Left 4 Dead Fan Fiction

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 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....

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