To make the time go by a little contest?

[Sandman77]

I have this cool idea.. Why not have a friendly contest of writing? We could write a short story at least 200 words max ca. 2000. The idea would be its about what happens in left 4 dead with all the 4 main characters being in it. Could go something like this.

Bill looked at Zoey whos faced was painted with fear. Her face was locked in one direction with her pistols ready to fire at the incoming horde of zombies. Sweat was running down her chin as she thought back on the death of her two comrades Lois and Francis who had been eaten alive only a few minutes ago attempting to barricade the only way into the warehouse. Where the final stand was to be made while waiting for rescue...

Maybe we could inspire the creators a little? ;)

[dontleave]

They dont eat...

[Sandman77]

Well you get the idea dont ya? ;)

[Sandman77]

No takers? :(

[crimtonic]

I'll go for it. Sadly i know nothing about the four characters, i can't even remeber their names.

I on the other hand, am working on a two chapter long fan-fiction cause i felt like it.

[dontleave]

Post it... Billy, Zoey, Louis and Francis.

I remember, my friend Billy just died this morning (I got the news during Calculus, stupid class im not ever going to need it, probably going to dev video games when I graduate)his girlfriend Zoey took it pretty hard. Louis and Francis are in Malcolm in the Middle :)

[Element118]

I've got something goin. It's going to be pretty long, but I think some people might enjoy it. It's going to give background to all the characters. It starts the day that the outbreak happens, and follows all four survivors all the way up until the beginning of the hospital campaign (because that's the only one I know about.) My writing style is kind of unorthodox sometimes, I guess, but its very much like R.A. Salvatore if any of you have read his stuff. So some of you will enjoy it, some of you wont. I'll finish the first chapter (about half way done) and post it to see what people think. If no on likes it, then too bad. heheh. I'll keep writing cause 1.) I love writing fiction and 2.) I'm sure there's a select few out there who might like it but not say anything. Hopefully it'll be up this weekend.

Edit: Alright, finished the first part. It's just and introduction of the characters and sets up the action. I know, it'll be boring to some. But I'll work as fast as I can on writing the next part which will have more action. It's a bit long, yes, but that's what makes it juicy. So see this entry as sort of setting up backgrounds for the characters (for those who wanted em, even though they're anything but official). Hope everyone enjoys it.

v v v v v v

[Element118]

Part 1

A distant voice called out her name, but the girl barely heard it.
"Zoey!" came the voice again, this time louder and accompanied by the rapping of an agitated fist upon the bedroom door. Zoey opened her eyes, just to squeeze them shut again.
Ugh, my head...
Her bedroom lights were still on, and she could hear her alarm clock blaring on her night stand right next to her head. Both did not help her hangover at all. The young girl had snuck out the night before to celebrate her graduation from highschool with a group of her friends. It was the first time she had ever drank alcohol, but she had to admit, it was a fun night. But now she was paying for it.
Zoey glared at her alarm clock, finding the will power to slam the snooze button and stop the buzzing, which had apparently failed to wake her up. It showed nine o' clock in the morning; she had only just gotten home two hours before.
"Zoey Anne Moretti! You had better be awake and dressed!" came the voice again, this time exasperated. It was Zoey's mother, Kathy Moretti. "The graduation ceremony starts in two hours!"
"I, uh..." Zoey began, trying to find something to say to calm her mother down while fighting to sit up against the pounding in her head. "I'm almost ready, mom. I'll...er...be out in a few minutes." She heard a scoff come from behind the door, betraying her mother's skepticism.
"Hurry up. We're leaving in a half an hour."
Zoey finally sat all the way up in her bed, discovering that she still had her clothes on from last night. A slight breeze tousled her long black hair, and she looked over to her window to find it still open. She never closed it after sneaking back into her room, she reasoned to herself. After rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and taking a deep breath, she swung her feet over her bedside. She looked around for a few moments, then stood up to get ready for her graduation ceremony. She'd have to find her gown, and get all cleaned up within a half an hour. She cringed, and began heading towards her bathroom.
But first, some aspirin...

* * * *

"I understand, sir, but..."
"No, you obviously don't! Get me your manager!" the man growled. The Everyday Electronics employee sighed and began scanning the store for a manager. After a few moments, his eyes landed upon the only manager working that day.
"Alright, sir. I'll be right back with a manager, just wait right here," he instructed. The man grumbled but didn't argue. With another sigh, the employee began towards the television aisle.
"You're doing fine, Dave," Louis assured his newest employee who was practicing price tagging the televisions. Having just been hired the day before, Dave needed to be trained. And, of course, Louis was the one who had the responsibility to do so. He was the manager on duty that day after all.
"Thanks sir," Dave said, and he continued scanning and pricing.
"Louis!" came a call from behind them. Louis turned to see another of his employees striding towards him, obviously agitated.
Here we go...
"Uh, we got a customer who wants to talk to you," the employee, whose name was Jake, said. Louis chuckled, looking past Jake to a middle-aged man standing towards the front of the store. They had been open for only an hour, and already there was a complaint. He had hoped today would be somewhat relaxed, but he knew that was never the case.
"Alright, thanks Jake," the manager said, adjusting his tie and rolling his sleeves back down. "You mind staying with Dave here? Just show him the ropes for pricing and all that crap." Jake nodded, and Louis walked off towards the waiting customer.
"Are you the manager?" the man asked before Louis could say a word. He was a heavyset man with a balding head and squinting eyes. He wore a suit and held a obviously broken DVD player in his hands.
"Yes, I am sir," Louis replied kindly, coming to stand before the man. "What can I help you with?" The man nearly shoved the broken DVD player into Louis's hands. Louis studied it, but it didn't take long to see what had caused it to break: someone had dropped it. It was obvious, yet the man stared at Louis as if it was his fault.
"I see, and you purchased this from here?" Louis asked. The man snorted, and produced a receipt from his pocket. Louis placed the broken DVD player onto the counter next to him and studied the receipt. "Says here you bought this yesterday."
"That's right."
"So what happened?" Louis asked, but already knowing the answer. It was a common event: a customer buys an item and takes it home only to drop it while taking it out of the box or setting it up somewhere it would obviously fall from. It was surprising how clumsy people were.
"What's it look like?" the man blurted. "It just fell apart as soon as I took it out of the box!"
"I apologize for that sir," Louis said, trying to diffuse the man's misplaced anger. He noticed that the man was sweating and pale, and that there was small foam collections at the corners of his mouth. "Let me take care of this for you. What's your name?"
"Bill Coleman," the man said. "And you're damn right you'll take care of it for me. I expect a full replacement." Louis just nodded and picked up the broken DVD player, taking it and the receipt into the back with him. He didn't even bother to ask the man if he had bought a warranty on the thing, not wanting the problem to escalate or last any longer than it had to. There was no way to prove that the thing had not come out of the box broken, even though Louis knew the guys in shipping and knew they were very careful with the transfer of the electronics. Not to mention the astounding amount of styrofoam the producers pack into their boxes. So, Louis would just give the man another one and open it in front of him to make sure that this one was not broken. Problem solved.
Sighing, the manager placed the box on a counter near the coffee machine, and started to make himself a cup. He knew it was going to be a long day. He could just feel it.

* * * *

"...countries like France, England, and Russia have closed their borders in hopes of quarantining this newly discovered virus. A representative of the Russian government explains that they simply cannot risk taking in any more who might be infected with the virus, recently named Aggressive Encephalitis, and that they have reason to believe the virus was brought into Russia from outside tourists, maybe from the U.S. ..."
Bill shook his head and looked away from the bar's television and the news reporter that was on it.
"Of course it was us," he said aloud. "It's always America's fault." The burly man behind the bar chuckled, turning away from the T.V. as well.
"Well, you gotta admit, Bill," the bar tender said grinning. "We make a good scapegoat." He chuckled again, this time joined by his old customer.
"I'll drink to that, how's about another, Francis?" Bill said, sliding his mug closer to the bartender. The old vet had been coming to this bar every night for the past two months and had become good friends with the bartender, Francis.
"You know," the burly man began. "If I hadn't enjoyed your company so much these last few months, I'd be pulling your damn tab!" He grabbed the mug and began filling it with beer. Bill chuckled again, and looked around at the empty bar.
"Well, I'm surprised you don't anyway. This place has been dead for that long, and you're definitely not making money on me."
Francis just grunted. It was true enough; the bar, usually the most crowded within five blocks, had been unusually empty ever since the new strain of rabies had been announced just two months ago. And the city was no different. Francis rode his motorcycle to work every evening, and each day the streets seemed to be less and less busy. Many shops and restaurants had closed up. The only place that seemed to be staying at the same level of activity, in fact growing, was the hospital. Every hospital in the city was packed, with waiting rooms full of sick and healthy people alike. Those who had the virus were held in the patient rooms, and those who thought they had it, but didn't, simply refused to leave until they were absolutely sure they didn't have it. And even then, they'd be back within days to have another check up.
Francis found it all a bit ridiculous. Having never been sick in his entire life, the man felt that more than three fourths of those complaining they had the virus were hypochondriacs. The bulky bartender handed the mug back to Bill and began wiping down the counter with a dirty rag. Both men fell silent as they listened again to the reporter on the television.
"So, what do you make of all this virus stuff, eh?" Francis asked after a few minutes.
"I've told you already," Bill said, taking a quick sip of his beer. "Some other damn countries using some sort of biological weapons on us." Francis rolled his eyes.
"Ah, yes, that's right," he chortled. "Them damn vietcongs, right?"
Bill just glared at him. The burlier man just shrugged.
"Well, you wanna know what I think? I think people just don't know how to take their damned vitamins."
"Right, Francis, that's the answer to this whole thing: 'Take more vitamins'."
The two men laughed. Just then the back door opened and the bar's owner came through, coughing violently.
"Still not feeling good, Jim?" Francis asked, going back to wiping down the counter.
"Yea," Jim said as soon as he had his coughing under control. "Feel like shit. I think I'm gunna go home for the rest of the night."
"That's fine, I'll close up," replied Francis. Jim threw him a pair of keys, which he caught and dropped into a pocket. As Jim passed the counter, he glanced up at the T.V. which still had the news caster on it.
"Two months and still no cure," he said. "It's as if the governments of the world are sitting on their hands."
"We were just talking about it," Bill chimed in. "I'm betting it's some government that let the thing lose." Jim raised an eyebrow to that.

*continued in next post*

[Element118]

"Biological warfare, eh?" he said, putting his coat on. "Never thought I'd see the day." He coughed again, more violently this time.
"Let's just hope you don't got it," Francis said. "Maybe you should stop by the hospital on your way home, cut in front of all those hypos down there."
The owner shook his head. "I'm fine, it's just a chest cold."
Francis just shrugged, seeing no point in pressing the man.
"Well, don't go dying on us there, Jim," Bill cut in, lifting his mug. "I don't wanna have to find a new place to spend my weeknights."
"Right, I'm betting that's exactly what you're hoping with that tab you've run up," Jim replied light heartedly. All three men laughed. They said their goodbyes, and Jim walked out the front door. Just then, a warning tone sounded from the television, and both men turned to see what was going on.
A man stood in front of a green screen which had video clips of what seemed to be rioting in the background.
"We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you this breaking news story. It appears that all across the nation, riots have broken out in sparse concentrations. Most are found within hospitals, which is not a surprise with how backed up they have become in the last month, and...." The man paused, putting his finger to his ear. He then faced the camera with a confused look.
"I, uh, just was informed that several of the riots have become violent. Casualties are being reported, mostly of people being beaten to death. Also, just in, it appears that many of the rioters are persons who have been diagnosed with Aggressive Encephalitis. Whether these riots have been started because of..." Again, the man paused, and again his finger found its way up to his ear. Francis and Bill exchanged glances, both unsure of what to make of it all.
"Ahem, well, there's been a nation wide alert. All civilians are instructed to remain indoors. The national guard has been called upon to bring down the riots. I have been instructed to get off the air so that the president may address the nation. Please stay tun...." Suddenly, the picture disappeared and all that the T.V. displayed was a fuzzy screen.
Before Francis or Bill could ask any questions, a loud crash came from the outside of the bar.
"What was that?" Bill asked, standing from his stool
"A car accident maybe," his burly friend offered. Both looked at each other, sharing the same bad feeling in their stomach's.
And that's when they heard the screaming....

[The One]

Real good, But people beating other people to death? not that scary, try people biting, tearing, mutilating people to death. Dawn of the Dead style or 28 days later style. Much better

[cush]

Were people actually eaten in 28 Days Later? You have to remember in L4D they are not really Zombies, but people infected with a Rabies virus and they are on a mad rage trying to kill you. Maybe some bitting would occur, but not for the purposes of eating. Even in the game when you fall on the ground the infected hordes kick you to death, so I think Element has got it down pretty well.

BTW, great job on the story Element. I really like it!! Looking forward to the next installment. There will be another part won't there?

[Element118]

Yes, there will be another part, heheh. I'll try and get it done as fast as possible, but like frog and squerl, ive got finals and am kickin my own ass studying for them. But I"ll do my best.

As for the "beating" instead of "eating" thing. I believe that the zombies in left 4 dead don't eat people, as well as in 28 days later. I havent seen that movie for a while now, but I recall people just being beaten to death. Now, I plan to portray the infected in my story as savage berserkers who will do anything to bring harm to their victims, so this will include kicking, stomping, punching, beating, scratching and BITING. So I hope that sates you're hunger for people eating people (no pun intended, heh.)

But yea, next part coming as soon as possible. Thank you both for your compliments.

[cush]

I WANT SECOND PART NOW!!!!!

Lol jk. I know how it goes during finals. I'm in the same boat the next two weeks :( Well good luck on your finals, I'll be awaiting for part 2 :)

[Sandman77]

good! I should write something too!

[hooray for zombies]

You are a great writer! You write clearly, without distracting the reader, props to you my friend. (oh, you also use punctuation correctly ;) )

[Kitten]

The door opened, I was prepared for an onslaught of undead, but instead infront of me stood four, raggedy souls. One was a teenage girl, a biker, an old man and an average person. I was pulled out of the closet, and handed a rifle. The older man explined we were making a break to the hospital. it was down the road, We busted open the door, guns poised down the alley. it was empty. We cautiosly proceeded down the street, eager and tense. We managed to get in the hospital, no zombies were in it. as we carefully descended the stairs, we stared to hear it.

Angry shouts rang out, beas like. As we reached the roof a horror met our eyes. A virtual 1000 zeds turned the corner, shamblin awkardly. One noticed our heads on the roof, and to our horror. we forgot to close the door. one at a time the group started racing towards the hospital. An onslaught of angry, hungr beasts. to make things worse, a huge figure was also making it's way towards our medical establishment. Batting aside cars and zombies alike! we didn't have much time to live.

[The One]

damn, your right I just saw the movie 28 days later, and they werent eaten, they were just bitten a couple times to the point where it looked like they were eating them. But they werent beaten to death cause the victims would just turn to one of the infected. I still think more biting and eating than beating. But the story was real real real good, you should make a book. I would buy it.

[Warheart]

Awesome story Element118, your style of writing is great. I especially like the idea of Francis and Bill knowing each other before the chaos begins.

[Element118]

Alright, guys. I'm done with finals, and finally home sweet home. I've got about a fourth of the second part done, and I"ll definitely have alot more time to write now that I'm home. So the second part will be out ASAP, I promise. Thanks again for all of your compliments.

EDIT:
I'll go ahead and post that 1/4 right now. It's a decent sized text, so it should be sufficient enough to keep the story going. Here you go:

Zoey scanned the radio, trying to find a station that would work. Her favorite station had cut out to static a few minutes ago, and now she was realizing that all the stations were out.
"The antennae is probably broken, sweet heart," her mother offered from the driver's seat next to her. "We'll have your father get it looked at when we get back home."
"Is he coming?" the girl asked, though already knowing the answer. Zoey's father, Edward Moretti, was a very successful man. He owned a construction company which held a very high reputation and was always getting contracts with some of the biggest companies in the city. But, as with most successful men, her father rarely had free time. He wasn't a bad father, though. He made time to spend with his daughter, and to make up for the time he couldn't spend with her, he would bathe her in gifts. Most would consider Zoey spoiled, but the girl would never ask for the gifts. They were more to ease her father's guilt than to pamper the girl.
"I told him to try his hardest," her mother said. "I know your father, he'll make it if he can." Zoey just sighed, not surprised by the answer. She stopped trying to find a working radio station, and turned to look out her window. She watched the buildings pass by as they drove through the city in which she had lived all her life. They were almost to her highschool, which was located near the center of the city. Her mother had ushered her into the car worrying that traffic would cause them to be late, but so far the roads had been eerily void of vehicles. Zoey paid that notion no more attention, however, for her mother's cell phone went off just then.
"It's your father," her mother said as she opened the mobile phone. Zoey sighed, guessing that her father was about to tell them that he wouldn't be able to make it. She turned her gaze back out the window, expecting her mother to hand her the phone any minute so that her father could apologize himself.
"Ed? What are you saying?" Zoey heard. She turned back, seeing a look upon her mother's face somewhere between worry and confusion. "Honey, I don't understand. Are you alright? What's all of that yelling? Why would we go to my mother's?"
Zoey's brow crinkled in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"Ed? Are you there?"
Her mother propped the phone to her ear with her shoulder, most likely to prepare to navigate the traffic up ahead about a block away that Zoey noticed out of the corner of her eye. She was looking at her mother, trying to decipher what was going on. She feared her father had been in an accident at some site he was overseeing. It had happened before, and her father had been in the hospital for four days after a crane lifting a pile of bricks had swung its load a bit too fast, catching her father's head as he walked by.
"Mom, what's wrong with—"
Suddenly, her mother gasped and swerved the car, causing Zoey to be thrown up against her door. Zoey looked out her window just in time to see a van slam into a display window of a retail store, the same car that had nearly smashed into the front of their car. The girl realized then that her mother had lost control of the car and was fighting to get the vehicle back onto the road, for they had been forced onto the walkway when her mother had swerved to avoid the out of control van. People were diving out of the way of the car, screaming all the while.
"Mom, look out!"
Too late.
They had entered an intersection, and Zoey's mother saw the oncoming delivery truck too late. It smashed into the driver's side of the car, and all Zoey saw after that was flying glass and dizzying blurs. Everything seemed to slow down as they were pushed by the truck, sparks flying everywhere. It seemed like it took years for everything to slow to a stop, and Zoey tried to focus her thoughts. Everything still seemed to be in slow motion. She looked down at her bloodied legs, and feared that they had been crushed. After a quick inspection, she realized they were only bruised and scrapped. The blood wasn't even hers, she realized to her horror.
It was her mother's.
"Oh my God. No, no, no!" she screamed, seeing her mother slumped over the middle compartment of the front seat, her forehead resting upon Zoey's left thigh. "Please, God. No!"
The girl began to sob as she shook her mother's shoulder, hoping against all hope that her mother would be ok. She screamed out for help, looking for anyone nearby. But she realized then that her scream was drowned out by the screaming of those around her. Dozens of people scrambled every which way, seemingly oblivious to the wreckage. A woman sprinted by Zoey's window, bloodied and screaming, taking no notice of the girl. A man ran the other way, wide-eyed and terror stricken. He held a baseball bat, which was gory at one end. Another man came stumbling out of a department store on Zoey's side of the street, the side of his head covered in blood.
"Help, please!" the girl cried to the man. He looked at her blankly, seemingly confused. Zoey continued to sob. "Please....m–my mother, she's.—"
Just then, two other men came rushing out of the department store that the first man with the head wound had come out of. Zoey watched in confusion and terror as the two men tackled the confused man. The three bodies fell to the ground in a heap of flailing limbs. One of the men who had rushed out of the store began pummeling the tackled man with his fists while the other man bit into his forearm. The assaulted man cried out in agony, screaming for help. Zoey couldn't think straight at that moment, couldn't comprehend what was happening. Two more people came running out of the department store, this time a man and a woman. The woman let out a blood-curdling screech and joined in the violent frenzy, stomping wildly at the now limp body on the ground.
Zoey couldn't imagine feeling anymore horrified at that moment as she watched the three people beat and rip at the man on the ground until she noticed that the fourth who had exited the department store had spotted her. At that moment, the girl could make out the man's features as the two stared at each other. His face was dark and gray, as if he was ill. His eyes were milky white and pupil-less. The clothes that he wore were tattered and bloody, as were his hands.
The man let out an unearthly shriek and sprinted towards Zoey like a demon from hell. She kept enough wits about her to unlock her seatbelt and scramble to get as far away from her window as possible. The man slammed into the car door with wild abandon and began reaching for the girl, snarling all the while. Zoey whimpered and did her best to kick at those gory hands, but she was too slow and the man was too determined. The man got a hold of the cuff of her jeans and held on violently against Zoey's flailing. She screamed for help, feeling as if she should be waking up from this nightmare by now.
The man began to pull her from the car....

[Swerve]

Loving your work element, although I have to say reading this stuff makes me want to play the game even more! With the girl helpless a squad of us should be busting on to the scene shotties blazing trying to help!
Keep up the good work, lookin forward to the next installment!

[Sandman77]

E118 way to go!

[Stupoider]

"Biological warfare, eh?"


Hmmm? Doesn't that sound familiar... -Thinks about Half Life 2-

[freakypred]

great story, keep it comming!

[Shrubberyjsc]

Dude! You can't stop it there!!!!1!1!! Keep going!!!!!

(I love it so far. Great work. You ARE a writer.)

[The One]

Make a book, I'll download it while I'm jacked in...................still wouldnt mind if they were eatin then beatin............but still real good

[Element118]

Wow, thanks guys. I didn't expect that many people to like it. I always thought my writing to be either too descriptive or too bland. I try hard to get a balance. I'm getting there with the next part, so no, it wont end there=) I plan to write all the way up until the four survivors (Zoey, Bill, Louis, and Francis) are on top of an apartment building (yes, right before the scenario that all the play tests have been on). I'm doiin this because like i said before, i like character backgrounds. And for a game like left4dead, having background STORIES of each character as well as how the outbreak began just adds to the gameplay. At least thats how I feel.

So yes, more is comin. I'm balancing getting work back together and getting a shadow job with a doctor at a hospital for the summer (I'm premed). But most of my free time goes to writing and/or planning the rest of this story. I'm lovin writing it. Thanks again, and keep an eye out for the next installment! =)

[hooray for zombies]

Now, I'm no book critic but I do read quite a bit and I have to say that your writing style has nothing wrong with it that I can see.
True, it's no professional work, but honestly, if it was, you wouldn't be posting it on a smaller, out of the way forum.
So keep it up, you have a true talent at this.

[Shrubberyjsc]

Something's got to give.... LOL

I would love it if you could fill in the time until the second part is released with this fan-fiction.

How close are you to posting another chunk? I check back every so often, and I would love to know what happens next!

=D

[caboos]

lol im a published writer im going to smoke you mofo's lol....just kidding i never written anything about zombies before but this should be fun :)

[caboos]

element you are amazingly good keep going

[caboos]

this is what i have so far on my poem im writing about left 4 Dead, im going to make a poem about how each character and how they came together.

remember this is the very beginning and is going to change allot (aka a work in progress)


This was a day just like any other
happy family eating, staying with one another.
they'v heard of pain they'v heard of strife
but they never thought of havening to face it all stedaly holding a knife.


All of a sudden such a happy day is broken by some screams.
This small family realized things are nothing as they seem.
outside they see, they see nothing but murder and fire
there fast glances outside quickly backfire
panic sets in, falling to the floor
both parents rush to lock all doors
Joe's older sister Zoey holds him tite
to try to keep away the fright
but deep down she knows what happening
this is it, the day of reckoning

[hooray for zombies]

this is what i have so far on my poem im writing about left 4 Dead, im going to make a poem about how each character and how they came together.

remember this is the very beginning and is going to change allot (aka a work in progress)


This was a day just like any other
happy family eating, staying with one another.
they'v heard of pain they'v heard of strife
but they never thought of havening to face it all stedaly holding a knife.


All of a sudden such a happy day is broken by some screams.
This small family realized things are nothing as they seem.
outside they see, they see nothing but murder and fire
there fast glances outside quickly backfire
panic sets in, falling to the floor
both parents rush to lock all doors
Joe's older sister Zoey holds him tite
to try to keep away the fright
but deep down she knows what happening
this is it, the day of reckoning


There was a zombie from nantucket.......

[caboos]

lol, its really that bad?

EDIT:i haven't slept in like 46 hours so if its sucks not my fault lol

[hooray for zombies]

Hmmmmm. I tried to post this once so if it double posts my bad.

Just joking around, my comment was in no way serious.

But 46 hours without sleep? I would only do that for Left 4 Dead (or any videogame of equal awesome value)

[Sandman77]

I think its good.

[caboos]

lol ya trust me 46 hours with no sleep is hell. i have bad insomnia so ya lol


and thank you sand man

hoooray for zombies i knew you were just joking lol

[hooray for zombies]

that's what I hate about forums, it's really hard to tell if people are being serious or not. Can lead to a lot of awkward situations.

[caboos]

ya very true

[Shrubberyjsc]

I try to make use of: ;) , =P , /sarcasm etc.

I hope Element isn't dead. I really want to read the rest of his story.

[caboos]

ya he has some skills writeing

[caboos]

know what iv found out no one els in the world is into poetry except me, so why'd i even almost think you guys would lol

[Element118]

Heh, I"m not dead. I'm really sorry guys, I know I promised more soon but I've been more swamped than I expected with work and other stuff I need to get done. Work especially; just worked a 16 hour day yesterday. But I'm still workin on it. I just saw 28 weeks later, so I've got a little inspiration from that. But I have to admit, I'm stuck. I'm trying to figure out how to get Louis into all the chaos without making it tacky. So, while you guys wait, how about you help me out? Got any ideas how I can get him into the action? I'll post what I've got as soon as its finished.

EDIT: I just realized after re-reading my past entries that I have Bill drinking at a bar extremely early in the day. Heh, that's a testament to my just putting this story together as I go. Sorry about that, but we'll just go with it.

[Winter420]

BLAH ZOMBIES BLAH WORLD BLAH KILLING BLAH DIES BLAH DONE


THERES MY ESSAY!

[dontleave]

(or any videogame of equal awesome value)

Left 4 Dead 2?

Left 4 Dead 2 should be called Left 2 Die. But thats kinda going backwards... since 4 is the product of two 2's and 2 is one half of 4.

[bub]

The idea of the 4 is that there are 4 survivors, left 2 die wouldn't make sense.

[dontleave]

2 survivors? It could have story also. By that I mean campaign. which would be the basis of the title, instead of the previous census.

[Quotidius]

Heh, I"m not dead. I'm really sorry guys, I know I promised more soon but I've been more swamped than I expected with work and other stuff I need to get done. Work especially; just worked a 16 hour day yesterday. But I'm still workin on it.

Nice to have someone as talented as you writing fanfic. Take your time.

[Shrubberyjsc]

"Oh my God...." Louis breathed as he passed all the rioters, breaking into stores.

He immediately thought of his own store, his mind raced over every terrible possibility.

He just knew that of all things, electronics would be stolen the most.

Something caught his eye, a man beating the crap out of an elderly man, who was lying on the ground, unmoving. The attacker was covered in blood, and he showed no signs of slowing his blows, even though it was obvious the old man was very dead. As Louis's car pulled near, he heard -snarling? Was the man really snarling? It shocked him to his very core. This was no ordinary riot.

Being a good samaritan crossed his mind, each fight he saw seemed more mismatched than the last. He told himself that if he ever saw a woman being attacked, he would stop and help her. But his fear told him he would not.

What difference can you make? You would just get yourself killed. The thoughts swam through his head. But he knew it was the right thing to do. But yet, how could he rationally do it? As he passed by more burned out stores, he thought over the logistics of helping someone. Get to them, help them to his car, speed away. He knew it wouldn't work. There was only one of him. His thoughts shifted. He couldn't risk his own life. It would be stupid. It couldn't possibly work, it would be a waste of his own-

And then he saw her.
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Hope this helps ;)

[hooray for zombies]

Wow, that's good shrubbery! I like how it leaves the implication of him and zoey meeting up.
As for you, element..... I'm sorry, we've found a replacement. Pack your things and leave

[Evilferret]

Day 1: Its Prada! 6:00 pm.

Zoey was in the Milton shopping plaza. She found a great Prada Purse. She flipped through her old purse and looked for her credit card. As she was stepping out she saw a tattooed man on a 2007 Motor Bike drive by. She was walking passed an Electronics chain store and something caught her eye. It was a new razor cell phone that was pink! She knew she had to have it. She went in and asked a black man for information about the phone and the price. As she was leaving, messing with her new phone, she saw an old man go into the store. Zoey walked to her mansion. Once she was there she called her friends and told them her new number. Once she was done it was 10:00 pm. Her parents weren't home and she decided to sleep.

Day 2: What's going on? 8:32 Pm

Zoey stayed home all that day waiting for her parents. She soon fell asleep on her bed at 6:00pm. Zoey woke up to her phone ringing. She answered it. It was her friend Jodie.

"Zoey! Get up! Help me please! There are riots and people attacking people!" Jodie Screamed.

"Where are you?" Zoey asked.

"I'm at the electric store...Oh god AHHHH!" Jodie yelled and in the background was screams, cries, crashing, and eating noises.

"Jodie! Jodie are you ok? Jodie speak to me!" Zoey cried, but no one responded but the cries and screams.

Zoey got up and changed into a Pink long sleeves shirt, long stripped socks, and Shorts. She got up and looked into her parent's room. No one was there. She opened her father's closet and got a gun. She knew from the screams something bad was happening. She hopped she remembers how to shoot a gun. It has been 2 year since she went to a shooting range with her father. She ran outside the house with her new purse but then it ripped open. Her cell phone fell out and broke.

"Cheep" She said and started running.

Out of nowhere a tattooed man stopped in front of her and said "Hop on" and gave her a helmet.

"My name is Francis, and you are?" he asked in a polite manner.
"I am Zoey," She said.

"Where do you want me to take you?" He asked

" Milton Plaza please" She asked, and Francis began to drive.

Once they were close a car came speeding down the littered road right towards them! Francis swerved to the left but hit a destroyed stop sign and they flew forward. There were people running everywhere. They both got up with hardly any cuts. They started running towards the electric chain store. People were chasing each other and attacking everyone. There was blood on cars, windows, and on the road. Francis looked at his broken watch. It said 9:50. Once they were closer to the store Zoey saw Jodie ripped in pieces. An old man and a black man started running towards them. "Hello, I am Louis and this old man is Bill." The black man said.

"We should hurry" Bill said running towards an old 1960's VW van.

A mother and a son joined them also. They all hopped in. Bill started driving but then a truck slammed into the side of the car. The car flipped onto it's back.

Day 3: Where is everyone? 12:02 am.

Louis woke up to silence. The car was on its side. He got out the car and pulled Zoey out from the back. She was still breathing. Bill started climbing out. Bill helped get Francis out for he was stuck. Francis woke up and got out the mother and son, but they were both dead. The car was smoking in the front. They all started walking towards a cop car. There were a few dead bodies but they had guns. Everyone had a gun. They started walking around looking for people, but there was no one. No one they're at all.

"We could go to my apartment and get some weapons. It is right over there." Francis suggested pointing to a building to their left.

They walked into the building there was blood on doors and on the floors. They went up 6 floors. Francis got his key out and opened his door. There were knifes and guns on the walls. They worked but they didn't want to take too many. Louis had an Uzi and pistol, Bill got a hunting rifle and lots of ammo, Zoey got dual pistols and lots of ammo, and Francis got a pump shotgun and a pistol. Zoey tried to call 911 to see what is going on but no one answered. Bill tried the TV and nothing was on. Francis grabbed a portable radio. They all walked out and when they reached the lobby there were 3 people standing there.

"Hey! What's going on?" Louis yelled.

The people turned around with blood on them and with red eyes. They started running towards them and Bill asked for them to stop but they didn't.
Zoey took the first shot and fired a few rounds into one. Everyone started shooting at them. They killed all of them.

"What are they?" Zoey asked.

"I don't know but lets try to get to the hospital and try to radio a helicopter." Francis suggested.
They ran out into the street. The hospital was a few streets down. As they were walking a group of 15 people ran out of a building and ran towards them. The 4 of them started shooting at them. 5 were killed. The 4 people started running backwards and firing. After a few minute they killed all of them, but then a fat man that was mutated came walking towards them very slowly. The survivors were in shock. The fat man was closer and Bill started to fire, but was puked on. Francis fired and the fat man exploded. A chunk of the skull hit Louis in the head.

" Ouch!" Louis cried.

" Don't cry about that. You should be lucky you aren't like Bill here..." Zoey said in disgust.

Bill tried to clean himself off while they walked. They were only a few blocks away when a horde of 30 people started charging toward Bill. They started running. Bill slipped on blood.

"Bill!" They screamed and started running back.

"Just go he yelled," Before the 3 people got too close " Save you self" he said.

They all ran into a building. They ran up some stairs. Louis and Zoey looked out the window and saw all of the people go after Bill. They ripped him apart and blood splattered everywhere. Some of the infected started running back towards they came from. Zoey cried a little but stopped once they got to the back door. They climbed over the fence. Once they got to the Hospital's entrance it was Smokey,
And a long tong rapped around Francis's neck. Zoey and Louis looked up and saw a strange mutated human with a long tong. Louis started shooting and almost hit Francis. Zoey started to fire at the tong and the thing dropped Francis. They started firing until finally they killed it. Francis got up coughing.

"Are you all right? They both asked.

"Yes" Francis said as he walked into the building.

Once they were inside there were about 5 people walking around but started charging after them. They all fired at them, but then Zoey was pushed down. Something was on her but she couldn't see it. It started scratching her. Louis aimed his flashlight on her and saw a foggy area. Francis fired at the thing hopping he didn't miss. The thing turned normal, and started darting away. They fired as if hopped away. It went into a room. They walked in there and started firing everywhere. Something on the ceiling fell on the ground dead. Zoey fired in its head to make sure it was dead. They went onto the roof. They all rested while Francis tried to radio help.

"I got a signal!" He yelled cheerfully "Hello is anyone there? If there is we need help something is going on and we are trapped on a hospital's roof. Please help us!"
"Yes who is this and what hospital?" A man answered.

"Hollan Hospital. Please hurry." Francis said.

"Yes we'll be there a soon as we can!" The man said and left.

They sat and waited, but then the ground began to shake. A big, gigantic, muscular man came out of nowhere.

" Oh my god!" Zoey cried.

They started Firing.

Ending 1 (Best). They all fired at the gigantic man. He jumped and Francis fell Bill came out of a door and helped Francis up. The man Grabbed a piece of the roof, but then a helicopter started firing at it. The gigantic man threw the piece at the helicopter but missed. The helicopter fired a missile at the man and it exploded. The helicopter landed and they all hopped on. Bill wasn't killed they were attacking a body that he had put some of the puke on accident.


Ending 2(Great). They all fired at the gigantic man. He jumped and Francis fell. The man Grabbed a piece of the roof, but then a helicopter started firing at it. The gigantic man threw the piece at the helicopter but missed. The helicopter fired a missile at the man and it exploded. The helicopter landed and they all hopped on.

Ending 3 (Good). They all fired at the gigantic man. He jumped and Francis fell, but got up. The man ripped off a piece of the roof and threw it at Francis. Francis was knocked off the building. A helicopter came and fired a missile at the man and it exploded. The helicopter landed and only Louis and Zoey got one.

Ending 4 (O.K.). They all fired at the gigantic man. He jumped and Francis fell. The man grabbed a piece of the roof and threw it at Francis. The roof had chopped Francis's head off. Louis was firing but some man ran out the door and ran to Louis, grabbed him, and they both fell off the building. A helicopter came and fired a missile at the man and it exploded. Zoey hopped on the building. She only Survived.

Ending 5 (Bad). They all fired at the gigantic man. He jumped and Francis fell. The man Grabbed a piece of the roof, but then a helicopter started firing at it. The gigantic man threw the piece at the helicopter and hit it. The helicopter exploded and crashed on the radio. The 3 of them finally killed the man but didn't get rescued.

Ending 6 (Worst). They all fired at the gigantic man. He jumped and Francis fell. The man grabbed a piece of the roof and threw it at Francis. It chopped his head off. A man ran out of a door and came after Louis. It grabbed him and they both fell off the building. Zoey fired but then a helicopter came. The man grabbed the Helicopter and threw it towards Zoey. The helicopter exploded. No one lived.

[Stupoider]

I pull up my pistol,
Aim at the door,
I kick it with might!
And it falls to the floor.

I look out and see,
The wonders of life,
But then I recoil,
To see my zombified wife.

I am not scared,
Of this rotting hag,
But the thing I find worst,
Is her resemblance to Sandra Bullock, which I kind of find really weird in a sense... One because Sandra Bullock is WAY out of my league, and two because... meh, Sandra Bullock screamed too much in Speed.

I pull back the trigger,
And into her head,
Goes the bullet of my pistol,
And now the bitch is dead. ( >.> )

But now here comes the good part,
As I stand there in blood,
That a million, billion, trillion, quadrillion, gigantillion zombies,
Appear in that little neighbourhood.

So I scream and I shout,
As my inards are spread out.

I begin to talk,
As I look up to stare,
I say with all my might!
"Look! A cabbage over there!".

The zombies do fall,
For my cleverest of tricks,
But my limbs are all gone...
But I still have my <insert genitals here>

And that is my tale,
Of gore, love, and deceit...?
I bid you farewell,
Because I have school tomorrow and it's twenty past midnight. Bugger you all! :D

[Shrubberyjsc]

Wow, that's good shrubbery! I like how it leaves the implication of him and zoey meeting up.
As for you, element..... I'm sorry, we've found a replacement. Pack your things and leave



Well, I'm glad you liked it, but that was just 10 minutes' work before I had to go to class.

I'm not trying to fill anyone's shoes, I just wanted to help with ideas. Element feel free to plagiarize. Or if that's not your style, you can just get the feel for how they could meet.

Element, please don't quit! At the most I would want to tag-team with you, not replace you.

[Quotidius]

I pull up my pistol,
Aim at the door,
I kick it with might!
And it falls to the floor.

I look out and see,
The wonders of life,
But then I recoil,
To see my zombified wife.


Oh My God.

More, pwueeaze!

[Stupoider]

xD

[MrToodles]

lol nice...

[caboos]

crazy

[hooray for zombies]

Well, I'm glad you liked it, but that was just 10 minutes' work before I had to go to class.

I'm not trying to fill anyone's shoes, I just wanted to help with ideas. Element feel free to plagiarize. Or if that's not your style, you can just get the feel for how they could meet.

Element, please don't quit! At the most I would want to tag-team with you, not replace you.


you're acting like you have a choice....

We have your family.

[Shrubberyjsc]

Err, my family eh?

Well I think you got the wrong family, 'cause I just saw mine....

Better luck next time with that kidnapping thing. Have you thought about a career in sales? That might work out better for you.

[Element118]

Sorry hooray for zombies, not going anywhere. I'm having too much fun with this story. I like your excerpt Shrubberyjsc, especially the interverted conflict that Louis experiences. I do plan to have Louis meet up with Zoey. I was goin for a slow but steady union of the Left4Dead group; ya know, start with Louis by himself, Zoey by herself, Bill and Francis together, then go to Louis+Zoey and Bill+Francis, then finally bring them all together. Though I like your idea, I think I've got an idea for Louis.
While I've been thinking up ideas for Louis's introduction to the chaos, I wrote more about Francis and Bill...which I'll put in my next post. It's pretty long and somewhat thrilling so I hope it tides you over till I can get Louis and Zoey to meet up. Thanks again for all of your compliments everyone, and keep the helpful ideas comin if you can.

And sorry again hooray for zombies, I'm stayin =P

EDIT: forgot to say I really liked your poem stupoider. I found it entertaining=)

[Element118]

Bill reached the front door of the bar first, with Francis coming out behind him. They both immediately knew where the crash had come from when they saw the shattered front window of a closed down restaurant across the street. There was a car halfway through the shattered window, and the two men could make out the silhouettes of two people in the front seat. The people in the car appeared to be fighting or struggling with each other, and the screaming was coming from within the car.
Thinking someone to be badly hurt within the car, Bill and Francis rushed to it, approaching the passenger side window. Bill reached the door first, and opened it. There was a man in the passenger seat who was leaning over into the drivers seat, straining against his seat belt to reach the woman who had been driving the car. The woman was screaming and trying to fend off the man, who was obviously trying to bring harm to her. It only took Bill a few moments to determine what needed to be done, and he began to pull the man off of the woman and out of the car.
&quot;What the hell are you doing?!&quot; he said as he managed to face the man towards him. Bill's eyes widened when he saw the man's face; pale gray with pupil-less eyes. Without warning, the man let out a primal snarl and launched himself at Bill, the safety belt snapping under the strain. The old veteran was brought down to the ground under the man's sudden attack, and only just managed to grab a hold of both of his attacker's wrists before the man began flailing wildly, obviously trying to pummel him.
&quot;Hey!&quot; Francis roared, and he slammed his fist into the back of the man's head. Undaunted, the enraged man began snapping at Bill's face, bloodied drool running from his mouth.
&quot;Get the hell off of me!&quot; Bill cried, struggling to free himself. Francis landed another heavy blow, and when he saw that it again had no affect, he growled and turned back to the bar.
&quot;Hang in there, Bill!&quot; he said, running back into the bar and going behind the counter. He came back out with a baseball bat that had been hidden behind the bar counter.
&quot;I'm warning you, asshole, I will beat your skull in!&quot; he threatened. The man didn't seem to notice and just continued his frenzied attempts to get at Bills face with his fists and teeth.
&quot;Aw, just hit the prick!&quot; Bill cried.
Crack!
After a few confusing moments, Bill realized that his attacker was no longer trying to get at him. The veteran quickly flung the man to the side and scrambled to his feet. Francis stood with the bloodied bat in his hand at his side, staring at the body of the man he had just killed. A pool of blood began flowing from underneath the corpse's head. Looking at the body on the ground and the bat in his hand, Francis couldn't help but to feel guilty. He'd committed crimes before and had done time for some of them, but he'd never killed another man before.
&quot;Thank you,&quot; Bill said, his breathing still quick due to the rush of adrenaline.
&quot;I killed him...&quot; Francis said, staring still.
&quot;You did what you had to. Trust me, he would've killed me.&quot;
The burlier man knew that his friend spoke the truth, but he couldn't shake the guilt. The two men then remembered that the woman they had just saved was still in the car. Bill walked back to the passenger side and peered into the car, seeing that the woman was sobbing with her forehead propped up against the steering wheel.
&quot;Are you hurt?&quot; he asked gently. The woman appeared the be middle aged and had blond hair that was now matted to the side of her head with blood. The veteran assumed the injury was from the car crash. He also noticed that she was cradling her left arm with her right hand. &quot;Is your arm broken?&quot;
She didn't answer, only continued sobbing. Bill stood and gave Francis a plaintive look and shrug. More to get his mind off of his guilt, Francis walked around the car to the driver's side window, which was shattered from the crash.
&quot;Miss, we need to get you to the hospital,&quot; he said, his voice a bit more gruff than that of Bill's.
&quot;Just leave me alone,&quot; the woman whimpered. It was Francis's turn to give his friend a shrug. Bill looked around for something to help the situation, but besides the hissing noise coming from the wrecked car's front end, there was nothing but silence and empty streets and buildings all around them.
&quot;Francis, is there a medical kit in the bar?&quot; he asked. Francis nodded, and began walking towards the bar again. Following, Bill added: &quot;We should call the police too.&quot;
A few minutes later, Bill slammed the phone back into its cradle, frustrated.
&quot;911 is giving me a busy signal every time I try,&quot; he explained to Francis, who had returned from the back of the bar with a small medical box full of band-aids and gauze.
&quot;Well, what the hell are we supposed to do?&quot; the burly man asked, just as exasperated as his companion. Bill shook his head, having no answer. He was getting a bad feeling about all of this. The T.V. going out, all the phone lines busy, and the eerily empty streets seemed to foretell of something horrible, but the old veteran couldn't figure out what.
Or if he even wanted to know.
&quot;We might as well patch her up as best we can,&quot; Bill said. &quot;Let's bring her in here and get her cleaned up and comfortable until we can get a damn ambulance over here.&quot;
Francis nodded, thinking anything was better than just standing around. As the man began heading towards the front door of the bar, however, he heard sirens. Bill heard it too and both of them stepped back outside to see what was going on. As soon as they looked down the street, a squad car came tearing around a street corner, nearly skidding out of control as it turned onto the street that Bill and Francis were on. At first, both of the men figured that someone had heard or seen the crash and following struggle and had called the police. But after the police car sped right past them and the wreckage across the street from them without slowing a bit, they knew something wasn't right.
The squad car continued down the street and was soon out of site as it took a left a couple of blocks down, running a red light. Both men stared after it in confusion, but before either on could mouth any kind of speculation, they both heard something.
At first, it was quiet and sounded like the distant cheering heard in a football stadium. It increased in volume, however, and soon they understood that it was no cheering. A cacophony of shrill shrieks and eery growls came from all around the two men, and they soon saw the source.
Coming around the same corner that the patrol car had come from, a mob of frenzied people sprinted with wild abandon in their direction. Some were bloodied and some were not, but all had the tell-tale pasty, grey complexion as well as the pupil-less eyes. Bill had to remind himself to take a breath, and it took him many moments to tear his eyes from the horrifying spectacle.
&quot;Get inside!&quot; Francis was screaming over the noise, already holding open the front door of the bar and apparently had been calling to Bill for a little bit now. The veteran realized that they had been spotted by the mob who was now veering in their direction, only about 100 feet away.
The two men darted inside the bar. Francis locked the door while Bill ran to the back of the building. The mob slammed into the front door one after another without any consideration for each other's safety, as if their very existence was to get at the two men inside the establishment and tear them apart. Soon, nothing of the street or sidewalk right outside of the windows could be seen due to the mass of bodies slamming their fists into the glass and slobbering like wild dogs. Francis doubted it would hold more than a few seconds.
&quot;Out this way! Hurry!&quot; he heard Bill cry from the back of the bar. Francis turned and ran, hearing one of the windows shatter, allowing the snarling mob entry. Holding the back door open, Bill ushered his friend through and quickly followed, slamming the door closed just as two of the crazed monsters rammed into it.
They were in an alleyway, the spine-tingling shrieks of the mob still drowning out any other sound. The two men had no time to catch their breath, however, for the door they had just closed was knocked of its hinges and hung awkwardly in the doorway as their frenzied pursuers began pouring out.
&quot;Run!&quot; Francis cried, following his own command and taking off down the alley towards its only opening. Bill was fast on his heels, and the infected were fast on Bill's.

[Shrubberyjsc]

awesome. Just awesome. Glad to hear the update in your creative process. Can't wait for the next part. =)

[Evilferret]

Well...we all know element won! its kinda obvious...-.-

[hooray for zombies]

Err, my family eh?

Well I think you got the wrong family, 'cause I just saw mine....

Better luck next time with that kidnapping thing. Have you thought about a career in sales? That might work out better for you.


Damn..... Now I have to kill them, are you happy? Geez, people these days...

And sorry again hooray for zombies, I'm stayin =P

Don't worry so much! just having a little fun while we wait for the next installment(on that subject, I propose that the name of this topic be changed to &quot;Element's Story&quot;. As to your current part: Sobbing woman, huh? sounds like a witch-in-the-making to me, keep the awesomeness coming.

[Shrubberyjsc]

I also think it's the witch. o.O

[Stubbs]

can't wait i read every thing of your story and it is actually good even considering how reading bores me i actually had my eyes wide open the whole time i read it! Amazing the most interesting thing ive ever read, no joke!

[Shrubberyjsc]

I just want to keep this thread alive.

&quot;Don't you die on me, thread! Breathe Dammit!&quot;

[hooray for zombies]

&quot;get me ten cc's of element118 stat!&quot;

[Shrubberyjsc]

So...... Is it dead?

Element118.....?

[Stubbs]

come back!

[Jim_Riley]

Fantastic writing Element118. I'm an aspiring writer myself, but like most writers I suppose, I feel my work is not adequate enough for the public.


Argh, talk about an ancient thread.

[Element118]

Louis looked at his watch.
Almost noon...screw it, I'm takin' break early today.
Walking down the television aisle, Louis made his way to the front of the store. There had been not a single customer after the man who had demanded a new DVD player that morning. It didn't surprise him, though. It had been that way for the past few weeks. Jake was on the register reading the newspaper.
&quot;Jake, I think I'm gunna take my break early today,&quot; Louis said as he approached the checkout counter. After finishing whatever sentence he was reading, Jake looked up and nodded.
&quot;I'll be back early, I'm just gunna get something to eat.&quot;
&quot;Sounds good.&quot;
&quot;Anything in the news?&quot;
Jake shook his head. &quot;Same old 'Aggressive Encephalitis' shit.&quot;
Louis sighed, and shook his head. He was getting a little tired of all of it. It was the same old update day after day: more people contracting the virus, still no cure.
&quot;Alright, I'll be back. Make sure Dave doesn't fry anything by drooling over the big screens too long.&quot; Both men looked over to their newest employee who was messing with the big screens, trying to find out why none of the channels showed anything more than snow and static.
I'll fix it when I get back...
Louis made his way to his car, which was one of the only three that were in the strip mall parking lot. Figuring to go for a sub sandwich, he turned onto Washington Street heading towards the center of the city where they had the best sub joint within blocks. He didn't try to take any back streets like he usually did to avoid the lunch rush since the streets had been almost dead for the last couple of weeks. After a minute or so of driving, Louis decided to turn on his radio and found nothing but static on all the stations.
That's weird...
He wasn't about to give it anymore thought, however. His stomach was demanding his attention. He didn't realize how hungry he had actually been.
After a few more minutes of driving on deserted streets and pondering whether to get the Italian Sub or the Turkey Sub, Louis finally turned onto the street where the sub shack resided. He passed it on his right, and noticed there was no one inside.
Damn, it'd better be open...
Figuring he'd find another place nearby even if it wasn't, he made his way to the parking garage just around to corner. The light at the corner turned red, and he stopped. Feeling awkward sitting at a red light when there was no traffic to be seen in any direction, Louis began inching forward, playing with the idea of just running the light.
But then out of no where, a man in tattered clothing darted across the walkway in front of the car.
&quot;Jesus,&quot; Louis gasped, slamming on the breaks more out of surprise at seeing another person than to avoid hitting the man. The guy glanced at him for only a moment and Louis could see the terror stamped upon his face. After a double take, the man turned around and made his way back to the car door. Thinking this was a psychotic hobo, Louis locked his door and kept his window rolled up, averting his eyes back to the traffic light, urging it to turn green.
SLAM!
The noise made him jump. The man had reached his door and was now frantically banging on his window.
&quot;Open up!&quot; he cried. The voice was muffled to Louis in the locked car. He stared at the man in confusion and a little bit of fear, thinking he was going to be mugged or a victim in a carjacking. The man began hammering on the window with his fist.
&quot;Come on, man! You gotta let me in! You gotta get me outta here!&quot;
CRACK!
Louis's window cracked under the assault.
Hell no...
The car's tires screeched as Louis put the pedal to the floor. The man outside cried out in desperation, trying to jump onto the roof. But he was thrown onto the front hood as Louis was forced to slam on the breaks to avoid being broad sided by a speeding delivery truck.
&quot;Shit!&quot; cried Louis as his car came to a stop, just barely being missed by the truck. It had come out of no where speeding through the intersection. Awe-struck, he watched it tear down the street on his right. It approached the next intersection over and Louis's eyes widened in horror as he saw a car drive right into its path. He couldn't help but to squeeze his eyes shut when the two automobiles slammed into each other, the delivery truck broad siding the smaller car and dragging it a good distance further down the street.
When he opened his eyes again, all that was left of the smaller car was a crumpled pile of smoking metal. Wanting to see if there was anyone injured, Louis opened his car door and stepped outside. He never took his eyes off the wreckage as he stepped around the back of his car, squinting to make out any sign of survivors within the two vehicles.
And then he heard his car door slam closed....
Louis turned just in time to see the man that had cracked his window drive away in his car, turning down the street in the opposite direction that the accident had happened.
&quot;Hey!&quot; Louis cried after the car, jogging down the street a little. &quot;Hey! That's my car, dammit!&quot; But there was no way he'd catch up. Slowing to a stop, Louis locked his fingers behind his head in frustration, staring as his own car got smaller and smaller in the distance until it took a right and was lost behind the many buildings.
What a great fucking day...
The sound of screaming and yelling came from behind him in the direction of the crash. He began to walk towards it, figuring that the police would be there soon and he could report the stolen car then.
The closer he got, the more he felt as if something was terribly wrong. He could make out a person in the car now, and they appeared to be flailing around. Assuming the gestures were of a person in agony, Louis picked up his pace slightly, unable to deny his desire to help. As he finally got to the corner of the intersection in the middle of which the accident had first originated, he heard yelling coming from down the street to his right which ran perpendicular to the one he was now on.
What he saw made him stop in his tracks....
Chaos. Sheer chaos was what he saw.
People ran this way and that, all screaming. Cars clogging the street, some even on the sidewalks at odd angles as if they had been abandoned in a hurry. There small groups of people here and there gathered around something Louis could not see.
Then he noticed the bodies scattered on the ground.
Torn corpses laying limply on the sidewalks and the street. Louis nearly gagged when he eyes fell upon one unfortunate man laying halfway out his car door. His eyes had been gouged out, and blood flowed freely to collect in a little pool underneath his head.
He looked away and saw a group of people huddled again. Heading towards them, thinking he could find some answers and also curious as to what they were inspecting, Louis did his best to keep his already empty stomach from becoming even more empty. But before he even took as second step, he noticed that the people weren't inspecting anything at all.
They were stomping and tearing away at something. And he could guess what it was that they were attacking.
Panicked, Louis looked every which way for some way of escape, or some order amid this chaotic hell he had just stepped into. A shriek came from the wrecked car which had been his original purpose in heading this way. Looking that way again, he could clearly see now that the person in the car — a young girl — was indeed flailing, but in an attempt to escape a man who was leaning into the passenger side obviously trying to get at her.
Louis was torn. He wanted nothing to do with whatever was happening here, he only wanted to run away and find someplace safe with someone who could tell him what the hell was going on.
But the girl shrieked again, and Louis couldn't help himself.
He ran to the wreckage passing the delivery truck on the way. There was nothing recognizable left of the driver, who was halfway through the wind-shield all bloody and battered. The girl screamed again, and Louis navigated around the front of the car just in time to see the man begin pulling the girl from the car by the cuff of her pant leg. Louis didn't waste any time.
He grabbed the man by the shoulders and heaved, throwing the man to the side causing his grip on the girl to be lost. The man fell to the ground with a heavy thud and began writhing. Louis glanced inside to see a teenaged girl with raven black hair laying across the lap of an obviously dead woman. She was breathing fast and shallow and stared at him as if she expected him to lunge at her.
&quot;C'mon, we need to ge—&quot; Louis began, but then the air was knocked out of him as the man who he had pulled off of the girl tackled him to the ground. He landed sideways onto the asphalt, hitting the side of his forehead hard against the ground. The man grabbed his hair forced him to his stomach. Louis then felt his head being yanked back.
&quot;Get off!&quot; he screamed. He tried to get his hands underneath him to push himself up, but just then another man dived into his back. It took a fist to the side of the head for Louis to realize that this new comer wasn't there to help him. Not able to think straight, Louis could only try to cover his face as the two men on his back began to pummel him with their heavy fists.
BLAM! BLAM!
Louis thought it was all over. He knew the sound a gunshot made, and he thought that he'd just been shot. That is, until one of his assailants rolled off of him limply. The other man on his back kept at it, lifting Louis's head again with the intent to smash it right back into the hard ground.
BLAM!
Only one shot this time, but the remaining man fell next to him, releasing his grip on Louis's hair. It took many seconds for him to collect himself, but after he did, Louis quickly stood up and looked around for any other attackers. What he found was two police officers pointing their guns at his face.
&quot;Whoa!&quot; he cried, falling back a little.
&quot;Hey, chill, &quot; one said. &quot;We're here to help!&quot;
Louis didn't put his guard down. T

[Element118]

The officer who had spoken was taller than Louis. His eyes were blue and he had light colored hair. He wore the standard black uniform of a police officer and appeared oddly calm. The other officer was a bit larger with beady eyes and a balding head. Sweat dribbled down his chubby face as his eyes darted from left to right.
&quot;We don't have time for this,&quot; the second officer said. He pointed his gun at a group of people huddled around a body about 40 feet away.
&quot;He's right,&quot; the first officer said soothingly. &quot;We need to get you out of here. Get in the car.&quot; Just then Louis noticed the squad car parked about ten feet behind the two police officers. He nodded, but then remembered why he had come here in the first place.
&quot;There's a girl —&quot; he began, but the sweating officer began leading Louis towards the squad car. He looked back at the wrecked car where he had saved the girl.
&quot;I got her,&quot; the tall one assured Louis. He nodded and let himself be led to the backseat of the police car. Almost right as he sat down on the seat the door on the other side opened and the teenage girl was ushered in. Both police officers entered the car then and slammed their doors closed simultaneously. The calm, tall one was driving.
&quot;We need to get outta here now,&quot; the fat one said, eyeing a large group of the infected now sprinting towards the car.
&quot;Hold on!&quot; the driving cop yelled. Without another warning, he turned the car into a sharp U-turn, heading away down the street. Louis grabbed onto the caged wall that separated the front seats from the back to keep from falling over. He heard the girl next to him cry out and do the same. They took another sharp turn down a different street. Louis looked out the back door to see that a group of people were sprinting after them with wild abandon, but were falling behind fast.
Right before they turned sharply yet again, Louis saw two men standing outside of what appeared to be a bar. They were soon out of sight, however, and so were their pursuers, which was all Louis was worried about. He gave the two men no more thought. For all he knew, they could've been like the others.
Only thing he did know was that he didn't have a clue what the hell was going on....

[dontleave]

Where I'm from we're discouraged from using that many onomatopeia's. Especially in succesion..

[Element118]

where you from? seems a bit restraining, especially since i only used 4....quite a bit apart as well.

anyway, sorry everyone for taking so long and making you think i was finished. im very busy, and have had almost no time to write the story. But ill post what i get done when i can get it done. hope you liked the &quot;louis meets zoey&quot; entry.

[SpecialistK]

Such a good story please continue! : )

[hooray for zombies]

so long as you keep writing, I won't complain

[Shrubberyjsc]

I just searched for this story again, AND FOUND THIS UPDATE!!!!

AWESOME!!!

http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t280/left4dead411/louis1t.jpg (http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t280/left4dead411/louis1t.jpg)

I absolutely loved that you explained how Louis got the scrape on the right side of his forehead. So cool.

Please continue at your earliest convenience. I loved it.

[Shrubberyjsc]

Now to see if Element118 is still out there!

Rise from death ancient thread!

Mwahahahahaha!

(I'm very bored, Element118, if you're still lurking, please continue this story.)

=D

[Etheallmighty]

dammit I want to read but have history project to finish.....SHIT!!!

[Element118]

Wow, I didnt know people even remembered me, hahah. Well, I actually had the next portion written (next few actually) but unfortunately lost everything on my hard drive when i had my videocard replaced (I didnt think to back everything up, i know, im stupid). I saw other people writing stories and figured there was no reason to continue (beyond my own pleasure in writing it). But, now that I know there's still people who wanna read more, I'll definitely continue....when I have time, heheh. I know, its been my excuse everytime, but I'm not lying. I got exams every week (dont be an MCB major if you want free time), work at the hospital, involved in IEMS, and other things that demand my attention. BUT, come thanksgiving and Winter break, I will have NOTHING to do....so I'll write. So for those who are waiting for an update (shrub....pretty much only you, thanks by the way, hah), look for an update around the middle of november. I'll prob make a new thread cause I cant ever find this thread again after a few days of inactivity, heh. Til november then.

*salutes*


P.S. I frequently scan these forums, so yes I'm still around. But I also go into the Left4Dead chat room on Steam. I've seen a few people there.

[Shrubberyjsc]

=O


I can't believe it! It WORKED!!!


=D

Yay! More story!

What's your screen name in the Chat room?

[hooray for zombies]

YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY *breath* YYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY element is writing more storiez! This makes me soooo happy that I have to go reread the rest of it! Nice job shrubs and welcome back element (For the record, your stories set a standard none of the others could reach, no false flattery at all.)

[The One]

Wow this thread is Ancient, reminds me of the good ol days when there was only a handful of us.....

Aside from that, I loved the stories so you better keep'em coming or I'll punch you on the throat :)


Smileys make everything better :)

[Shrubberyjsc]

The good ol' days when you spammed the entire forum?

[Kazary]

Cheeky Smile! Cheeck Smile!
Mr.Zombie's got a cheeky smile!
He loves to fight!
Bang! bang! to his head!
what're we're playing?!
Its LEFT 4 DEAD!!!

my fun lil song xD

just finished reading your story element! seriously thats badass stuff there! i don't know what a onomatipia is but who cares, i think your story telling so far rocks!! please more!!!! :D

[Kazary]

-ignore-

[The One]

The good ol' days when you spammed the entire forum?
*sighs*

ahhh.... the good ol days, when I was feared for my h4x0r3rZ abilities :)

[Shrubberyjsc]

I still have no idea how you did it.

Proxies?

Multiple computers?

[Kazary]

wanting moar story :<