I do not own Left 4 Dead Bill, Francis, Louis, Zone, the Hunter, Smoker, Boomer, Tank, or Witch. They all belong to VALVe. I also do not own the common infected, or the infection.

My story is about my own OC's with the exception of Claude, if you don't want to read about OC's or AU's them find another story

Hayden Strife is my own character, Claude Kogima is my brother's

Remember please review I can't fix any errors if no one says anything

p.s. the italicized text if written from Claude's point of view, written by "Claude" himself; don't review about his writing

The First Safe Room

As soon as Claude told me to take the twins to the shed I did. Only after he said that though, did I get a good look at the twins. The twins were Jonathan and Dwight Springfield. They were obviously identical twins. The only difference between them was that Jonathan had black hair with gold streaks and Dwight had gold hair with black streaks. They dressed similarly, black pants, blue shirt, and black shoes, though Dwight was dressed more formally with slacks, an oxford shirt, and dress shoes (I have no idea what they are called), I could tell that he would inherit his family's business while Jonathan, dressed in a blue tee, black jeans, and black running shoes, was going to inherit his family's fortune. A no brainier, both were Caucasian. They also stood at about 6'1" (damn it they're taller than me too).

The shed was located on the eastern end of the building next to parking lot. While we ran to the shed I noticed the one of the twin's car. It was a gamboge Ford GTX1 with black racing stripes, and side skirts. I thought to myself that these two really know how to spend their money. When we got to the shed I unlocked the number pad lock (1111).

"Jonathan grab the smaller attaché cases, a.k.a. the ones with smgs and pistols, Dwight grab what long and thin cases, a.k.a. the one's with assault rifles, rifles and shotguns, you can" I said as I was grabbing what I knew were Claude's personal attaché cases. His first one was 62" long, 11" wide, 16" tall and weighed almost 55 lbs. His second one was a lot smaller and lighter, at 18" long, 8" wide 14" tall, and weighed 5.5lbs. After grabbing Claude's cases I picked up two more, one was 31" long, 10" wide, 12" tall, and weight about 8 lbs. The last case I picked up was 34" long, 10" wide, 10" tall, and about 7lbs. Considering that I was at the limit of what I could carry; I hurried pack to the room that Clause had specified. I noticed that Jonathan was carrying a lot of cases, and Dwight was carrying at least six cases, needlessly to say I was impressed. After we had put the cases on the table I, in said room, we sprinted back to the shed for one last run. When we got in the shed we didn't grab any of the weapon cases, instead we grabbed the boxes of ammo. We pretty much took every caliber there was (.22 .38, .45, .50 BMG, .50 AE, .50 S&W just to name a few). We carefully but quickly took the boxes of ammo to the aforementioned room. When we got there Claude was already suited up, he strapped a holster for his Colt M1911 to his right thigh, his HK (Heckler & Koch) MP5K was hanging from his shoulder, the strap attached to the gun allowed him to do that, and his mysterious 55lb case was on his back attached to another, albeit thick strap.

"Ahh, Hayden, just in time. You can have first pick of the guns" Claude said as he saw us enter the room.

"Seriously!" Both Sabrina and I said. Ok that confused me, was this girl so concerned that Claude gave me the first choice of his guns. Shouldn't it be obvious that I would get the first pick; I did bring him his personal weapons, also I am his best friend, well that and he's kind of like the brother I wish I had.

"Why yes little Sabrina; I am serious that Hayden gets the first pick. I know that you might come from a powerful family, but Hayden is not only my best friend but he's also the younger brother I always wanted" he said in a way that almost as if he was a little child. I almost laughed right then and there, but I was able to control myself. I knew that if I laughed I would be the last one to pick a gun. That is if he let me have one at all.

"Thanks Claude" I said as I walked over to the table. I went to the two cases that I brought and opened them. I could not believe what he had in them. The first one was an IMI (Israel Military Industries) Tavor TAR-21; inside the other one was a FN SCAR-H CQC (close quarter combat). After I grabbed them I headed to my locker in the next room. When I got in there I opened it and took out a tactical vest, and put it one; I put it on so I have a place to strap the rifles on. Next I took out and strapped my 12" long MercWorx Tanto Chili and my 11" MercWorx Shiva knives (that I got from Claude to match his 9 ¾" and 15 ¾" long MercWorx knives named David and Goliath) to myself, the Tanto to my lower back at the waist, and my Shiva to my chest bladed end sticking up (both knives are in scabbards). After that was done I took out all the holsters I owned, two hip holsters, two thigh holsters, and two that I put on my lower back attaching them to my belt. The ones on my thighs were for my HK (Heckler & Koch) MK 23 Mod 0 pistols. The holsters on my hips were inverted (the gun I use in my right hand is on my left and vice versa) and they were for my double stack Colt M1911s. Finally the holsters on the belt were for my custom S&W (Smith & Wesson) Model 500s (custom in the way that they have six chambers instead of five, they also have a 10.5" barrel). Since I was suited up as well I went back to see if everyone else had picked their guns.

To my surprise everyone was pretty much ready to move out. I looked at the group to see that weapons they chose starting with Hershel. He was sporting an HK G36A2 with an AG36 grenade launcher, Armsel Protecta (Striker, Street Sweeper, or Jail Breaker whatever you want to call it). He also had two holsters on his thighs for his black sawn-off shotguns; man those things were short, about 13" long, there was no way in hell that those things were anywhere near legal, but right now, who honestly gives a fuck. Cerena had an M16A4 with an M203 40 mm grenade launcher and ACOG scope. She also had a B&T (Brügger & Thomet) MP9. She had only one holster on her hip that was for her FN Five-Seven IOM pistol. Enzo had a Benelli M4 Super 90 and a Franchi SPAS-12 with folding stock. He told us that he would use slugs with the SPAS-12. In the holster under his arm he had a Beretta 93R. Both Jonathan and Dwight were using M14 rifles, and FN had a holster on their thighs with a SIG P226. Lastly Sabrina had an HK SL8 and an HK MP7A1. In her holster she had a Beretta M9.

"Ok I know this is probably none of my business but why are you using an M9, Sabrina?" I asked when the realization finally hit me. "I mean the 1911 is a far superior pistol. You should know that your family is the ones that produce all COLT firearms" I said emphasizing the name Colt.

"Firstly you're right it is none of your business, and secondly the M9 is far more superior then a 1911. The M9 can hold fifteen rounds while the 1911 can only hold seven" Sabrina retorted

"Sure the M9 holds more than a maximum of eight or a minimum of one, but that's beside the point. The M9 is a small 9x19mm Parabellum rounds while the 1911 uses a .45 ACP. It's a bigger round that causes more damage and has more stopping power." I semi-shouted back

"Ok I understand that you love the 1911 but the truth is…" she started to say when Claude came up and slapped her in the back of the head. After he slapped her he spit on the ground and started to mutter something in Russian.

"Ok people we are going to be in groups of four. So I'm going to tell you all only once I'm Alpha One and Hayden is Bravo One" said Claude after he regained his composure. "My team will be composed of myself, Cerena, Enzo, and, sorry you two, but Dwight."

"What you're pairing me with the idiot who loves the M1911/M9!" both Sabrina and I shouted at the same time. Honestly I was pissed, she thought that I was an idiot just because I knew that the 1911 was a better pistol. Did she honestly believe that a small caliber bullet, I mean it was almost a small as a .22, was better than a .45? I guess when the time comes I'll have to prove to her that the 1911 is a far better weapon.

"Well yes, you two, I expect that you'll both at least try to put this difference behind you for now. I know that the 1911 is better, but right now there are far more important things to worry about." Claude said to us. "Now come on and get to your cars, in your case Hayden, your bike."

*five minutes later*

We all headed for our respective vehicles. Claude entered his jet black Koenigsegg CCX. I was surprised to find out that Sabrina owned the navy blue 2010 Shelby GT500. I saw Hershel hop through the window of his black 2009 Camaro. Cerena climbed in to her maroon Lancer Evo X. Enzo had the gunmetal green Nissan GT-R. Jonathan entered his Ford GTX1 and Dwight entered his crimson and Charcoal Dodge Viper ACR. We then quickly drove out of the parking lot and headed to the highway.

By the time we made it to the highway, our convoy moving at nearly 80 MPH. We were about half the distance to the 'Pleasure Center' when we came across a few stalled vehicles, some with the windows sprayed with dark red, some burnt or burning, and some flipped over. We pushed forward slowly, as to not damage our vehicles, and realized just how quiet it all was. The eerie silence, however, was soon gone and replaced with an increasing tremble. The sound was explained as 6 US UH-60s (Black Hawks), flying in formation, flew over us towards the city. They were all carrying armed troops. Claude killed his engine, stepped out, and walked over to me.

"Yeah, you'd have to be blind to not see those guns," He said, going on to explain the door mounted guns. I really didn't care. "We're gonna need a plan."

"You got that right" I replied to Claude. "So should we try and make it to the mall or something, 'cause I mean, I know that we aren't going to be the last ones to find out what's going on." I still couldn't believe that the six of us honestly didn't notice that something of this scale was going on, but I sadly knew that we wouldn't be the last ones to find out. I truly felt bad for those poor people who would find out by the time it's too late to do anything.

"The mall sounds like a solid idea, but let's head over to the school first. I have a few very important items still in my locker there."

"Are those items really that important?"

"I'm afraid that they are. I really need to have them on me."

"Fine we'll head over to the school and your team can help to retrieve whatever it is that you need." I said Claude; I knew that if he truly needed whatever it was that we had to get we would have to get them, but it angered me that he only told me about this now. Claude has a great habit of remembering important things in very inconvenient times.

As Claude started to head back to his car he made the announcement that he and I had just talked about. I saw that his team was slightly upset that they had to follow him there but they knew that if they didn't help Claude he would not help them if they needed or asked for it. His team followed without any argument.

"So Hayden, uhhh what are we going to do?" Hershel asked me. Now that is one question I don't know how to answer. I mean I want to go back and help Claude but at the same time I believe that he and his team are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves.

When finally found an answer I said "We'll head over to the first electronic store we find. We're going to take eight comlinks. After that we're heading back to the school to assist Claude and his team." With that said we got back into our respective vehicles and made our way to the closest electronics store.

~POV: Claude Kogima~

*As the helicopters pass*

The instant I saw the helicopters racing towards the city, I realized two things:

One: We just wrote the plot to a kickass action flick, and

Two: With the military involved (and needing reinforcements) that something serious was going on…and it'd be hard to get into the city with the (assumed) quarantine.

How did we miss this?

To get in would require some serious luck, or…

That's it, I thought. ..

I explained to Hayden that I would need to take my team to G. Freeman University (home of the Iron Crowbars) to get something out of my locker.

*later*

As my team and I drove onward towards the city center to get to the school, Hayden drove back the way we came from. Odd, but I shouldn't criticize him; after all, he puts up with all the random crap I do…

*later again*

When we got there, there were the remains of a poorly constructed barricade at the gates. There was an overturned SWAT vehicle, and a few SWAT officers. All of them dead, along with other scattered corpses, silently telling a story of how the zombies got to them, despite their automatic MP5s. It was a very sad sight, but we had to keep moving.

How in hell did we miss this?

I told the others that we had to get to the second floor of the 600 building, and that was all the way across the school. They followed silently; this was the first time they saw, smelled, and experienced death firsthand.

We half walked, half ran to the destination. Five minutes later at about halfway, or in the 300 wing [first floor (It's taking so long because certain areas are blocked off or caved in)], we started to hear weird noises. I don't mean weird-weird, but weird like when your really fat friend ate that last burrito when you told him not to, and now he's kinda throwing up everywhere. You know that sound. I immediately knew what it was, a Boomer. I played the game before, I would know…

I told my team to stay alert and to be careful, there was no need to let them know what a boomer was or what its special ability was.

I thought that it was a good plan, God thought otherwise 'cause the next thing that happened was that Cerena was screaming in disgust and I knew exactly why. She had been barfed on.

DAMM IT! I thought…or yelled, I still don't know.

We had taken care of the Boomer with a satisfying BOOM and then headed for the nearest bathroom, to get rid of the vomit and bile on Cerena. We turned on the tap and…

Just my luck… The city had stopped pumping water to this part of the city so, we did the best we could to wipe off the bile with what we had [thankfully there were paper towels still here and plenty of soap (public bathrooms, eh?)].

"Why did we have to get that stuff off of her so soon, Claude?" Enzo had asked me.

"Do you really want to know?" I replied in a, what I hoped to be, menacing tone.

"Yes I'm fairly certain that Dwight and I really want to know." He retorted as if he thought that I thought that I was better than him. To be truthful though I really was starting to get pissed by him, most of the time he was complaining just loud enough so that I would hear him. But I guess he could use a wakeup call, and as I thought this I smirked.

"Fine have it your way." I said nonchalantly, putting on a pair of glasses, a lab coat, and pulling out a clipboard. "The bile has a special pheromone that attracts all zombies that are close by. Considering there are bound to be zombies everywhere…" Oh that did the trick. Enzo's face showed that he had immediately regretted pissing me off. "Now shut up and follow me, we're close to my locker," I said as he checked outside for zombies, while I took off all the crap I put on.

*a few moments later*

I had found a Remington M870 by the corpse of a police officer; when I found it I emptied it to see how many shells were still inside. There were only four shells, but it was ok there; were corpses of his partners and they had the ammo I needed. Taking ammo from dead cops is just how I start my day, you know? I picked it up in the first place because I didn't want to use my other weapon if I needed more firepower than my MP5K could provide. Also, a shotgun wouldn't drain ammo in these corridors.

We heard the beating from behind locked and blocked doors, knowing that despite us cleaning off the bile, the zombies were still in full knowledge of where we were. Cerena was still gagging, half from being vomited on, and half from the horrid smell. It smelled like week old vomit left on its own…. Oh yeah huh…

~POV: Hayden Strife~

*Back after Claude Left*

As we made our way to the electronic store I couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty because I felt as if I had abandoned Claude. I need to stop thinking this way because I knew that I was going to go and help him as soon as I got the comlinks. Why was I getting com links, you ask; it was so that Claude and I could communicate between ourselves and our team without being too loud or close. Being quiet would be a must I mean the zombies would have no problem finding us if we were too loud. Damn it, I realized that Sabrina wouldn't care, she hated me because I knew that the M1911 was a better pistol than the M9 and would therefore fight with me as often as she could until I would agree with her. Which I wouldn't, but… I would find a way to get her to drop this little feud.

*later, at this very time Claude's group is under attack*

We made it to the electronic store, encountering only a small number of zombies, but my groups cars were able to flatten them no problem which is more than I can say if I tried to his one with my bike. Anyway when we got to the front of the store we all got out of our respective vehicles and grouped up. I went in first holding an MK 23 in each hand. I saw that there were five zombies in the store, two in the corner resting their heads on the wall, one sitting on the ground in the middle of the store throwing up, and two behind the counter, that turn to face me. I opened fire aiming each gun at the two behind the counter; both fell to the floor after being shot in the head. The shots alerted the other three zombies, reacting quickly I opened fire at them, but because adrenaline was running through me at that point, I emptied the remaining 28 rounds into the closest zombie to me before realizing the mistake I made. It was a good thing Hershel ran into the store as soon as he heard the shots I fired. He readied his custom sawn-off shotguns and literally obliterated the last of the zombies before they managed to claw at me.

"You ok?" Hershel asked me "By the way, why did you waste the rest of your mags on one zombie?"

"Yeah I'm fine Hershel, and I had a case off tunnel vision," I said with gratitude "also shouldn't you reload those things?"

"No don't need to each still has three more double shots( when two shells are fired one right after the other because they only have one trigger but can still fire one shot if pulled halfway)" he said as he snapped his guns down to eject the spent cartridges.

"Ok, now let's get what we came for and go back and help Claude" after saying that I headed to find said comlinks. After about ten minutes I found the perfect ones. They were small and the batteries could be charged by its solar panels. After finding the comlinks I noticed that there were some small but powerful LED flashlights and considering that we might have to travel at night why not grab some. So I did, I grabbed about forty and put them in the various pockets in both my pants and tactical vest. I also spotted some, what the display claimed to be, really powerful laser. I tried them out and wouldn't know for once the advertisement was truth; I could clearly see the dot on the wall, in the middle of the day, in a room with bright lights on. I was definitely taking some on these and now we only need tape to attach them to our guns.

"Ok guys we got what we needed and then some." I said "So let's hurry and go to the school to met up with Claude and his group"

*later*

We made it to G. Freeman University and I was worried, 'cause when we got there we saw an overturned SWAT vehicle and the remnants of people, but really worried me was that most the SWAT personal were nowhere to be seen. Pushing any doubt I had out of my mind I signaled for my group to move to the closest door in front of us. When we opened the door we heard gunshots (the buildings are sound proof); I knew that Claude and his group were in trouble and we sprinted as fast as we could to get to them, but when we got to the stars that led to the 600 wing (I really hate the layout of this school, I mean a wing on top of another) it was blocked off from the other side. I knew why though, something happened do that Claude had to seal off an entrance for the zombies.

"Hershel, did you bring any grenades for the AG36 on your G36A2?" I asked.

""Yeah but what good will tha…."he started to say before the obvious thing hit him, "You sure we have enough room to do that?"

"Honestly, I don't know but we won't do it if both Jonathan and Sabrina have a problem with it" I said hesitantly.

"It's not a problem" Jonathan said. I knew that he was eager to go and help his brother and I completely under stood the feeling; after all, Claude is the closest thing I have to a brother.

"Well it looks like it doesn't matter what I have to say now does it. I'm already out voted three to two." Sabrina said; actually it was more of a cross between a snarls and a hiss. Damn, this girl has issues them it comes to others not agreeing with her. It's going to be a pain in the ass to get her to follow orders without completely hating them.

"Fine; since that is settled everybody back up fifteen feet, to be safe, Hershel take the shot as soon as we're the safe distance." As soon as I said this we all hurried to get out of the AG36's 40x46mm grenade's blast radius. And as soon as we did Hershel immediately took the shot.

There was a big explosion and after the dust and debris settled we made our way to the direction that Claude's team's gun sounds were coming from. It took about two minutes but we saw them they showed signs of fatigue. I couldn't blame them though there were about fifty or so forms of rekilled zombies.

"You guys mildly ok? And why does Cerena smell like…." ("Yeah I/she know[s] shut up and Claude/I'll explain" both Claude and Cerena interrupted) I asked because they didn't look completely ok. Claude; was the only one unscratched, Cerena took a bit of damage, Dwight was covered in blood that we hoped wasn't his, and Enzo, well honestly he looked like crap. His clothes were badly torn, he had a couple of gashes on his arm, he looked slightly grey, but I guess that's because of blood lose, and the coughing like crazy.

"Yeah we're fine" Claude, Cerena, and Dwight said at the same time. But Claude then took over for group when he said, "But Enzo inhaled some of the smoke that the Smoker left when we killed it. And Cerena smells like shit because she was Boomer barfed" As soon as Claude

"A Smoker/Boomer?" everyone, but except for myself, asked.

"Yes a Smoker, it's a really tall zombie about seven feet tall with tumors all over its body. They have tongues that can stretch for about a hundred feet, and their tongues also regenerate." Claude said.

"And how do you know all this" everyone asked.

Before Claude could answer I told everyone the reason "That's because a few years ago a game was released that was about a 'zombie' apocalypse and the main characters came across infected, and special infected. The Specials were the Hunter, an agile one meant for pouncing its opponents; it also had a great leaping range. There were Smokers that Claude already explained. There are Boomers, giant fat zombie filled with methane that causes it to explode covering all those near it in a pheromone enriched bile that calls all infected nearby, and it also has a projectile vomit that is made up the same bile. Tanks are giant, muscular zombies that stand at about ten feet tall that uses its giant arms to pummel anything in front of it, and lastly there is the Witch the most passive yet deadliest one of them all. She sits in one spot crying until someone disturbs her, and when someone does they're a goner because of her razor sharp fifteen inch long claws.

"They also made a sequel only a year after the original was released and it featured three new infected. The Charger, an eight foot fall zombie with a massive right arm that was used to, for a lack of better words, charges at this prey and run until it hits a wall and at that point it'll start slamming its victim until it either died or killed the victim. The Spitter is a seven foot tall zombie that spits a highly acidic substance at anything that it can't infect and the acid starts to dissolve whatever it lands on, after being exposed to oxygen for only two seconds, for about ten to fifteen seconds. And finally there's the Jockey. This little bastard jumps on its prey and rides it- ("Like a jockey" Claude had interrupted) - wherever it wants whiles clawing at sad prey." I finished.

Everyone looked at us as if they couldn't believe what they just heard. And all of that information came from a video game (which none of them played). But after about five minutes of silence we headed to Claude's locker to get whatever it was he needed to get. Apparently it was his Military I.D. that showed that he, and anyone he wanted, would be allowed out (or in) of any quarantine. Now I knew why it was so important, there was definitely going to be a quarantine around the city. It now seemed so obvious to me. The second thing he took out were his MercWorx knives. After that was done we noticed that there were four people running to the gym (I saw someone in a red jacket, one who must've been a biker, an African business man, and someone wearing old 27th Infantry, "Wolfhounds" army jacket). We decided that we should follow. After all, we need all the help we can get, right?

*in front of the gym about a five minute trek*

Aside from Enzo, Claude's group was looking better, and besides a few scratches they were unharmed. Most of the blood had been the zombies'. I hated to think about it right now but I knew that at some point we would have to kill Enzo, because I knew he caught the smoker strain of this virus. It was obvious; I began to wonder how Enzo didn't pick up on this. When we walked to the gym I discussed with Claude that we would have to do it only when he changed and if he didn't retain any of his humanity. The journey to the gym was uneventful; I guess that the group we should thank the group we were following because without them, we would have h ad to kill the rest of the infected that we would have come across. By the time we made it to the gym Enzo started coughing like crazy. I knew that this was the moment; now or never.

Enzo leaned against a nearby wall, as he couldn't support himself during his fit of coughing. Many tumors began to grow from his arms, hands, and the entire left side of his face, at least as far as we could see. In addition, his fingers began to grow sharp (but short) claws. As he slowly began to look up from his leaning position, I quietly called his name while reaching for my S&W M500. He didn't seem to understand what I was saying, because when he turned to face me I noticed that his right eye was foggy, devoid of life. I brought my magnum to his head and fired. Everyone but Claude must have thought I snapped because they aimed their guns at me, at least until they saw the tumor covered body of what was once Enzo (why weren't they looking?). Then it clicked for Claude's team, because they knew what a Smoker looked like.

As his bloody form slumped to the ground, Claude said "Take a good look; this is the enemy. They might look like friends, relatives, and maybe even pets, but strike before they get you, most will not retain their humanity. To find out if they still remember you, you will have to try and communicate with them" Claude went on for about five minutes on Infection Safety 101.

"Okay, so we know how we should handle these infected. But what if some are in ballistic (bullet proof) armor?" Dwight had asked Claude after his "lesson" was done.

"Well if that were the case then you should aim for the unprotected joints. But what are the chances of that happening?" Claude answered

"Right now about one hundred percent, because a group of infected SWAT are just noticing us" Jonathan said.

We all looked behind Claude, and, sure enough, a group of ballistic armor wearing infected was just starting to look our way. And just as our luck would have it they started to run at us. Our group then opened fire at them. Unfortunately most of the group's weapons weren't a high enough caliber to penetrate the armor. Claude and Hershel were waiting for them to come closer since they both had shotguns, I was shooting them with my S&W M500s because I knew those could pierce the ballistic armor, while the rest of us just tried to slow them down while we looked for a safe place to hold out in. After a while of shooting armored SWAT infected, we made it to the dorms of the school and when we stumbled across a giant, reinforced, red steel door, with a small window, and Claude went and tried to open it. The door was one that opened inward and, with our luck, it was barricaded from the inside. Honestly I was pissed who in their right mind would barricade a door that other people might have to use. But luckily for us, I think, Claude always carried a small block of C-4 on him at all times. He threw the small block in the window and told us to run back. He then pushed the small handheld detonator as we were still wondering what he said.

The aftermath of the small but powerful explosion was that the red steel door had a small hole in it, about the size of your head, and the barricade on the other side was pushed back or destroyed. Most of us were thrown onto the ground by the explosion, with only Claude and I left standing, and we were both smirking like a pair of idiots.

"Now that was awesome! I never thought I'd see the day you actually used your C-4" I said, still smirking like an idiot.

"I know I never thought I would have to use it either, or that it would be that powerful for such a small amount." Claude said.

All of us then went in side I stayed out to make sure nothing followed, when I noticed that on one of the balconies there was a pale man in a blue suit, with a small briefcase, that looked at us with disgust. He quickly adjusted his tie, turned around and walked away. Ok I was confused, I knew that I would tell the group but my gut said that I should wait until I knew that that man was a threat. Anyway I quickly when back into the safe room and helped Claude to put a small barricade that we would dismantle after we had what we needed and left, but for now we took a small break.

A/N: please remember I need reviews to improve my story