Do you mind?" I growled.

"Not at all sweetheart." Nick replied, and started to walk away. I didn't bother telling him he was about to step on a long metal pipe conveniently laying there in his path. Nick yelled as his feet slipped under the bar and he landed with a thud on his stomach. I got up and walked past him. The others were already awake, and had seen the misfortune of the gambler. They chuckled, and Nick glared at them.

"Mind giving me a hand?" He asked irritably.

"Get up yourself, lazy-butt." Zoey replied, rolling her eyes. Zoey seemed nice. At least she wasn't a cheerleading snob who worshipped pink, sparkly cell-phones. I shuddered mentally.

"Come on; let's go kick some zombie butt!" Ellis yelled excitedly. I shook my head, smiling at the crazy boy. I wish I had that much energy.

Ellis kicked open the door, and rushed out. We followed and were shooting at the zombies almost instantly. Soon enough, a horde came. I think I also heard a Hunter.

"Stick together!" Louis called.

"No problem." Nick said sarcastically, because the horde had us surrounded.

"Crap." Francis muttered. Just then, we heard barking.

"Oh no." Coach said. The horde, once they heard the barking, backed off almost immediately. A couple of them growled, but were silenced by another zombie. We looked to where the zombies were staring, and saw a Saint Bernard trot towards us. It turned it's head and pricked it's ears, as if trying to decide what to think. It turned it's head towards the zombies, staring at them. They dropped their gaze and shuffled backwards a few feet. Nick whispered,

"They're scared of him." The minute he said that, the dog snapped it's head toward us. Zoey elbowed Nick in the ribs, resulting in a pained grunt from the latter.

The dog carefully sniffed the air. Suddenly, the Hunter I'd heard earlier screeched and pounced on Coach. Coach let out a yell, and before we could shoot the Special Infected, the Saint Bernard had let out a howl, turned into the wolf, slammed and pinned the Hunter to the ground. Louis and Ellis helped Coach up, and we stared in amazement at the wolf. The Hunter let out a terrified screech, but was silenced by the Saint Bernard literally ripping his throat out.

"Holy crap…" I muttered. Hearing my words, the wolf turned towards me. It turned back into the large dog it had been before, and all traces of blood on him vanished. He walked to me, and stuck his hand underneath my hand, wanting to be scratched on the ears. I did, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the attention.

"We should name him Killer." Francis spoke up.

"Hmm, nah. How about… Toby?" Zoey asked.

"Mutt." Nick suggested.

"Naw, Nick. We should name 'im Predator, or Doomageddon." Ellis grinned.

Coach said, "Nachos."

"No. Just no." Nick said.

"How about, hmm, Fang?" Louis suggested.

"His name's Teddy Bear." I told the rest of the group, holding up his tag.

"Cool!" Ellis said. "Ah like Predator better, but Teddy Bear's cool." Suddenly, a gun cocked behind me, and I froze.

"Hand over the dog." A voice growled.

Finished! Okay, I know this chappie is really short, but I ran out of ideas for it. On another note, I sent an email to Valve with four character ideas for L4D3. Go to my profile for a look at their personalities and stuffs! Peace! :D