Post by Edenecho on Feb 14, 2012 3:35:51 GMT -5
This Fanfiction is based on a Left 4 dead, obviously, and a Left 4 Dead RP I did with Leslie.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 1
Chapter One.
A young man with short, messy blood-red hair trudged through the rain, AK-47 in hand. He heard soft crying, and glanced around to see a girl in tattered rags for clothes, sitting with her hands over her eyes. The young man kept walking, ignoring the girl, knowing that it was not human, at least, not anymore. He was in a large park, it was nighttime and the moon was full. The park was full of trees and flowers, and would have been quiet beautiful, had it not been for the mindless Infected wandering aimlessly around. In the center of the park there was a hill, and the young man walked towards it. He walked down some steps that led into the hill. The steps were hidden by bushes and other vegetation. At the bottom of the steps was a door, made of steel. The young man stopped in front of the door and looked at a security camera above the door.
“I'm back, let me in” He said.
A green light flicked on above the door, and it swung open. The young man stepped in, and the door closed behind him. A 17 year old girl with blond hair with red streaks in it greeted him, she wore a long sleeve plain black shirt, with a black leather jacket over the top, a short black skirt over plain black pants, and black sneakers. “Welcome back, Nick” She said.
“Hello, Abi,” he responded, looking at her lovingly. The girl's full name was Abigail and they'd met when the Infection first started, 6 months ago. They'd become close very quick, after just 2 weeks they were in love. They were well matched style-wise. Nick wore a black leather jacket, black leather pants with a chain on them, black fingerless gloves, and black boots.
A 26 year old girl walked in, she had kind blue eyes and long black hair. She wore basic jeans, a short sleeved dark red shirt over a long sleeved black shirt and plain white sneakers.
“How did the raid go?” She asked, looking at Nick, who'd been out raiding for food and supplies.
“Good, the mall still has plenty of supplies.” Nick replied, glancing around. “Hey Elizabeth,Wheres Darrel?” he asked the black haired girl.
“Hes in the surveillance room.”
“You let Darrel do surveillance? He'll just end up letting a zombie in because he though it was human.”
“Geez Nick, after all this time you still think Darrel has no brains.”
“That's because he doesn't. Hes gotten nicer over the months, but hes still dumb.” Nick sighed, he was tired after fighting off hoards of Infected on his way to the mall, and on the way back.
“You should rest, Nick. Tomorrow we'll get the signs out, and hopefully other survivors will see them and come here.” Abigail said, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“I can't believe how much time has gone by since this first started, and how it went so bad, so fast.” Nick yawned.
“Go to sleep” Abigail gently urged him
“Okay” Nick kissed her on the forehead, then headed down a long white hallway. Their underground safe house used to be a bomb shelter, but no one was here now, so for the last two weeks they had lived there, relieved to be out of the constant fight for life, relieved to be safe, after 6 months of fighting. Nick walked into his room. It was plain white, and the walls were bare. There was a bed, a dresser, and a mirror in the room. He walked over to his bed and sat down on it with a sigh. He thought back to when the infection started, he had flashbacks of that horrible day.
He was helping his mom clean the kitchen of their small apartment. it was a bright sunny day. They'd heard rumors of a sickness that was around, but they'd ignored it, figuring it would go away and that the news was making a big deal out of it for no reason...boy were they wrong. He was having a nice conversation with his mom, when she suddenly stopped what she was doing.
“Mom?” He asked, startled.
His mom put her arms over her stomach, and vomited blood. Frightened, Nick ran over to her.
“Oh my- mom are you OK?” He put his hand on her shoulder. She looked at him, and her eyes had a strange, unearthly glow to them. She threw him against the wall, mindless and violent. Nick stumbled, shocked. How could she have attacked him?
She proceeded to try to claw and strangle him, knocking him down. He kicked her away from him, and scrambled towards his dad's room. He got to his feet, and dashed to his dad's closet, where his dad kept his gun. Nick grabbed the gun and spun around, and was surprised to see his mom standing right behind him. She lunged at him and he threw up his arm to protect himself, and she bit his arm, hard.
He yelped in pain and shot at his mom, and hit her in the head. She released her grip on him and fell to the floor, dead. Nick dropped his gun and clamped his hand over the bite wound, then collapsed on his knees next to his mom.
“Mom?” He said her name gently. She may have tried to kill him, but he loved her, and now she was dead, and he'd killed her.
“What have I done?” he whispered, horror-struck.
Just then his dad came in, and he was holding his arm, like Nick.
His dad looked around for them, and found Nick kneeling next to his mom, with a gun laying next to him.
“Nick? Whats this? What happened?”
Nick's eyes were full of tears when he answered “I...S-she... attacked m-me...I...I had t-” As he spoke, Nick's eyes traveled from his dad's face to his arm, where he was holding his wound where he'd been bit while he was at the store. His dad didn't seem to hear a word he said, he just stared blankly at Nick.
“Oh, no...not you, too” Nick muttered. He knew his dad would soon attack him. He picked up the gun, stood up and aimed, right at his infected dad's head.
“I'm so sorry” he whispered, then he closed his eyes and fired. He heard his dad fall over, and he dropped his gun and fell on his knees, now crying uncontrollably.
The flashbacks ended, and a tear ran down Nick's face. He'd never really gotten over killing his parents . He laid down in his bed and fell asleep quickly.
A young man with short, messy blood-red hair trudged through the rain, AK-47 in hand. He heard soft crying, and glanced around to see a girl in tattered rags for clothes, sitting with her hands over her eyes. The young man kept walking, ignoring the girl, knowing that it was not human, at least, not anymore. He was in a large park, it was nighttime and the moon was full. The park was full of trees and flowers, and would have been quiet beautiful, had it not been for the mindless Infected wandering aimlessly around. In the center of the park there was a hill, and the young man walked towards it. He walked down some steps that led into the hill. The steps were hidden by bushes and other vegetation. At the bottom of the steps was a door, made of steel. The young man stopped in front of the door and looked at a security camera above the door.
“I'm back, let me in” He said.
A green light flicked on above the door, and it swung open. The young man stepped in, and the door closed behind him. A 17 year old girl with blond hair with red streaks in it greeted him, she wore a long sleeve plain black shirt, with a black leather jacket over the top, a short black skirt over plain black pants, and black sneakers. “Welcome back, Nick” She said.
“Hello, Abi,” he responded, looking at her lovingly. The girl's full name was Abigail and they'd met when the Infection first started, 6 months ago. They'd become close very quick, after just 2 weeks they were in love. They were well matched style-wise. Nick wore a black leather jacket, black leather pants with a chain on them, black fingerless gloves, and black boots.
A 26 year old girl walked in, she had kind blue eyes and long black hair. She wore basic jeans, a short sleeved dark red shirt over a long sleeved black shirt and plain white sneakers.
“How did the raid go?” She asked, looking at Nick, who'd been out raiding for food and supplies.
“Good, the mall still has plenty of supplies.” Nick replied, glancing around. “Hey Elizabeth,Wheres Darrel?” he asked the black haired girl.
“Hes in the surveillance room.”
“You let Darrel do surveillance? He'll just end up letting a zombie in because he though it was human.”
“Geez Nick, after all this time you still think Darrel has no brains.”
“That's because he doesn't. Hes gotten nicer over the months, but hes still dumb.” Nick sighed, he was tired after fighting off hoards of Infected on his way to the mall, and on the way back.
“You should rest, Nick. Tomorrow we'll get the signs out, and hopefully other survivors will see them and come here.” Abigail said, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“I can't believe how much time has gone by since this first started, and how it went so bad, so fast.” Nick yawned.
“Go to sleep” Abigail gently urged him
“Okay” Nick kissed her on the forehead, then headed down a long white hallway. Their underground safe house used to be a bomb shelter, but no one was here now, so for the last two weeks they had lived there, relieved to be out of the constant fight for life, relieved to be safe, after 6 months of fighting. Nick walked into his room. It was plain white, and the walls were bare. There was a bed, a dresser, and a mirror in the room. He walked over to his bed and sat down on it with a sigh. He thought back to when the infection started, he had flashbacks of that horrible day.
He was helping his mom clean the kitchen of their small apartment. it was a bright sunny day. They'd heard rumors of a sickness that was around, but they'd ignored it, figuring it would go away and that the news was making a big deal out of it for no reason...boy were they wrong. He was having a nice conversation with his mom, when she suddenly stopped what she was doing.
“Mom?” He asked, startled.
His mom put her arms over her stomach, and vomited blood. Frightened, Nick ran over to her.
“Oh my- mom are you OK?” He put his hand on her shoulder. She looked at him, and her eyes had a strange, unearthly glow to them. She threw him against the wall, mindless and violent. Nick stumbled, shocked. How could she have attacked him?
She proceeded to try to claw and strangle him, knocking him down. He kicked her away from him, and scrambled towards his dad's room. He got to his feet, and dashed to his dad's closet, where his dad kept his gun. Nick grabbed the gun and spun around, and was surprised to see his mom standing right behind him. She lunged at him and he threw up his arm to protect himself, and she bit his arm, hard.
He yelped in pain and shot at his mom, and hit her in the head. She released her grip on him and fell to the floor, dead. Nick dropped his gun and clamped his hand over the bite wound, then collapsed on his knees next to his mom.
“Mom?” He said her name gently. She may have tried to kill him, but he loved her, and now she was dead, and he'd killed her.
“What have I done?” he whispered, horror-struck.
Just then his dad came in, and he was holding his arm, like Nick.
His dad looked around for them, and found Nick kneeling next to his mom, with a gun laying next to him.
“Nick? Whats this? What happened?”
Nick's eyes were full of tears when he answered “I...S-she... attacked m-me...I...I had t-” As he spoke, Nick's eyes traveled from his dad's face to his arm, where he was holding his wound where he'd been bit while he was at the store. His dad didn't seem to hear a word he said, he just stared blankly at Nick.
“Oh, no...not you, too” Nick muttered. He knew his dad would soon attack him. He picked up the gun, stood up and aimed, right at his infected dad's head.
“I'm so sorry” he whispered, then he closed his eyes and fired. He heard his dad fall over, and he dropped his gun and fell on his knees, now crying uncontrollably.
The flashbacks ended, and a tear ran down Nick's face. He'd never really gotten over killing his parents . He laid down in his bed and fell asleep quickly.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Nick woke early to someone knocking on his door. He got sleepily out of bed and answered the door.
Abigail was standing on the other side.
“Good morning, Nick,” she said, cheerfully.
“Morning, Abi” Nick yawned.
“Do you want to come put up signs with us?”
“Sure, just let me wake up a bit, and change my clothes.”
“Did you fall asleep in your clothes? You silly. I'll wait by the door,”Abigail laughed as she left.
Nick went back into his room, closed the door and changed his clothes. As he changed his shirt, he looked in the mirror. Before the infection he hadn't had a single scar, Now his upper body was covered in them. He had a small scar over his heart, 8 in line with each other across his chest, and many others. The easiest to see were four diagonal lines from his right shoulder to his left hip. He sighed and put his shirt on. They had been through so much, and now they could be safe. The plan was to put up signs pointing other survivors to this place, so they could be safe, too. He grabbed his jacket and went out to meet Abigail and the others.
At the door Abigail stood next to a 21 year old guy who wore basic jeans, a plain gray shirt and basic sneakers.
“Hello, Darrel,” Nick greeted the 21 year old.
“Hey, buddy,” Darrel responded.
Nick looked around for Elizabeth,“Wheres Elli?”
Abigail answered,“She said she was going to stay and make a map of this place.”
“OK, you guys ready to go?” Nick asked.
“Yup,” responded Darrel
“You bet,” Abigail was clearly excited.
Nick went to the big steel door and typed in a code on the number pad next to it.
The trio went out the door and up the stairs into the cold morning light.
They were greeted by an eerie growl
“Hunter,” Nick said, “Be on your guard.”
Out of the shadows of a tree a shape pounced. It looked like a human wearing a hoodie and it had sharp nails. Its pounce was well aimed, but the survivors had been out there for 6 months, and the Hunter died long before it landed.
Nick, Abigail and Darrel proceeded to the nearby road.
Abigail glanced around, “Alright, where do you think we should put the signs at?”
“Along this road, along the highway, a few at the mall, and some at the park to show where the place is” Nick responded.
Nick walked over to a stop sign and taped a sign to it that said 'safe bunker, that way' with a little arrow pointing towards the bunker.
All of a sudden the ground began to shake.
“Tank,” Darrel said calmly.
“Make that TANKS,” Abigail spotted six Tanks coming at them.
“Holy sh- ” Nick's last word got cut of by a loud crash as a Porsche 911 landed about two feet from them.
The survivors were experienced, but six tanks was a lot.
“Run or shoot, Nick?” Darrel asked, hoping that run was the answer.
“Uh, both.” Nick answered, as he aimed for a tank's head.
The Tanks, who were big, muscular, and could easily throw a car, tried to pummel the survivors with anything they could find; cement, cars...semi-trucks.
“Whoa!” Nick skidded to a stop as a semi-truck landed in front of him.
“Keep running!” Abigail yelled.
Darrel was definitely running, he wasn't even shooting.
Nick ran around the Semi-truck, and shouted at Darrel, “Shoot, you idiot, shoot! Or do you want to leave the rest of us to die?”
Darrel started blind firing as he ran, getting closer to shooting Nick then any of the tanks.
“What the heck, you freakin' idiot?! Watch where you're firing!” Shouted Nick, who had just barely dodged being shot.
“You said shoot, so I'm shooting!”
“Shoot the Tanks, not me!”
Nick was an expert shot, and soon two of the tanks fell, but they were running out of room to run.
Ahead of them was a river, and neither Darrel nor Nick knew how to swim.
They all skidded to a stop.
“Not good,” Nick said, looking behind him to see the remaining four tanks gaining on them. “Shoot!”
They all fired, but the Tanks were closing in to fast. There were only two left now, and one was about to go down. Suddenly what seemed to be a sticky bomb landed on the one tank that wasn't about to die. It exploded, the shock wave sending them all flying back into the shallow water, and the blast killing both tanks.
The three young survivors sat up quickly, rubbing the water out of their eyes and coughing.
They heard a voice, rough with age, coming from the direction the sticky bomb had come from, “You youngsters a'right?”
Four heads turned in surprise to look at an old man, about 70 years old, who was holding a shotgun. He wore just a plain gray long sleeve shirt and blue jeans.
“Yeah,” Nick coughed, “Thanks for your help.”
“You're right welcome. I wasn' about to just stand by and let them tanks get yah,” The old guy said, “Though you probably should learn to swim, lad.”
“I've been a bit busy for that lately,” Nick laughed slightly. He stood up and went over to the old guy. “I'm Nick, and this is Abigail and Darrel,” He introduced them, and then held his hand out to the old guy.
“I'm Christopher,” He said, shaking Nick's hand. “It is a pleasure to meet all you youngsters.”
Nick woke early to someone knocking on his door. He got sleepily out of bed and answered the door.
Abigail was standing on the other side.
“Good morning, Nick,” she said, cheerfully.
“Morning, Abi” Nick yawned.
“Do you want to come put up signs with us?”
“Sure, just let me wake up a bit, and change my clothes.”
“Did you fall asleep in your clothes? You silly. I'll wait by the door,”Abigail laughed as she left.
Nick went back into his room, closed the door and changed his clothes. As he changed his shirt, he looked in the mirror. Before the infection he hadn't had a single scar, Now his upper body was covered in them. He had a small scar over his heart, 8 in line with each other across his chest, and many others. The easiest to see were four diagonal lines from his right shoulder to his left hip. He sighed and put his shirt on. They had been through so much, and now they could be safe. The plan was to put up signs pointing other survivors to this place, so they could be safe, too. He grabbed his jacket and went out to meet Abigail and the others.
At the door Abigail stood next to a 21 year old guy who wore basic jeans, a plain gray shirt and basic sneakers.
“Hello, Darrel,” Nick greeted the 21 year old.
“Hey, buddy,” Darrel responded.
Nick looked around for Elizabeth,“Wheres Elli?”
Abigail answered,“She said she was going to stay and make a map of this place.”
“OK, you guys ready to go?” Nick asked.
“Yup,” responded Darrel
“You bet,” Abigail was clearly excited.
Nick went to the big steel door and typed in a code on the number pad next to it.
The trio went out the door and up the stairs into the cold morning light.
They were greeted by an eerie growl
“Hunter,” Nick said, “Be on your guard.”
Out of the shadows of a tree a shape pounced. It looked like a human wearing a hoodie and it had sharp nails. Its pounce was well aimed, but the survivors had been out there for 6 months, and the Hunter died long before it landed.
Nick, Abigail and Darrel proceeded to the nearby road.
Abigail glanced around, “Alright, where do you think we should put the signs at?”
“Along this road, along the highway, a few at the mall, and some at the park to show where the place is” Nick responded.
Nick walked over to a stop sign and taped a sign to it that said 'safe bunker, that way' with a little arrow pointing towards the bunker.
All of a sudden the ground began to shake.
“Tank,” Darrel said calmly.
“Make that TANKS,” Abigail spotted six Tanks coming at them.
“Holy sh- ” Nick's last word got cut of by a loud crash as a Porsche 911 landed about two feet from them.
The survivors were experienced, but six tanks was a lot.
“Run or shoot, Nick?” Darrel asked, hoping that run was the answer.
“Uh, both.” Nick answered, as he aimed for a tank's head.
The Tanks, who were big, muscular, and could easily throw a car, tried to pummel the survivors with anything they could find; cement, cars...semi-trucks.
“Whoa!” Nick skidded to a stop as a semi-truck landed in front of him.
“Keep running!” Abigail yelled.
Darrel was definitely running, he wasn't even shooting.
Nick ran around the Semi-truck, and shouted at Darrel, “Shoot, you idiot, shoot! Or do you want to leave the rest of us to die?”
Darrel started blind firing as he ran, getting closer to shooting Nick then any of the tanks.
“What the heck, you freakin' idiot?! Watch where you're firing!” Shouted Nick, who had just barely dodged being shot.
“You said shoot, so I'm shooting!”
“Shoot the Tanks, not me!”
Nick was an expert shot, and soon two of the tanks fell, but they were running out of room to run.
Ahead of them was a river, and neither Darrel nor Nick knew how to swim.
They all skidded to a stop.
“Not good,” Nick said, looking behind him to see the remaining four tanks gaining on them. “Shoot!”
They all fired, but the Tanks were closing in to fast. There were only two left now, and one was about to go down. Suddenly what seemed to be a sticky bomb landed on the one tank that wasn't about to die. It exploded, the shock wave sending them all flying back into the shallow water, and the blast killing both tanks.
The three young survivors sat up quickly, rubbing the water out of their eyes and coughing.
They heard a voice, rough with age, coming from the direction the sticky bomb had come from, “You youngsters a'right?”
Four heads turned in surprise to look at an old man, about 70 years old, who was holding a shotgun. He wore just a plain gray long sleeve shirt and blue jeans.
“Yeah,” Nick coughed, “Thanks for your help.”
“You're right welcome. I wasn' about to just stand by and let them tanks get yah,” The old guy said, “Though you probably should learn to swim, lad.”
“I've been a bit busy for that lately,” Nick laughed slightly. He stood up and went over to the old guy. “I'm Nick, and this is Abigail and Darrel,” He introduced them, and then held his hand out to the old guy.
“I'm Christopher,” He said, shaking Nick's hand. “It is a pleasure to meet all you youngsters.”