A/N: I Know, I know. Long time - no update. But here is a chapter and I'm excited to get past my current life-problem that you don't want to hear, so I'll be writing the next chapter soon. I could also pile on excuses of why i didn't update but you don't want to hear that either. Enjoy the story.

Back-story

"So when do we get there?" Zoey asked Coach.

"I think we should do some more batting and, a little less chatting." Nick said, rather annoyed, whilst he swung his axe at an oncoming wave of infected. This is the thousandth time she's asked that! he thought.

"Right." Theo agreed with his "adopted" uncle.

Theo had been trying to put on a convincing act for his family. They hadn't bought it at first but they were beginning to believe he was getting over is sister's death, even though his whole being had no humour, or happiness left.

Francis was injured and counting the amount of head-shots he got. "99!" Nick had been quiet even more than usual, but on te occasion that he did speak it was strictly out of business, "Grenade!", or to make a bet, "Francis, I bet I could blow more heads of these b- errr... zombies than you, by the time we get to te safe-house!"

"Safe-house ahead!" Louis shouted and pointed toward an alleyway with the reassuring safe-house symbol.

With a smirk, Francis shouted, "You're on, conman!"

"Oh-" Nick whispered, catching him-self as he saw Theo looking at him,"Nevermind."

"So... Wait. Wait." Jill interrupted me, " I have to stand in front?"

"For the millionth time, YES!" I was explaining these "rules" to her and I felt like ripping my braid out, she was not getting any of this, and we were about to leave! "Because you're the shortest, I have to stand in front too! And, no, that does not mean that we have to enter any rooms first!"

"Okay! Okay! Get off my case!"

In the meantime let me give a description of myself: If you didn't pick it up earlier I'm about 15-16. I have long very dark brown hair tucked neatly into a braid that extends to my waist, with bangs that cover my scratched and scarred left eye. I had a nice dark purple long-sleeved shirt with nice baggy black jeans. And on my feet, some nice blue sneakers. Oh, and last but not least my weapon, a simple, but deadly assault rifle.

Anyways... Jill and I didn't really have that good of a starting off, but we eventually became friends.

"Got it now?" I said exasperated, after re-explaining some more rules.

"NO!" she screamed, "IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE!"

I guess not yet, so...

"YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE!" I shrieked.

...I think we should skip ahead. Just a little bit.

4 HOURS LATER

Our humble group of survivors had left the safe-house after many more rules were explained.

"Bam! Bam!" my so-called sister Molly shouted as she shot zombies, she was at least 20 or maybe older.

"Cool it!" Florence said, he is my so-called uncle."Do you want every zombie in the city to hear you?"

"Head-shot!" she yelled, paying him no mind.

"Ugh..." I sighed. She never pays anyone any mind!

"Does she normally do...that?" Jill asked.

"Yes." I sighed again.

We demolished more of those things. And somehow we got ourselves into a big brawl. I stood beside Jill, punching the zombies away from us while she shot the ones that I shoved. Jed was a one man army taking down zombies left, right, and center. Molly was on the top of a building,sniping with another one of my so-called family, Mari. Florence was shooting any thing that moved.

We soon finished them off... until some of the started to get back up. Jed was the first to act. He leaped on the nearest one's shoulders snapping it's spine, moving on to the next few he blew their heads off with his auto-shotgun he continued to do this until he ran out of bullets. *click* He took out some hunting knives and sliced tow of their neck with such force their heads were hanging on by their spine. Blood was everywhere and out of the corner of my eye I saw Jill cover her face and eyes. With the last one blood went on every one of us except Molly and Mari.

"Eww..." I dunno who said it but I agree with them.

I was scared of Jed. At that moment all eyes were on him. he was crazy-eyed and covered in blood. Everyone was scared of him at that moment and it brought me backwards in time...

****** MY FLASHBACK *******

Somehow I was happy. Not completely, but happy during a zombie apocalypse is an amazing feat for anyone. I had a family, a father, an uncle, and three sisters. Who wouldn't be happy with such a promise to escape?

I was also supposed to be sleeping. It was two years after zombies came into reality, not many could sleep with them roaming around but I could remember almost nothing from before so it was like I was born into this spoiled world. But what I needed now was some water.

I walked into the kitchen of the safe house we were staying in for the night. But before I got there, I heard voices coming from the door.

"Jed," Uncle Florence's voice was speaking. "What motives do you have for this?"

"Well why not, loyalty is key to survivin' in a' apocalypse and three of those girls actually believe that I'm their real dad!" my Dad said, or I thought he was. I didn't want to listen yet I was rooted to the spot, because if all of us thought he was our dad one of us had to actually be his daughter. He wouldn't lie to me would he? I was scared even more by what he said next.

"Why would you need loyalty anyway?" Uncle questioned.

"Loyalty would mean they would give their live to save us!"

"That would be nice..."

No! They wouldn't do that to us! I desperately thought, No... no...They couldn't!

"Well we better get to sleep," Jed said as he yawned

"We need more food for tomorrow." Uncle said.

"Okay then, lets wake Tia up an' loot that grocery store we saw a few blocks back."

My supervisors and Tia, my oldest "sister", left to gather food, which was very unlikely for it to still be there. While they did that I sat up in sleeping bag, I was careful to make sure they thought I had been asleep. I seethed with anger. I just sat there in a fury, like a raging bull with only a single string holding it back, to keep it from destroying everything in sight. I had trusted them! I thought back to the suppressed memories of the first major outbreak and I remembered my real father left my mother and I, promising to return but never did. But enough about him.

I realised I had fallen asleep when I woke with a tear-stained face. The room had only me, Molly, and Mari.

I should probably tell them. I thought.

Wait a second, Tia was still gone. Had they run into trouble or had they continued their search farther away?

"Tia?" I called.

"What's going on out here?" Uncle asked rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

I knew then what had happened. Jed and Uncle were okay and claimed they didn't know where Tia was. They didn't say anything about the food run they had gone on. They had run into trouble, and Tia had probably died protecting them. Or they had left her for the blood thirsty beings dominating the world we knew. Either way, I knew then that something had changed:

I knew that I could never trust Jed again.

******* END OF FLASHBACK ********

I stared at the heartless thing infront of me. No I don't mean a zombie, I mean Jed.

A/N: I know this seems like its going nowhere but trust me it gets more intresting than this. I hope...

I really hope you enjoyed the story! R&R ppl! Anonamous comments are on... I think... You should check! ;)

I dont own Left 4 Dead!