Welcome to my second story! Again, please do not review too harshly because I'm new at this, so if my story sucks, just explain why.

Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead

I growled at the desolate city. I was standing, no crouching on a building. I had a hoodie on while the hood draped all of my facial features. My pants were stain red as I growled, remembering my latest meal.

My name was the first thing to go when I turned, I laugh at how stupid I was before I was turned into this damn creature! My childhood friend had suffered an easier fate of having his brains blown out. Maybe I should tell what I remember first.

The city was in a blur as I sped away in a car. I had an AK-47 slung over my back as I drove through horde after horde of infected people. I was sitting in a car with my childhood friend, David. He had a shotgun in his hands as his head hung high in the air. We recently had just escaped from our houses after seeing the infected break through and kill both our families.

I nearly cry as I remember the body of my brother just laying there on the ground, my sister next to him. Both had a bullet through the brain after a policeman came in to help. My sister and brother were infected by a bite to the arm, trying to protect me from a madman. The policeman left after he shot my siblings and I was left to stare at three cold blank faces…..2 which were related to me by flesh and blood.

I was in a near crazed state when I heard my friend call. I turn to see him holding a bloody sword and a handgun. I nearly scream at him for his bloody entourage when more of those damned things come in. I grab the handgun I always kept for protection in my room and start blasting away at any thing that moved…………………………..nearly missing my friend.

We both checked the TV to find out about the outbreak. We decided to escape via the airport since those things can't fly and the safest reported area is either the south or North Pole. I snap out of my daydream and resume driving until of all the ungodly things to happen, a Tank shows up and throws a huge slab of concrete at us. I try to drive away but the horde slowed down my car and we ended up being launched into the sky.

When, I reawaken, I find myself covered in blood and scratch marks, but the true thing that made me want to die was the fact I felt teeth marks on my arm. I look around my area and find my weapons gone along with David. I get up and start walking around, following a trail of infected to a building. Inside the darken rooms, I find even more bodies along with empty shells.

I keep following a trail to find my buddy David on his last legs. He was propping himself against the wall, his leg was twisted and he was struggling to move to the chair I saw nearby. I quickly ran over to help him but was shocked to see him point his handgun on my face. He says I look like HIM but my appearance changes that. I try to speak but a group of infected round the corner and try to kill David.

I pick up a nearby bat and strike at the horde. After the last body fell, I turn to see my friend on the ground. I cry out and run over to find him still barely holding on. I grab his first aid kit and try to patch him up only to find my hands had mutated into long sharp claws. I realize now I have turned into one of them, but somehow still able of logical thinking.

I see my friend motion for his gun, I don't understand until he makes the motion of him blowing his brains onto the floor and walls. I sadly nod in agreement as I see his leg was torn open, his stomach ripped in a dozen places, and the bite marks littering his body and remaining good leg. I cry hard bitter tears as I clumsily grab his gun and hand it to him.

He positions the thing to his head and aligns with his brain. Before he pulls the trigger, he says one last thing that I will never forget. 'You are my best friend, see you in the other side with our families bro' and then a shot rang out through the halls. I stop crying and stumble out of the building.

I look around to find that there are no more people, only those inhuman things walking around, waiting for a sign of a meal to pop up and give them relaxation. Tears flow more strongly now as I realize that not only are there no more survivors, I had a gun and option to kill myself earlier, a promise I made if we couldn't make it, yet I chose not to, even after the outbreak hit the airport, we still fought because of my insane and cocky attitude!

My friend is dead and so is my human soul, I glance up at the sky and walk into the dark, ready to live this new and strange life.

As I replay the memories of my past mistakes over and over again in my head, my new body starts to make me tingle. I snap out of my flashbacks and respond to my urges, my urges to hunt and tear, maybe feast. I glance down at the streets and see 4 survivors maneuver their way through the horde. I nearly laugh at how my stomach will soon be full.

Again I peer down to see more closely, there are a girl and 3 men. An old man, a biker, what appears to be an accountant and a college student are roaming the streets with semi-automatics. I pounce down on a nearby ledge to get a closer picture of who they are. I now see clearly that they are indeed wielding shotguns and machine guns.

I decide to play it safe boy and land on the ground in an alley. Due to my black hoodie and pants plus the complete darkness of the night, they can't see me without flashlights. I crouch in the dark in case they do decide to inspect the alley, but can still attack if they don't see me.

When I finally see a figure come past, I pounce. I land directly on my target; a black man's face meets mine and I stare deep into his eyes, instilling what seems to be an endless torture of pressure and fear, knowing that your probably gonna die right now. My antagonizing glare is soon faltered by the sound of screams of help and pleas to get this thing off of him. I continue to hold the man down and stare as he hollers his head off and it isn't before long that his 3 friends arrive.

I still stay on the man and continue to make him fear me, my red glowing eyes mixed with both excitement and anger just makes the man hoarse as he keeps trying to push me off and desperately stay alive. Before I can do anything else, someone shoves me off of the man and rapidly fires bullets at me.

I am hit in the shoulder and grazed by the leg but after my transformation, I stopped learning and caring about any pain and just leapt away to a tall building. I peer slightly over the edge to see that my attacker was the college student.

She helps the accountant up and checks him for any wounds and such that could be inflicted by my claws, she states her puzzlement when she questions how the man was pinned for awhile yet still did not maintain any scars nor wounds that hunters normally do.

The biker says that I may have been a loony infected or just plain stupid and was asking to be shot, while the accountant stays silent after his near-death experience and the old man just grunts and smokes.

Soon the girl gives up her questions and continues on; staying close to the back while the others take the lead. I growl at what the girl did to my favorite hoodie and how she questions me, I decide she will be next.

I hop down into a doorway that leads to the sounds of crying. I hope those survivors know that this crying is the sign of danger and not a survivor. I was not lucky enough. I see a silhouette of a figure approach slowly, gunning down any infected that comes to close for comfort.

As the figure comes closer, I see that it is in fact the college girl and decide to make this a chance to help her live so I can study her more and learn of her 'fear' of my kind. I wait quietly in the doorway, the sounds of crying radiating opposite of me. As soon as the girl comes up close enough, I thank the stars that she was facing a different angle that will not let her see me.

As soon as she approaches close enough to the door, I pounce. I stare into the face of the girl. I hear three men shout 'Zoey!' in unison, they must have followed behind. I glare deep into the eyes of the young girl and I can smell the immense fear radiating off of her person.

Her eyes tell the full story of wanting and praying to GOD that this thing get the hell off her now or at least someone come to her rescue. I nearly lose control to instinct and raise one of my claws to claw my new play toy, yet I show restraint and instead pounce off and away.

As I hide again in the shadows, I can hear the 4 survivors talk about how weird it was for a hunter to have 5 to 10 seconds of ripping Zoey's guts out yet didn't even make a mark. Zoey, the college girl, then resumes to try the door and again and enters the dark room.

I smack myself for not scaring her away and instead decide to save this clueless person because of the interest she gives me when I chose to study my former kind of people. I dive right into the room, past the biker, old man, and accountant.

They all blink and then realize I slipped past them and rush into the room. Their flashlights combined with the noise they make instantly attract the the dangerous enemy in the room and her roar is echoed immensely as she charges for the nearest target, Zoey. Before the men can do anything, Zoey and the crazed infected have tussled outside and in board streetlight; they could see the witch slicing at Zoey.

In a feeble attempt to protect her face, Zoey raises her gun and her free hand to try and block the witch's swipe, which in turn hurts her hand and weakens the durability of the weapon.

I had stayed in the dark room while they fought outside and the sight of the men not doing anything because of fear of hurting Zoey and the sight of the Witch, as I like to call it, froze the men stiff, I pounce out like lightning and tackle the witch, in determination to save some new specimens.

Before she could try anything, I start clawing at her face and she screams even louder. Her hands swing wildly and I get many good hits in the stomach as well my legs. As we both continue to fight and claw at each other, I hear a beeping noise and turn to see the biker activate a pipe bomb and throw it at us.

The witch again changes targets and charges at the bomb while I quickly scale the wall in an attempt to live. I succeed barely and my legs suffer burns. I peer over the edge to see the 4 people with confused looks as to what just happened and the slips of conservation reveal they were talking about how a hunter resists a pipe bomb. I see that all 4 shudder at the thought of now useless pipe bombs since the beeping noise no longer attracts them.

They all slowly proceed to move to god knows where. As they move through, the biker takes the lead and moves at a fast pace while blowing any infected away. I decide to study him next and find a suitable place on the rooftop over his head.

Just as he pasts the door, I pounce down on him. He doesn't see me so I get a clean capture. He starts yelling to get this 'thing' the hell off of him and I just glare again into this survivor and see he has a fight still in him, a person who is cocky yet could still take on quite a few of the infected. Just as the rest arrive, I hop off of him and pounce away. Again all 4 survivors exchange confused looks.

Due to my position, and how loud these people talk, I manage to hear names and piece them together. Biker man is Francis, accountant is Louis, and old man is Bill, I already know college student so I stop listening after learning their names.

After stalking the group for 1 hour, the girl whines to the extent of collapsing and saying that she is going anywhere. I smirk at this girl's little attitude and decide slightly….just slightly, to kill her last. The rest of the group grunt, agree, or just remain silent. I decide to stick close by and target the remaining person I yet to study.

I leap down into a doorway where they can't see me and wait. Soon, the group takes up leave again, against the girl's protest, and walk in a diamond formation. I grin madly at how Bill takes the back. As soon as they take care of any infected, I pounce onto Bill. As soon as I stare into his eyes, I nearly gasp in shock at how this man shows no fear.

He glares back at me, a cold steel glint in his eyes as he continues to try and wrestle me off. I soon lose as his non-existent fear shocks me to the extent of forgetting my position.

I recover as I hear shouts and war cries and leap away, glancing back once to see only the biker shooting while Zoey and Louis help Bill up. I leap onto a nearby roof and crouch down, hiding my presence from the group as I try and heal my wounds. I look over to see a table littered with guns, ammo, and a couple medical packs. I rip a pack open and clumsily try to dress and fix my wounds.

I sigh at my hopelessness and just put everything back in the pack and rest against a ledge, closing my eyes and thinking about these new 4 survivors that are probably scared out of their minds, trying to survive in this new darken world, I don't know why I haven't even hurt them yet, maybe my sanity is still clinging to my body and thus makes it impossible to hurt any other humans, either way, I'm tired and I fall into a deep slumber.