Disclaimer: It's obvious that I do not own any of the Left 4 Dead characters.
Now just to warn you, this is some serious messed up shit. So if you don't like messed up shit, turn back now. If you do, enjoy, you twisted freak.
If it didn't feel like my body was about to die on me, there would be no other way I could have fallen asleep.
In all honestly, as was shocked when I awoke later in bed I was momentarily using as my own, thinking that I would never be able to sleep ever again in my life after what I had went through.
I guess for once my mind was too exhausted to process nightmares but if the infected didn't personally take me out soon, my mind was sure as hell going to do it for them.
But I was shaking as if I had left the window open on a chilly winter night in North Dakota where I use to spend the summer with my father.
It was never really summer in North Dakota to me since I lived with the rest of my family in Arizona when I wasn't with my dad.
Thinking of my family left an unsettling knot forming in my stomach.
I felt my small stomach churn with what was left of the caned dinner I had found in the small kitchen.
I'd give anything for the simplicity of the old days, but it was useless to dwell on such thoughts now if I wanted to live to see tomorrow.
Actually, I wasn't sure if I did.
I shut my eyes tightly, willing away my trembles, before I sighed loudly to myself.
With my old group you weren't allowed to sigh, especially if we were stuck waiting for the infected hordes to disperse outside what we called the safe room.
There were only two others beside me, both men, leaving me to feel like the weakest link in a chain of testosterone with my small womanly body.
I had to learn to carry my own weight so as not to bring us all down and I had to learn quickly.
Though in the end, I still managed to fail them.
Do not worry! If you are so all up in this go to the next chapter.
That's where the real fun starts. This is just a warm up to get you all ready.
This is a short story. This is one of four chapters :3