I'm Not Ready to Die

Chapter Eight: Changing Times Disclaimer: I don't own Left 4 Dead, Sentients, Cherrygrove, or Regenerators/ Iron maidens. (A/N) I am so sorry for the extremely long update; I've been busy, from testing to my birthday, to family parties every weekend. So I've finally found time to update.

The next morning I woke early to gather our supplies. I was sitting around waiting for the others to wake up, when I heard a knocking at the door. I upholstered my pistol and approached the door slowly. When I got to the door I saw a man, covered in blood and scratch marks.

"Help me." Was all he said.

"Are you alright?" I said

The man collapsed on the ground motionless. Then his body began to jerk and shake violently. At this point I noticed the bite mark on his wrist. Poor guy, he had just been infected and was becoming one of them. His body was still shaking violently. I aimed my pistol at his head and shot the man to put him out of his misery. I could have sworn that I heard someone say thank you after I shot him. After I had just witnessed the man becoming an infected I threw my gun at the ground in frustration. That was the first time I had actually seen anyone change in the one of the infected. It all looked very painful. I kept telling myself that I did that man a favor by killing him, but something made me think otherwise. Then the others walked into the room.

"I can't fucking take this anymore!" I yelled in frustration

"I was wondering when this apocalypse was finally going to get to you." Said Dylan

"Fuck you, I just saw some man turn right in front of my eyes, I don't even want to attack Cherrygrove; I just want all of this to end!" I said "It's just too much for me to handle."

Dylan helped me up, "Come on, I think it's about time we leave."

"Alight lets go." I said.

I opened the safe house door and carefully stepped over the man's corpse, everyone else did the same and we continued on.

Later

We were walking on the outskirts of my home town, WestVille, when the ground started to shake.

"Earthquake?" Dom asked

"There are never any earthquakes around here." I said. Then I heard a roar and a Tank came through the wall of a house.

"Shit TANK!" I yelled. The Tank picked up a car and launched it at us. We quickly dived out of the way. We opened fire on the Tank, but it just kept on charging towards us. It swung a big meaty fist at me hit me square in the chest and knocking the wind out me and taking me out of the fight. The Tank was about to crush me, but Dylan stabbed it in the back with a knife, therefore making the Tank pissed at him instead of pissed at me. While the Tank was chasing Dylan, Amanda helped me up.

"Thanks." I said

"WILL THIS THING JUST DIE!" I heard Dylan half screaming while running from the Tank.

"Dylan this is just one of those infected that has a very strong will to live." I said to Dylan as he ran by. I aimed my M-16 at the Tanks head and fired and after about 15 straight head shots the Tank finally fell.

"Thank god, I thought that thing was never going to die." Dylan said exhausted.

"Things like Tanks never die easily." I said.

Then we continued into town.

End of chapter

(A/N) sorry for the long update and short chapter.