A Prelude to Left4Dead

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Hey everyone,
There's only a few of you who know I've been working on a story about the characters of Left4Dead. My story follows each character from before the outbreak to when the game starts. I originally posted my entries in the topic "A little contest..." or whatever it was called, but everytime I come back to add to the story, I've gotta go hunting to that topic since its been inactive for a while. So, I decided to make my own thread with all my entries here in one place to make it easier for me to find, and easier for whoever wants to to read it. I know there's been complaints of 'pointless' threads being made, and I apologize ahead of time for those of you who'll see this as one of those. Again, this is more for me. I love writing this story, and I post it for feedback. I just hate finding the thread that I have the rest of it in =P


I'll start by reposting my first few entries. And then there's a small new addition that I wrote yesterday after studying for finals. It'll probably be boring to some (the new addition that is) because there's not too much action to it and its also kind of short. But at least its something, and I promise more to come during my winter break (starting in two weeks). Enjoy, and comments are welcome.

*EDIT: Hmm, the forum doesnt seem to recognize my indents or italics when i copy and paste the story over. Oh well. Just know that when I type in first person WITHOUT quotes, its the character thinking.

*EDIT: This story is now hosted on L4D411 with proper indents and italics, head over to: http://www.left4dead411.com/left-4-dead-fan-fictio n (http://www.left4dead411.com/left-4-dead-fan-fiction)

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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...

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"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.

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"...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.

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"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....

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....

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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 re

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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.
"What the hell are you doing?!" 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.
"Hey!" 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.
"Get the hell off of me!" 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.
"Hang in there, Bill!" 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.
"I'm warning you, asshole, I will beat your skull in!" 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.
"Aw, just hit the prick!" 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.
"Thank you," Bill said, his breathing still quick due to the rush of adrenaline.
"I killed him..." Francis said, staring still.
"You did what you had to. Trust me, he would've killed me."
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.
"Are you hurt?" 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. "Is your arm broken?"
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.
"Miss, we need to get you to the hospital," he said, his voice a bit more gruff than that of Bill's.
"Just leave me alone," 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.
"Francis, is there a medical kit in the bar?" he asked. Francis nodded, and began walking towards the bar again. Following, Bill added: "We should call the police too."
A few minutes later, Bill slammed the phone back into its cradle, frustrated.
"911 is giving me a busy signal every time I try," he explained to Francis, who had returned from the back of the bar with a small medical box full of band-aids and gauze.
"Well, what the hell are we supposed to do?" 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.
"We might as well patch her up as best we can," Bill said. "Let's bring her in here and get her cleaned up and comfortable until we can get a damn ambulance over here."
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.
"Get inside!" 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.
"Out this way! Hurry!" 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.
"Run!" 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.


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.
"Jake, I think I'm gunna take my break early today," Louis said as he approached the checkout counter. After finishing whatever sentence he was reading, Jake looked up and nodded.
"I'll be back early, I'm just gunna get something to eat."
"Sounds good."
"Anything in the news?"
Jake shook his head. "Same old 'Aggressive Encephalitis' shit."
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.
"Alright, I'll be back. Make sure Dave doesn't fry anything by drooling over the big screens too long." 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 beg

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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.
"Jesus," 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.
"Open up!" 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.
"Come on, man! You gotta let me in! You gotta get me outta here!"
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.
"Shit!" 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.
"Hey!" Louis cried after the car, jogging down the street a little. "Hey! That's my car, dammit!" 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.
"C'mon, we need to ge—" 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.
"Get off!" 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.
"Whoa!" he cried, falling back a little.
"Hey, chill, " one said. "We're here to help!"
Louis didn't put his guard down.


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.
"We don't have time for this," the second officer said. He pointed his gun at a group of people huddled around a body about 40 feet away.
"He's right," the first officer said soothingly. "We need to get you out of here. Get in the car." 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.
"There's a girl —" 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.
"I got her," 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.
"We need to get outta here now," the fat one said, eyeing a large group of the infected now sprinting towards the car.
"Hold on!" 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....

[Element118]

They weren't going to make it. Bill was too old and was fast losing his speed. Francis knew that if they didn't find a way to lose the mob of infected, they weren't going to make it. The burly man wasn't young himself.
Come on, think of something...
The mob was quickly gaining on them, and Francis knew they had to get off of the streets. The next building door they came to, he veered into it hoping to God that Bill hadn't lagged too far behind and would follow him in. He didn't shut the front door behind him, both because he didn't want to lock Bill out and because he knew it wouldn't help. There were stairs before him and a hallway on his right. He took the stairs, figuring they might slow his pursuers down. As soon as he reached the top of the first flight, he turned to see if Bill had made it.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" Bill cried, for he was right behind Francis and apparently had caught up after entering the building. "Go, go!"
They both made their way up the flights of stairs, and they soon found that their pursuers were close behind when they heard the stampede of footsteps only a couple flights below. Neither man dared to look over the rail and see just how close they were cutting it. It was soon apparent that they would tire and slow long before the infected would.
"Next floor find a door we can get through!" Bill cried from behind him, and Francis grunted in response. After launching himself past the last couple of steps, he turned right down a hallway and tried the first door he came upon.
Damn! Locked...
Bill rushed past him and tried a door further down the hall. The growls and screams of the infected sent a chill down Francis's spine. The man couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. What was wrong with these people? He didn't know what they wanted, but he damn well knew that he didn't want to find out.
"Here, this one's open!"
Bill had found a door that wasn't locked, and just in time, for Francis could hear the mob coming up their flight of stairs. The two men rushed into the door, and it was only then that Francis realized they had entered an apartment building. The apartment they entered was clean and well furnished, but that was all the two had time to register about the place. Bill kept his wits about him enough to slam the door shut behind them and slam the dead bolt into place. He locked the door handle as well. Nearly split seconds after the door was closed and locked, the mob outside began slamming on it. Francis put his hands on his knees as he bent over to catch his breath, which came in labored gasps. Bill slowly backed away from the door, wide-eyed.
"What the fuck, Francis?!" he said, still staring at the door which seemed to bounced an inch out of its frame with every slam from the outside.
"I don—" the burly man replied, but his breathing was too desperate to allow him to finish his sentence.
"Jesus Christ, what the hell is going on?" the older man continued. He looked around the apartment for an alternate exit. Francis's lungs were burning, but he stood and joined in the search. There were two doors leading out of the main room they were in, which appeared to be both the living room and the kitchen. He figured one of those doors led to a bedroom, and the other probably the bathroom or office of some sort. Bill had moved to the window, apparently to see if there was a fire escape. The door Francis opened lead to the bedroom, which seemed to be untouched. The bed was made and there was no signs of an occupant. Immediately, the man saw the sliding glass doors opposite him that led to a balcony.
"Bill, we got a balcony in here!" Francis yelled back into the main room. Bill came into the room just as Francis reached the sliding glass doors. He opened one side and stepped out onto a narrow balcony, and as he turned to his left, he realized that this apartments balcony was connected with the balcony of the apartment adjacent to it. Turning back into the bedroom, the man saw Bill rummaging through the drawers of a desk next to the bed.
"What are you looking for?" Francis asked impatiently.
"Anything that can help us."
"What are you talking about, we gotta get out of here!"
Bill ignored him and continued searching. Francis walked back to the door leading into the main room of the apartment to check on the front door, which was still being slammed again and again. He nearly jumped when Bill let out a cry behind him, and half expected to be attacked by some maniac who had just popped out from the closet or something when he turned to see what was the matter. But Bill's cry was of excitement, for he had found Sub-Compact Tomcat Beretta pistol in a drawer of the desk. The burly man walked over to his companion for a closer look, and Bill checked to see if it was loaded.
It was.
"That's great, man. But there's gotta be twenty to twenty-five of 'em out there," Francis said as he ran his hand through his unkempt, black hair.
"I know, and there's only seven bullets in this thing," Bill replied. "We're taking the balcony. Let's get outta here."
Bill tucked the pistol into one of the pockets on his vest and went for the balcony, Francis following. The two men swung over the narrow set of bars that separated the two adjacent balconies. They continued to go from balcony to balcony until they reached the corner of the building.
The sliding glass doors for this balcony had its blinds closed, so they couldn't see inside the apartment. Francis looked down to the streets below them. Except for a few abandoned cars, the streets were empty. It was an eerie site, for it was the middle of the day and usually the streets were busy in this part of the city.
What is going on...
He counted the balconies below them and determined they were on the sixth floor. Looking up, he noticed about five or so more floors above them. If they made it to the roof, they might get a better view of what was going on in the city.
"Bill, let's get to the roof," he said. Bill looked up and nodded.
"We're not going to be able to just climb up," he replied. "We'll need to go back through the building."
Francis winced, but he knew his friend was right. The balcony above them was too high to reach, even if they stood on the railings that bordered their own balcony. And there was no ladder in sight. With a deep breath, Francis nodded to Bill and they entered the apartment.
This apartment was much different than the other one they had been in. They again were in a bedroom, but this time the door leading out was on the other side of the room. And whoever had lived here wasn't as clean as the other person. There were dirty clothes all over the floor and the bed was a mess of sheets and pillows. There was half eaten food on the night stand next to the bed, and the room smelled of rotten cheese.
And to both mens' horror, there was a blood trail which originated at the foot of the bed and lead underneath the closed door which would open to the main living room. Francis's heart began to race again as he looked to Bill, who was staring at the door. The two strained to hear anything on the other side, but there was nothing. Bill let out a deep breath, and began to approach the door, gun drawn. Francis looked around for something to protect himself with, and eventually found a hammer laying in the closet. By the time the large man made it to the door, Bill was already opening it slowly.

[Asura]

my god too much to read!
O__O

[Eddy_of_the_dead]

yeah indeed much to read....
butt tell more of yur story man i quite like it!

[Puscifer]

My brain doesnt like that many words this early in the morning...

[toxictbag]

Lots to read, ill read it tonight! i love a good story :P

[tp500]

Sweet, obviously you've been writing for a little bit. I liked it, very descriptive. A cool vision of the characters before the outbreak. Keep it up!

[hooray for zombies]

hooray for the return of element! Now, finish the story.

[Element118]

Yea, Sorry for the huge entry again guys. Like I said, its everything I've written up until now. Thanks for all the compliments. I'll get another part done once break starts in two weeks.

[Shrubberyjsc]

Very nice. I like how you use their favorite sayings in your story too.

Keep it up!

=D

[Eddy_of_the_dead]

I'll get another part done once break starts in two weeks.
why not tomorrow? :D ;D

[Nemesis_vs_Leon]

6-HIT COMBO!!!

C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!!!

nice multi-post

[gorgoth]

Nice. I read a bit, will read rest later. Methinks I still hold the record for most consecutive posts though Leon. Was it 8?

[Prometheus]

I'm illiterate.

[Eddy_of_the_dead]

illiterate.
stop usesing those words.... just say i like it or i dont like it...

[The One]

BASTARD! MAKE MORE!
Real good though get it published

[Gforcemember45]

awesome, just so freaking awesome.

[The One]

WTF ITS BEEN DAYS! MUST HAVE MOAR!

[squerl]

Awesome.

[MrIrony]

Well done! Zombie stories are tons of fun to write!

[jaydig]

I enjoyed your story. How you worked game elements into the action was the best part.
Like when Francis and Bill lock the apartment door (checkpoint!) and when Bill or Louis get tackled by infected and need someone to save them. (teamwork!)
And you even invent a reason for Louis' character model having a bandage on his head.

But please.. indent your paragraghs.
The wall of text on the left margin sometimes made it hard to read.

[Element118]

Thank you all for the comments. I've only got one more final tomorrow and then I'm done for winter break, so I'll have plenty of time to write. I'm trying to think of a way to incorporate the Boss infected in the story, but I dont know how im gunna do that. Maybe some attempts to cure the Infections gone haywire or something.

Jaydig: I know, it bothers me too. For some reason, when I copy and paste, my indents and italics dont cross over. So you'll have to cringe along side me for the time being =).

I promise to get more done in the next week. I'm almost done with finals (thank god) and after that, I got nothing. Thanks again for the compliments, they're really encouraging=)

[Gforcemember45]

its been eight days man, pay up.

[MonsterR89]

That was a really enjoyable read. Im not going to lie when it just ended I got a little angry that there wasn't more. Send it to Mike Booth and tell him that this is the background story to his game and he has to make it official.

[Puscifer]

Ive just finished reading through it, i love it! the way each charcters story mix's is brilliant!

can't wait for the next part!

[Shrubberyjsc]

I promise to get more done in the next week.

<=(

[Element118]

I'm workin on it guys. I know it always takes a long time, but this story doesnt just pop out of my head=) And I doubt you guys want little tiny updates every time. I've got Zoey and Louise's next part done, im trying to figure out a way to get story behind the boss infected. So it'll be real soon.

Edit:
Eh, screw it. I'll post the new part. not that long, and not much action, but its an update. And I did promise. Here you go.

[Element118]

She's dead.
Tears slowly streamed down Zoey's cheeks. The police car had outrun the mob that was chasing them, and no that she was no longer in immediate danger, she allowed the truth to hit her.
Mom's dead...
Her eyes burned as she did her best to keep from bursting into heart-wrenching sobs. She wiped away the tears with one hand while rubbing her right knee with the other. When she was fighting to get away from that monster in the car, she banged up her legs and was now starting to feel the bruises with the adrenaline waning.
&quot;Where we going?&quot; the black man next to her asked the police officers up front. Just then, she realized she hadn't thanked him for saving her life.
&quot;We're heading to the station,&quot; the driver replied. That made Zoey feel a little better. If there was anywhere that'd be safe, it'd be the police station.
The other officer picked up the radio and went to switch it on. As soon as the switch flipped to on, a cacophony of voices bleated through the speaker
&quot;..crackle...we've got four officers dow...crackle...we need backup on...crackle...street....&quot;
&quot;Dispatch!...crackle...dispatch, we need an ambulance on 53rd near the Memorial Highschool!...crackle&quot;
&quot;All cars please report...crackle...the situation...crackle...&quot;
&quot;Oh my God! Someone please answ...crackle...me!&quot;
The officer with the radio pressed the transmit button on his speaker, and all the other chatter went mute as he spoke into it.
&quot;This is car unit 346, do you read dispatch!&quot; As soon as he released the transmit button, the unintelligible chatter began again. After a couple more failed attempts, the officer let out a frustrated growl and turned the radio off.
&quot;This is a nightmare,&quot; he said. The driving cop remained silent, scanning ahead of them as he drove.
&quot;What is going on?&quot; Louis asked next to her. She turned to the police officers awaiting an answer.
&quot;We've got no idea,&quot; the chubby one replied. &quot;We were on patrol when we got a call from dispatch explaining that there was some rioting going on at the hospital on Yackley Ave. and that things were getting out of control.
&quot;We were to head to the area and calm things down until the riot squad could get there. But on the way, we witnessed an accident and figured we'd stop to make sure everyone was alright.&quot;
The officer stopped for a second, catching his breath. He had been talking rather rapidly.
&quot;We had no idea what we were walking into,&quot; he continued. &quot;Everyone in one of the cars was dead, a woman and a man. The other car's driver was flailing around hysterically, and we were worried he had been injured. Dave went back to the car to call an ambulance.&quot; The officer nodded towards his partner who was driving.
&quot;I went to try and do whatever I could for the man. But as I got closer, I could tell he wasn't in his right mind. His eyes were cloudy and his skin had turned extremely pale. The news had shown pictures off the people who had been infected with the Aggressive virus thing. I knew he had it. So I kept my distance.&quot;
The other officer added to the story. &quot;When I called in for the ambulance, Dispatch informed me that all ambulances in the area were unavailable. I knew right then something was wrong.&quot;
&quot;Dave told me about the ambulance,&quot; The chubbier officer continued. &quot;And I looked back to the man just in time to see him roll out of the car window. I pulled out my pistol and commanded him to stay where he was.&quot; He closed his eyes and rested his head against the seat's head cushion.
&quot;He didn't stop, I had to shoot him,&quot; he said softly. &quot;There was nothing else I could've done.&quot;
&quot;After that, we decided to continue to the hospital and figure out what was going on,&quot; the driving officer named Dave said. &quot;Along the way, we ran into that slaughter where we found you too. After seeing that, there's no way we're going to that hospital.&quot;
&quot;My God...&quot; Louise whispered after a short pause. Zoey could hardly believe it either. It was as if the entire city had gone crazy. She was worried about her father, and wished she had held onto her purse during her escape. She could've used her cell phone.
Louise turned to her just then. &quot;Are you alright?&quot; he asked. She stared at him for a moment, then nodded. Tears were still slowly running down her cheeks.
&quot;I'm, uhh...&quot; Louise began uncomfortably. &quot;I'm sorry about what happened to that person who was in the car with you. Was she family?&quot;
Zoey nodded, fighting back fresh tears. Louise appeared to notice her struggle, and said no more about it. She looked out the window as everyone in the car went silent. Things looked normal outside despite the fact that they appeared to be the only car on the streets. There was no signs of any of those monsters nor any car crashes. Maybe this thing was isolated, and everything would be ok soon.
A second later, she felt she spoke too soon.
&quot;What the hell is this?&quot; the driving officer hissed. In front of them, there was a traffic jam all the way up the street until it came to a T-Junction about five blocks further. The officer turned the squad car right at the intersection right before the blockade of cars began. He had to step on the brakes, however, for the same traffic was blocking that way as well. Looking behind them, Zoey saw that every street was riddled with cars. People were still in them, blaring their horns as if it'd help.
The officer let out a frustrated sigh. The car had its sirens on, but they didn't help. Each car was packed in so tight that there was no where for them to move out of the way. They sat there for a few minutes, the officers talking with each other about how to get around the traffic by some other route. Finally, they appeared to agree on another route, and the driving officer began to back out through the intersection they had just come from.
&quot;We're gunna turn around and go all the way back to Rickert Dr.,&quot; the driver said. &quot;Hopefully we'll be able to...&quot;
He stopped talking and the car began to slowly decelerate as his eyes went wide. Zoey turned in her seat to see what he was looking at.
Behind them, a mob of those monsters was sprinting their way, closing fast.
&quot;Oh my God,&quot; she whimpered.
&quot;Did those things follow us from before?!&quot; Louise cried. &quot;How in the hell did they follow us?!&quot;
Zoey heard the officers open their car doors and just then realized they had stopped.
&quot;Get out!&quot; the chubby officer said as he opened her door. &quot;We gotta get out of here now!&quot;
She let him pull her out of the back seat and noticed that the other officer had opened the other door for Louise. Her and the chubby officer ran around the front of the car to meet up with the other two.
&quot;Here,&quot; the officer named Dave said to Louise. He handed him his Pistol then leaned into the drivers side and grabbed a shotgun from between the seats. Louise stared at the gun in his hands.
&quot;I've never shot a gun before!&quot; he said, staring at the officer who had handed it to him.
&quot;Just stay with the girl and make sure she doesn't get hurt. Only use it to protect yourselves!&quot; He cocked his shotgun and walked to stand between Louise and Zoey and the infected mob now only a few blocks away.
&quot;Warn the people in their cars!&quot; he cried. &quot;We have to get out of here now!&quot;
All four took off running down the street of bumper to bumper cars...

[hooray for zombies]

First!


In all seriousness, very nice job. Your entries never fail to dissapoint

[dontleave]

I wonder why someone would transfer the words, &quot;crackle&quot; through a radio in such a dire scenario.

[Gforcemember45]

dont question leave, just enjoy the story.

[Eddy_of_the_dead]

I wonder why someone would transfer the words, &quot;crackle&quot;
andI wonder why you are always spraying criticism cant you just enjoy a realy realy good story???

[Eddy_of_the_dead]

and btw keep the story coming!

[Puscifer]

I don't have time to read it yet, but i really enjoyed the first bit so soon as i get time i will:)

[Eddy_of_the_dead]

I don't have time to read it yet,
why comment then? if you have the time to place a comment read the damm story first :D

[MonsterR89]

but this story doesnt just pop out of my head

It really should though, because it flows so nicely, and I want to read more.

[dontleave]

andI wonder why you are always spraying criticism cant you just enjoy a realy realy good story???

It was every bit constructive. Part of a 'really really good' story is in how it's written. If it's not written proper than it's just a kids doodle. I mean, do you guys not see that? Or, perhaps you don't see the blaring oddity in that section of the story.

That aside, who said I didn't enjoy the story?

[squerl]

The story is now hosted on L4D411, on the left menu under &quot;media&quot;. It's properly formatted in paragraphs and everything, so check it out.

http://www.left4dead411.com/left-4-dead-fan-fictio n (http://www.left4dead411.com/left-4-dead-fan-fiction)

[dontleave]

Paragraphs?! Wtf?!

[ShadowSlayer7]

THANK YOU SOO MUCH SQUERL!

I read the whole thing with paragraphs. IT was brilliant. I love how all of the character's stories before they meet up are intertwined with one anothers.

IM CRAVING FOR MORE!!!

...and just the other day I was thinking that there should be some sort of movie or cutscene to show how they all come together.

[Ilkoo]

Im printing it out right now ^^ After all the good comments about it, Im gonna sit on the couch with some hot coffee and read the hell out of it!

[Element118]

Alright guys, I just sent another update to Squerl. He said he'd upload it on the site in the fanfic section. Hope you enjoy it! I'll try and right some more soon! Thanks again for all the compliments. They really make me enjoy writing this even more then I already do=)

[squerl]

Ok, the new part is up! Head to the main page for a link.

[Shrubberyjsc]

Hey, Element, I gotta ask:

Am I the inspiration for the people who jumped out the window to their unfortunate demise?

<=D

[Element118]

hahah, you know, i never thought of that. It must've been my subconscious=) Working on the newest part. Might be a little bit cause the next week's a little busy for me, but I'll do my best. Hope everyone had a great holiday!

[Nemesis_vs_Leon]

I wanted to write a story... I was thinking...

What would a story be like from the perspective of the witch?

Let's say the witch is technically only half infected. ;)

btw, you're story is good enough to be a book.

[dontleave]

I wanted to write a story... I was thinking...

What would a story be like from the perspective of the witch?

Let's say the witch is technically only half infected. ;)

btw, you're story is good enough to be a book.

&quot;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAHG&quot;

[freakypred]

Very nice.

Keep adding. Perhaps you can add your own stories of the crazy survival antics of the Survivors when Left 4 Dead is released.

you're story is good enough to be a book.

Nah, books have over 100 pages, so he would have to delv' into the rest of the story, like the finale and such.

[TheDark12]

Who ever said that this book wouldn't reach 100 pages?

Awesome work Element118! Keep it up! Hope you recieve my email!

[Von Beck]

dude I hate you and I'll tell you why cuz you left the greatest cliffhanger and you make me wanna read more but there is no more :( oh well it's still super sick but ya keep it coming so I can go through the day not wondering what happens next it interupts my school work lol

[OBLITROX]

I want to read more too...

[Element118]

Von Beck:
That was my plan=) I know, its evil.

I've not had much time the past two weeks due to classes starting up again, and I won't rant and whine about how time consuming they are since I&quot;ve done that in my past posts about my excuses for not posting updates every week.

I've got half of the next part done, and when i get more time (maybe this weekend since MLK day is monday and we dont have class) ill finish the part and post it.

I know you guys are getting a little annoyed with how on and off and far between my updates come, and I apologize. If I could, I'd work on it constantly, but I can't for aforementioned reasons.

But always know I WILL update, whether its after a long pause or not. I plan on writing this story all the way up to L4D's release if I can drag it out that long. I'm going to end it with right where the Hospital level begins, so it'll be sweet if I can time if perfectly.

Thank you all again for your comments. I will update ASAP, I promise. Hopefully you wont be disappointed=)

[hooray for zombies]

I prefer your consistent quality over your consistent updating

[sandollor]

This is the best fan fiction I've read for Left4Dead by far. You really should send it to Mike and everyone at TRS. Although I do suggest you have someone read through it and proof/edit it. It's damn good for a first or second draft though, whatever the case may be.

One question though, after we get the game and play through it a couple times are you going to right out what happens to our survivors? I am assuming of course that TRS wont have an 'end' of the story being that it really doesn't have much of one to begin with.

Again, I think you did a great job and it gets me excited to play the game. Don't force the boss infected into your story if they don't fit yet. Take your time. We can wait.

[Ellis]

good story i wish the hunter scene could have been longer but it was still good.

[Von Beck]

lol you are evil and good to know that your half done the next part can't wait to read it!

[Shrubberyjsc]

Moar?

Pretty Puh-leeeaase?

o.O

[Von Beck]

when is there gonna be more!!! I keep going back I still need to know what happens next!

[arsis]

EWW WRONG THREAD

[globalenjoi]

the hoarde

FOR THE HORDE!!!

[arsis]

is it really that bad?

[Shrubberyjsc]

*Summon Dire Element118*

Mwahahaha!





_________________





We can has moar story?

[dontleave]

We can has moar story?

Never.

[Shrubberyjsc]

Never.

Burn.

The.

Heretic.

[Shocker05]

For.

The.

Emperor.

[Shrubberyjsc]

Emperor.

Yep.








Element118???

[arsis]

I have to apologize to element, I searched for a story thread to post my stupid little shit story and saw this one thread. I didn't read through the pages and see that this is for one persons posts. Im so sorry, I wasn''t trying to steal your thunder. I would take my post out but it won't let me edit my own post for some reason....pretty shitty.

[Shrubberyjsc]

I wouldn't worry too much about it.

He's quite a magnanimous sorta guy, he'll understand.

I think the edit goes away so you can't pull a fast one.

I know the mods can edit posts any time they want, so maybe they could take it out for you.

[12GaugeFacEBrEAker]

That was sweet man

[dontleave]

Emperor.

Death to the false Emperor!

Cast down the idols! Destroy the temples! Slay the priests! Show these fools that they worship nothing more than a rotting corpse!

[Von Beck]

..... dude..... it's summer.... means no excuses for no more!... actually I'm pretty sure you have alot I just want to keep you noticing that you need to write more! ..... please :(

[gorgoth]

Nie! Thar the Emperor is alive! Albeit the use of feeding tubes and other techonological life support, he lives! Burn the heretic. Kill the witches. Destroy the traitors! Those who worship their false gods will be cleansed!


This is 40K-ish, yeah? I hope. Also, nice writing. As with all fan-fic, improvements are ready, but it's better than most. By strides. I think my main gripe is just the wording of parts of it, it makes it sound forced and bumpy, and not smooth and flowing. But really, nice. Better than I can do for sure lol.

[watch this nub]

are these stories still being added to or not? it's good you should keep going!

[MP_Specter]

Well fuck me sideways and call me Kevin. BLOODY HELL GOOD JOB MATE. Nicely done.
I shall finish it once I finish me homework. ;D

[Von Beck]

thought I forgot about this story eh? well I have not! hurry game is almost out! do like a day before the game release it thing it would be epic HURRY! I've been wanting more of this story almost as much as I want left 4 dead!

[FoxGin]

Oh oh, I love the story. It actually makes me feel like there's a REAL story behind the game! Just what I've been looking for. You deserve a pat on the back, mate! =D

[Elite]

BUMP FOR TEH WIN :D

Its a good story, too bad teh game is already out..

[Von Beck]

so doesn't mean he can't keep writing it... please don't stop lol

[Yoghurt]

Wow this is simply amazing. Too bad it was about a year since the last update.. I would love to read the next chapter.

[YuriTMND]

With my right hand on my hip, I walk through an alley that I deemed safe. I hear a clatter of footsteps back to my right. I turn my head; I can hear the sound of weighty breathing. A hand took a swipe at my throat one second too soon. With brute force I seized the arm. One fiery snap and the limb was at an unnatural angle. As the infected fell to its knees, I slid my thumbs into it's eyes until I felt the abyss that his mind had been transformed into. I shook left and right violently until it's malicious screams halted. I withdrew my apendages and reached for my .45 that was holstered upon my right hip. Two searing casings hit the ground along with two poisoned cadavers. It was utter silence as I watched blood pool around their upper torsoes. The body on the left released a deathly moan as it slightly twitched. I knelt down, put the hot barrel of my weapon between its eyes. I felt my index finger contract twice. I wiped my coat sleeve across my face to clear my vision from the dark red blood. I analyzed the oozing face, watching brain matter drip to the ground. Shadows emerged on the wall behind me, gaining on me fast. Instinctively I jumped on top of a dumpster and scrambled onto a fire exit ladder. I gazed as the hoarde trampled the 3 dead bodies. To my alleviation they never stopped.

Ever heard of a paragraph?

[black671]

Ever heard of a paragraph?

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[BloodFin]

I WANT MORE!!! Element, it's REALY good. could you finish it?

[Enzo]

Plz maek mor, fag.

Edit:
Just noticed that some fag just made a sooper bump!
Good job!

[BloodFin]

OK. You cannot leave us hanging there! WHAT KIND OF SICK AND TWISTED PERSON ARE YOU?!

[JudicialT]

The sad, sad truth...


You can't get it published due to copyright laws.

[BloodFin]

You know the &quot;Aggresive Encaphalitis&quot; [or watever it is]. is that actually what happened, like is that official? or did Element118 just make that up?

[Grieverlionhart]

Isn't this from the fanfiction section ages ago? Are you carrying on with it? Cus when it was left on that cliff hanger I screamed at my monitor and wanted more... I love the hype feeling but alas Fable2 has made me never hype for a game ever again...

[Bill_the_nonchalant]

Dude, it's January now and I still don't see an update. Take your time if you must but you should keep us informed if you are still doing to story.

[BloodFin]

Ya. If you need the time fine. But at least ell us.

[Von Beck]

I have a feeling he's just stopped. or has been abducted by aliens and the story shall never be finished..... we should banned together and free him so he can write the story!

[CommandrFuzzums]

but it wasn't enough...

I have been visiting the formatted version of this under fan fiction for so long, and this is always how it ends!! I want more!

also, Louis says in the trailer(or maybe he says it in game sometimes), The boys used to laugh when I went to the firing range for my break...Ain't so funny now?

[CommandrFuzzums]

point being that he has fired a gun

[Bill_the_nonchalant]

Ran out of ideas?

[Shrubberyjsc]

Quoting: Shrubberyjsc

We can has moar story?


Never.


His words haunt us from his 'grave'.

:<

[Lardcake212]

I find this lack of updating disturbing.

[Bill_the_nonchalant]

But it wasn't enough...

What happens next!!!?

[Masker08]

It was good but A lot of things were wrong its suppose to be 2 weeks cause after 2 weeks you start the game but here it was 2 months and Louis is an analyst not an electronic manager but still enjoyed reading it Hard work comes good work!

[Von Beck]

It was good but A lot of things were wrong its suppose to be 2 weeks cause after 2 weeks you start the game but here it was 2 months and Louis is an analyst not an electronic manager but still enjoyed reading it Hard work comes good work!
keep in mind this was started way back before game was released so no one really knew it was 2 weeks. and really? I thought louis was still an electronics manager. I find he kinda has the same outfit as shaun from shaun of the dead. (you got red on you). but still your right it is a good story.
But it wasn't enough...

What happens next!!!?
I......I don't know *starts crying*

[UKMD Elmo]

Damnnnn. I'm impressed. The best thing is that the characters ring true to the ones in Left 4 Dead. Which of course is THE most important part.

You sir, YOU, yes you. You get an Elmo Hug.

[Von Beck]

k conclusion. this shall be the story behind the official L4D movie... if it will ever be made..... which it should

[shadowstreak]

I smell a Garry's Mod remake...

[Von Beck]

I thought louis was still an electronics manager. I find he kinda has the same outfit as shaun from shaun of the dead. (you got red on you).
maybe if we keep bumping maybe... just maybe.. element will come by and be like OMG THE STORY and write it. but seriously no one else noticed the louis thing. (I just relized that on the main page there is a link to a easter egg site that says that but ohwell.)

[Bill_the_nonchalant]

Buffing sounds like a good idea. He'll be all &quot;Ooohh nooo!&quot; And update it.

[Bill_the_nonchalant]

Does element even go on this site anymore?

[BloodFin]

does ANYONE goe on this site anymore?

[HienoKaveri]

what a load of crock. tired of these wannabe writers..

[docofthemist1337]

R.I.P THREAD

you were great for a while until the AFK tornado hit element

if god brings him back to life so be it but may his soul rest peacefully in hell.....

SINCE HE ABANDONED US WITH A HALO STYLE CLIFFHANGER

[Keptron]

Sorry, but I am a lazy asshole :< I can't read that many

[BloodFin]

wait... what is Keptron a Lazy asshole about?

[Bill_the_nonchalant]

Although this story was great, it's what led me to 411, it has remained unfinished for a while. And so the fanfiction page of this website is left abandoned. Unless somebody puts that page to use it just seems usless. If I had the talent and patience to write an entire fanfiction I would.

As for you Element, Shame.

[BloodFin]

um... i don't know if you were looking... but you just used it...