3The Survivors: In the Beginning
Authors note: This is inspired by the Left 4 Dead video game the characters and events are all fictional but the locations are real. Please read and review thanks.
Chapter 1
November 13, 2028
What the hell just happened? I thought as I struggled to not cut my self on the glass lying all around me then I looked around and seen the scene before me. I was lying in the middle of the highway where I had been driving only minutes ago or had it been hours I couldn't tell. There where others laying around me some of them looked dead others looked alive. I noticed all the vehicles scattered around and then I noticed my truck. It was twenty feet to my right the driver's door wide open. I most have been thrown out of it but how. I got up and started walking back to my truck but I wasn't the only one to get up someone else did and they started running towards me. I had been in fights in my younger days but this was different I only had times to defend my self so I throw my hands p in front of my face. The person that had started running at my never throw a punch I realized as they slammed into me knocking me off my feet. I feel back wards onto the ground next to my truck normally it would've hurt like a mother but I didn't have time to thank about the pain only time to realize that something was trying to chew my ear off latterly.
Thankfully I had been headed out to my Dads for the opening weekend of deer season and had strapped my knives onto my belt. I reached for one and griped the handle of my bowie knife it had a twelve inch blade on it that was razor sharp. "What the fuck is your problem?" I asked the person that was still trying to attack me the only answer I got was a low growl like what you'd hear from a dog getting ready to attack. Upon hearing this I thrust all twelve inches of surgical steel into the fuckers chin and watched as the blade came out the top of its head. I rolled the attacker off me and pulled the Bowie out of its head. I checked my truck to make sure it would still start and it did. What ever I had hit was no longer sitting in front of me or had I hit something I couldn't remember. I got in and started driving down the highway no reason to change my original destination. As I drove to my dads I noticed that there we're all kinds of people lying in the road and the other vehicles I thought about getting out and helping them but remembered the thing that had attacked m.
I had always been a fan of horror movies and games especially the zombie ones and that's what the attacker reminded me of. That's impossible though I thought to myself zombies don't actually exist they where just a Hollywood trick with makeup and computers. That attack was real enough though wasn't it Trent I told myself. I continued my drive to my dads and was realized when the little town of Seymour, MO I thought maybe I should call my friend and see if any of them are home safe but there was one I wasn't even going to call and that was my girl friend Alana. As I neared her house the scene didn't look good the front door was wide open but her dad's truck was gone so there was still hope. I parked in the street and reached across the seat and grabbed my .44 magnum out of the glove box and walked up to the front door.
"Alana are you home?" I yelled hoping there would be an answer.
"Trent is that you?" I heard someone yell.
"Yeah. Where are you and where's Alana?" I yelled back.
I started inside when I heard a door open form within the house I started walking towards the sound. Then something knocked what was left of the front door over and as I turned to look I raised my gun up to shot. Before I could aim another one of the zombie like things started running at me as I started pulling the trigger I heard another gun go off and the things head exploded in front of my eyes. I turned to the other door there in the living room other then the one I had been walking towards to see who had just saved my life.
"Alfred what the fuck are you doing here shouldn't you be at dads?" I said looking at my clock to check the time it read 5:40 P.M..
"Yea but not after what happened yesterday. Where have you been for the past twenty-nine hours?" He asked.
"What do you mean twenty-nine hours? I just started from Springfield maybe an hour ago and things where normal not like this. Until I got to Rogersville anyways and that was probably thirty minutes ago." I replied.
"Maybe you should come in here before more of those come." Alfred told me.
"Ok. Is Alana here though?" I asked
"Come look for yourself." He replied
I followed my brother to what was Alana's room and she was asleep on the bed how could she have slept through those gun shots I asked my self. I turned back to the door as Alfred was shutting it and putting a bar across it.
"Ok now tell me what you mean twenty-nine hours." I demanded my brother.
"We where at school when one of those crazies came running in to the cafeteria. It started attacking people and as soon as it finished with one it would go after another and the first one would get up and do the same. I was eating lunch with Alana and her friends when it started we ran to my truck but you know how that damn thing is it wouldn't start so I grabbed my shotgun and my box of shells and we ran here. Most all of her friends are dead and she was worried about you. When we got here and found her parents gone we hide back here and barred the door shut." Alfred told me.
"So you're telling me that I've been lying in the middle of the highway for twenty-nine hours?" I asked.
"That would explain why we couldn't reach you on your cell phone. It doesn't explain why you aren't one of them though." Alfred said.
"What are they?" I asked.
"You should know you have watched and played most of the movies and games about them." He answered.
"That's what I was afraid of." I replied. "So what's your plan?" I asked Alfred.
"Now that you're here to get somewhere safer, but we can't leave until she wakes up." Alfred said pointing to Alana.
"Ok get what you need." I told him.
"But she's still asleep." He replied.
"Not for long she isn't." I told him.
As I told him this I climbed into the bed hovering over her I grabbed both of her hands pinning them over her head and started kissing her as her eyes flow open and she started struggling. I let go and quit kissing her before her adrenaline could take effect.
"Your brothers going to kill you for that." Alana yelled at me.
"Really" I said as I looked at Alfred "your going to kill me for that are you Alfred?" I asked him.
"Give her a minute she just took her medicine a couple of hours ago." Alfred answered me.
"What the fuck is going on." Alana asked.
She most still be half asleep I thought to myself other wise I would be pinned to the bed.
"Well according to Alfred I spent the past twenty-nine hours passed out on the highway while you two hide out here." I told Alana. She most have realized who I was cause at this point she wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me.
"I thought you would never come. I was going to tell Alfred that we needed to leave if you weren't here in the morning." She said.
"It'll take more then a handful of zombies to keep me away from you baby." I told her as we started kissing again.
"Get a room you two." Alfred said half jokingly.
"Get your stuff sweet heart where going to leave." I told her as we finished kissing.
After she had finished gathering here stuff we walked back out to my truck and that's when everything went to hell. The first thing I noticed was the ground shaking and then I seen it was a zombie nut it was bigger it looked more like a fucking guerrilla.
"O shit. Get in and drive." I yelled at Alfred as I jumped into the back of the truck and started pumping bullets into the damn thing. Alfred had driven my truck before so he knows how she would act no matter what he did. As he drove through the streets the damn guerrilla thing kept chasing us after about thirty shots the damn thing finally fell over. I hit the back window and Alfred stopped the truck.
"What the hell was that thing?" He asked me.
"Well if I have to take a guess it looks like it's from one of the zombie game that I still love to play. The Left 4 Dead game that came out when I was eight." I answered him.
"Well shit." Was his reply.
He had played the game with me when we where younger and know what had just chased us out of town. He also know that if the tank zombies as they called them in that game that the hunters, smokers, belchers, and the feared witches most be real at this point as well.
"What are you talking about?" Alana asked.
Alfred climbed into the back of the truck sitting against the cab with his shotgun as me and Alana got in the front. I started explaining the game to her as I drove to my dads as I finished explaining it to her. God I hope to hell there aren't any witch's I thought to my self but the thought was shortly gone as we pulled down the drive way to my dad's house.
Authors note: I do not own the rights to the Left 4 Dead game.