No Mercy Chapter 5, a left 4 dead fanfic

Author's Notes - Thanks for all the support on this story everybody! And special thanks to ChristianDuchess-91 for the awesome fanart! If you all want to see it, check out the favs on my DeviantArt or just check out her page Albo-Beati7.

If this chapter seems a bit rushed and not nearly as good as the others, its probably because I'm tired from work and my mind feels like mush right now. But, I'm writing this while my brain is running on empty, so hopefully I gave it some potontal...wtf did I just write? Potential, yeah that's what I was going for. Need brain fooooooooood...

And now for the last chapter. Hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer - For the last time, I don't own anything Left 4 Dead related.

'All we want to do is eat your brains
We're not unreasonable, I mean no one's gonna eat your eyes
All we want to do is eat your brains
We're at an impasse here, maybe we should compromise
If you open up the door
We'll all come inside an eat your brains!'

"What the hell are you listening to Francis?" Bill scoffed as he came outside on the patio where Francis had busied himself with listening to an old satellite radio. He handed the biker a bottle of water and sat down in a lawn chair next to him.

"I don't know," Francis mumbled, opening the bottle and chugging it halfway, "Just came on. It's not like there's anything else on. Or anything to do around here."

The four survivors had kept walking and hadn't looked back ever since leaving the Hunter and Smoker to take care of the monster that had once been a human being. They eventually came across an abandoned army camp, still heavily fortified and stocked with plenty of leftover supplies of food water, and army apparel. It didn't take them long to make themselves at home in the log cabin that, after searching through all the rooms, they found out had once belonged to the commander of this small outpost. It had been a week since they left the deep part of the forest and were now living in relative peace at the very edge of the woods.

It was Zoey who first discovered the showers ran water, lukewarm as it was, and promptly spent the rest of their first day in the cabin in the shower, getting every speck of dirt and grime off of her and washing her hair repeatedly until she was satisfied that it wasn't one big rat's nest anymore. Presently though, she was in the lookout tower on the roof, more or less having appointed herself the group's lookout.

Louis had been busying himself with tinkering with the various radios around the cabin as well as making more than enough pipe bombs to last them a good while. He was currently trying to boost the signal of the only working radio, the one Francis was occupied with, by building a portable signal amplifier with parts from the other non-working radios.

Francis had raided every tent and picked up anything he thought might be useful, while Bill checked all of their invetory and made sure they had enough supplies to last a considerable time.

So far, they were all living normal lives again.

"Did you find anything other than this music on the radio?" Bill asked, hoping Francis had done something useful with his spare time.

"Nah, its all static. This is the only station that works and its just really this song on repeat. Its pretty funny actually."

Bill sighed and silently hoped Louis would finish that signal booster quickly as the chorus came on once again. During one verse though, his ears picked up something faint, not from the song, but near the entrance of the outpost. It almost sounded like...coughing?

"Turn that radio down for a minute!" Bill ordered as he got up and marched off the patio, his hand hovering above the pistol he still kept with him at all times.

Francis turned the radio down before calling for Zoey to get down off the roof and for Louis to come outside. Both emerged a minute later and followed Francis after Bill, stopping near the entrance and asking what was going on.

"Ia thought I heard a Smoker." Bill explained, looking around the barred doors and trying to catch a glimpse of the distinctive smoke cloud.

"Come on Bill, there's no Infected around these parts. We're safe here!" Louis said optimistically.

Bill made a disgruntled sound before moving to go back to the house. Not even two steps away from the door, the Smoker cough made itself heard by not only Bill the time, but to the other three as well.

"Alright, I heard that one." Zoey stated, her hands reaching for her pistols.

All four were now on guard knowing there was a Smoker somewhere outside. It shouldn't have mattered since the base's walls were impenetrable, except maybe for a Tank, but the Smoker was the first Infected they had heard around the woods for pretty much the entire week. If there was one Infected, there was sure to be more out there.

As if on cue, a Hunter's snarl also came from behind the enforced walls, quiet, but sounding dangerously close.

"Okay old man, we believe you now. So what's the plan?" Francis asked while loading his shotgun.

Bill looked through the bars of the door and didn't answer until he saw the infamous smoke clouda few yards away. "We'll all go out and take care of these Infected. Just to be safe, Louis, throw a few pipe bombs into the woods. Ready?"

With a nod from everyone, Bill opened the steel door and cautiously stepped out into the open. He could still see the Smoker's smoke cloud in the trees, but the Hunter was nowhere to be found. Even its growling had stopped.

"Careful people, I don't hear that Hunter anymore."

"Come on out wussy!"

"Francis! Would you be-"

Zoey's outburst was cut off as a shriek filled the air and a black figure soared towards and pounced on Zoey. Guns immediately pointed towards the Hunter, but before anyone could Fire, Zoey held her hands up. "Wait!"

It took a few seconds for the men to realize that the Hunter wasn't attacking Zoey, and something else was off.

The Hunter's hood was down.

A pale face was covered by shaggy black hair, while its bangs draped over its piercing red eyes. And on its right leg was medical gauze.

"Holy shit," muttered Francis, slowly lowering his gun, "That's...the Hunter from..." He couldn't finish, too startled by what he was witnessing.

The Smoker coughed once more before jumping down from the trees and revealing himself to the group as well. His face didn't have the bandages on it anymore, and the flesh seemed to have regenerated, minus the tumors. He looked a lot more normal, if not for the long tongue hanging from his mouth. In his right hand though, was a bloody, empty, sawed-off shotgun, to which he promptly tossed towards the group with it landing at Bill's feet.

The Hunter crawled off Zoey and stood next to the Smoker, both of them looking at the Survivors expectantly. Bill picked up the shotgun and examined it while Louis helped Zoey back on her feet.

"Well Bill," Francis started while slinging his shotgun over his shoulder, "I think we need a new plan."

"Francis! Would you turn that radio off already? That song is getting old!"

"It's not nearly as old as you Bill!"

"Seriously Francis, that song makes me want to shoot you dead right here, right now!"

"I want to see you try grandpa!"

"Would you both please keep quiet! I'm trying to work here!"

The arguing men glanced over at Louis hunched over the workbench before glaring at each other and sitting back down in the lawn chairs. They continued doing what they had been doing for the past few days; sitting on the patio and keeping an eye on the Hunter and Smoker that were currently at the far end of the base with Zoey.

Zoey had been all for letting the Hunter and Smoker into the base. Louis had been alright with the idea too, but didn't like the idea of the Infected sleeping in the same cabin as them. Francis had called Bill crazy (which wasn't exactly a surprise), and reluctantly agreed to clear out one of the storage tents for their new guests to sleep in. Said guests had made themselves at home almost immediately and that had given Bill an opportunity to study them both without all the scientific poking and prodding. It was a win-win for both sides.

Until the supplies started dwindling.

The Hunter's extremely high metabolism wasn't helping the situation, as he had to keep eating in order to burn the calories to run and jump. The Smoker wasn't much of a problem, but Bill had learned to keep his pack of cigarrettes out of reach of the Infected, having witnessed the thieving Smoker steal and use one of his precious cancer-sticks.

Francis had, of course, blamed Bill for the shortage first, and then argued that there would still be more food if the Infected weren't there. He would've won the argument too, if Louis hadn't announced that he was really close to completing the radio amplifier and that it should be ready by 'this time tomorrow'.

It was nearly Louis's 'deadline', as Francis called it, and everyone was getting anxious. If they could boost the radio receiver's power, then they would be able to locate another army stronghold and move on there. The problem would be allowing the Hunter and Smoker to enter the safe zone...

"It's finished!"

Both Bill and Francis nearly fell out of their chairs at Louis's sudden outburst, but managed to catch themselves just in time to see Louis sprint out of the cabin with a small rectangular device in his hands. He dashed over to the now-turned-off radio and started tinkering with it for a few minutes, while Bill whistled for Zoey and the two Infected to come back to the cabin. In the few minutes it took for Zoey, the Hunter and the Smoker to make it back, Louis had rewired the radio and successfully boosted the signal.

Bill grabbed the nearby reciever and tried making a connection on it, "Hello? Hello, is anyone out there? Can anyone read me?"

"Say your a cop, that always works."

"Be quiet Francis. Is anyone out there?"

After a few moments of silence on the other end, a faint sound was heard before the definite sound of engines in the background came aloud. Seconds later, a voice came through, "Hello? Are you there? We have received your call, over."

"We hear you loud and clear! We are currently at an army outpost somewhere on the outskirts of the woods, over."

"Copy that. How many of you are there?"

Bill paused and looked towards the Hunter and Smoker. After a moment, he replied, "Six. There are six of us here and that includes myself."

"Roger that. We'll send an armored truck to come pick you all up. Over and out."

As soon as Bill put down the receiver, he was asked the question he didn't want to answer at the moment. "So, what are we going to do about them?"

Before Bill could even attempt to answer that dreaded question, both the Hunter and Smoker perked up and started growling and coughing dangerously. The group could tell it wasn't directed at them, but the low warning growl of the Hunter and loud wheezing of the Smoker made it obvious that something else wass aggitating them.

"Get your guns ready and loaded people. It seems this fight ain't over yet."

Author's Notes - Okay sooo, maybe this wasn't the last chapter. The next chapter will DEFINITELY be the last chapter! Maybe...I don't know anymore.

Anywho, the song in this chapter is Re:Your Brains by Jonathan Coulton, which can be heard by playing the jukeboxes in L4D2. It's an awesome song, but be warned...sometimes it alerts the horde.

Remember, reviews make me a happy person, which in turn makes me write these chapters out faster! :D

-RulerofFire