AN: Ugh, I'm sorry it's been a long time since I've posted D: But I had some writer's block (you should know how that feels.) Here's the next installment of my work. Hope you enjoy it :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Left 4 Dead, Valve does.

Chapter 2:

A small neighborhood stood in the distance, silence ruling the homes. Houses were boarded up in an attempt to keep out the Infected, but some were breached and torn open, with everything destroyed inside. A few cars were scattered about the place, most likely left by their owners in a hurry.

Though the place was abandoned, a girl stumbled about on the concrete, holding a machine gun in one hand and looking around her cautiously, while she held her shoulder with her other hand. Seeing that there weren't any zombies to disturb her, she quickly climbed up into a tree to rest, hoping that she could take a moment to check her shoulder.

-Rain's POV-

It was so quiet in the neighborhood. Neither zombie nor survivor seemed to be around, but there was no way I was taking chances. The last time I did, a Special Infected with one large arm charged at me, and ended up slamming me against a wall until I had no feeling in half of my body. Now because of my clumsiness, my shoulder was throbbing badly. I had no time to look at it back there though, as a group of zombies had advanced on me, giving me no choice but to run. Since I started running, I haven't met anymore of them, and decided it was time for a break.

I pulled back the sleeve of my grey T-shirt to inspect my shoulder. ...Crud, it has swelled up since the attack, seeming almost two times its original size. I sighed and pulled my sleeve back down, taking out a first aid kit from my backpack. I stared at the red bag, looking it over in my hands, and sighed again. 'There probably isn't anything in here to help with the swelling' I thought. I opened it anyways, gazing at the content inside. There was a manual, a can of medical spray, a few rolls of gauze, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, adhesive tape, some bandages of all sorts, scissors, and a flashlight with extra batteries.

I read through the manual in hope of finding something to cease the swelling or pain in my shoulder, but to no avail. Discouraged, I place the kit back in my backpack, and propped myself against the tree. I was sitting on the highest branch I could climb to, and I had a pretty good view of the area. There wasn't much to look at though, only a bunch of cars, roads, and several houses with a few walls broken down stood in view. I looked up at the sky, covered with dull clouds, to help take my mind off of the situation.

Looks like it's going to start pouring soon.

I breathed in slowly to help calm down a bit, and closed my eyes. For about half an hour I sat up in the tree, listening to the leaves rustle in the wind and to the few birds chirping. In that time I recollected what had happened when the virus first broke out.

I had been at home when all of this happened. I had no idea where my friends were or if they were alive at all. My parents had left before the outbreak...

I thought about my parents and how they must be doing right now. For all I know they could be fine, or they could be dead. An image played through my head of my mom and dad, both covered in bite marks and pale skinned, moaning and groaning in the horrific way a zombie was expected to.

I let out a small whimper as the mental image sank in. I couldn't help it, these kind of things upset me easily. I took a few breaths to regain my composure and drew my mind away from the dark possibilities. After a few minutes I finally had control of my emotions and was left with only the sound of the wind blowing around me once more.

Somehow this reminded me of the time my dad decided to scare me by dressing as a zombie. It worked and all you could hear was my screaming through the house. But looking back on that now, it seemed kind of ironic, considering it was only a joke then.

Heck, in school my friends and I would always talk about our plans if a zombie apocalypse ever happened. Crete was my closest buddy, and we always had fun together. He said his plan was to somehow get a helicopter along with several gallons of fuel, food, and water, and remain in the air until the whole thing blew over. As for Anna, another close pal, she was planning on taking a space ship to some random space station. That wasn't a bad idea, but I pointed out that there might be zombies up there as well. She only shrugged and said she'd bring a couple of guns just in case.

As for myself, I had planned on traveling to an isolated island somewhere in the middle of the ocean and staying there for the rest of my life. You can probably guess how that's going right?

I was beginning to doze off when I felt something touch my leg. I yelped and look down, only to find a bug had crawled on me. I sat for a moment dumbfounded, and grumbled to myself. " I guess even bugs scare me nowadays." The bug crawled away after, leaving me alone to rest. I slowly drifted into a light sleep again, with thoughts of my parents and friends still echoing in my head.