A/N Hello! Welcome to my L4D story! It's gonna be amazing! Nothing I really have to tell you about, just enjoy!

Chapter 1:
I growl lightly, to warn the common that I get first prey. If there are any. My claws scrape the pavement as I crawl around. A common sneers at me, cockily. I slash it across the chest before it is able to attack. It falls, limp and lifeless to the ground. I grin, and suppress a laugh. Something brings me back to my senses. Gunshots. I tilt my head upwards, and listen intensely. The gunshots are fired by frantic shouting.

"-It's over here-! Shit, Witch!" A masculine voice shouts. I snicker at the survivor, who is about to be mauled by something more powerful then a Tank. A Witch. Those idiots don't stand a chance.

"Go around 'er!" Another voice says. I frown. I was hoping that they'd stumble upon her, she'd kill one of them, and then flee. Which would mean I'd get to eat. Suddenly, heavy footsteps sound from behind me. I turn to see Smoker standing before me. I shake my head and move quicker, so he won't be able to catch up to me.

I hop over a car, and flashlights are shone in front of me. I look at the survivors, two male and two female. One of the men is limping, and this one is wearing dark, tight jeans with a black jacket. The other man seems to be in his forties, and he holds his arm, which is bleeding through his blue shirt. His jogging pants are ripped, probably from someone like me. One girl carries the other, who is unconscious. The flashlights are shone in my face before I can get a good look at the women. The old man raises his gun and pulls the trigger.

Nothing happens. The other two attempt to shoot me, but again, nothing. I grin. The old man approaches me quickly, and I pounce him. I dig my claws into his chest, and begin to rip the cloth and skin away. Blood splatters onto the ground. I look up to see the girl rushing towards me. The other man stops her and they begin to flee. Good. Smoker hops onto the car behind me, and I notice his tongue fly forward. It misses. I bring my face into the neck of the survivor, and take a large bite of the skin.

I pull the flesh out, and the man screams in pain. I feel... remorse. I don't know why. I am just trying to feed myself. Smoker will probably split some with me. But I get most of him. A few minutes of slashing, and the man's heart stops beating.

I close my eyes, and fight off any dread or guilt I might feel. Smoker walks away for a moment, and I do what I always do after killing someone. I feel where my heart would be, and then where this man's heart is. It's my way of showing respect. I barely remember anything from my life before, but I remember something about some sort of native tribe showing respect with ceremonies to show they didn't kill an animal out of anger, or hatred, but survival. If I could live without eating humans, I would. This is the first emotion most zombies don't have; guilt. I can't say I like the feeling. As Smoker leans down and feels the wrist of the human, I listen for the sobs of the Witch. It sounds like a survivor, no doubt. It's a wonder any survivors are still alive, thanks to her. I grin. Smoker rises.

"He's dead." His voice is raspy, and makes me shiver.

"I figured when I ripped open his chest cavities." I hate my voice even more than his. I can't remember what it used to be like, but I imagine it was better than this. I don't really even speak. I growl, screech and hiss. But, at least I can speak. Most of, the others, can't speak, or speak very poorly. Smoker and I are the most intelligent infected in the area. Most human. Smoker takes it as a curse, but I take it as a blessing. To be human. Smoker takes the man's body in his arms, and lugs it over his shoulder. I know where to meet him. I know where we will feed. For now, I am curious. Without a word, I stalk the crying. My eyes can see through the dense darkness that falls over the city at night. I approach a building. This building is the source of the crying. I nudge the door open. It creaks lightly, and the sobbing ceases. I growl. The sobbing continues, but this time stronger. I move ever so slightly towards it. The sobbing is behind a door, and it gets heavier as I move along. The wooden floor creaks underneath my weight. I put my arm out to open the door. As it falls open, I notice the red hair and eyes immediately. She covers her face and sobs even louder.

"P-please, leave me alone..." She says. I am taken aback by this. She can speak, like me.

"I'm not going to hurt you..." I growl. She looks over at me, but then turns back into her palms.

"What do you want?" She asks, almost angrily. The answer is obvious. I'm curious. About her. Without thinking, I lower my hood, something I've never done in front of another Infected.

"I don't know." I answer, bluntly. She pulls away from her hands and looks at me, silencing her crying.

"Then why come?" She asks. I look down at the ground beneath my feet. I shrug lightly.

"I don't know." I say again.

"What do you know?" She snaps. I look up at her with a confused look. She seems pissed.

"Look, I'm trying to be... friendly," I begin, "but you're making me change my mind!" I turn to leave, but she stops me.

"Wait!" She calls. I grit my teeth and turn. She no longer seems angry. She seems sad.

"What?" I snap.

"You want to be my... friend?" I roll my eyes.

"Sure, why not." I say. I turn my head out the door, and peer at the windows. The sun is now coming up. I notion for her to follow.

"I have food." I explain. She nods and stands. I feel ridiculous crawling around, now. I stand straight up, and find she is as tall as me. I take my hood and put it back up, and head out the door. She follows behind me, but more slowly. I sigh.

"Get on my back." I order. She looks at me strangely.

"Why?" She asks.

"It'd be faster." I say. She is testing my patience. I might just ditch her soon. Hesitantly, she wraps her arms around my neck, and I jump out the door. A few minutes of jumping high and far, we make it to the dank sewers that I call my den. I open the sewer grate, and she slides off my back. I jump down the hole into the large, circular room, with placid and vile water in the centre of the room. The walkways around the edges hold the others. I found this when the infection had first started. At first, I was hesitant to share it with any other Infected. But they eased their ways in. Charger sat numbly off to the side, with Spitter and Jockey. Boomer was off somewhere, hopefully being attacked by survivors, and Smoker was watching the others, making sure no one would take our food. A few commons sat in the water, either puking or just standing still. I guide Witch over to Smoker, and motion for her to sit. Smoker looks oddly at her.

"What is she doing here?" He asks, almost upset.

"I brought her here, Smoker. Is there something wrong with that?" I snap. He raises his hands in defense.

"No! I was just wondering what one of the two would want in our 'home'!" He says. The two refers to Tanks and Witches, the two most powerful Infected among us all. Witch looks up at me, a hint of sadness twinkling in her eye.

"She can have my share." I tell Smoker. He looks at me in surprise.

"Your share? You took this guy down, shouldn't you get at least a few bites?" He asks, as though I'm insane. I find it ironic, because I am insane. All of us are. I shake my head.

"No. I'm not all that hungry right now." He shakes his head and mutters a few things, before splitting some of the man up and giving it to her. I walk away from the two, disgusted by our ways of life. I climb back up the ladder to the surface. I close the sewer grate and take a seat next to it. The sky above is pink, and the direct sunrise has an orange glow. It's beautiful, a voice says. I stand, and look around. None are around to have said that. Then who did? No one said it. You thought it, the voice says again. I narrow my eyes, confused. I am you, it says a final time, before dispersing from my thoughts. The voice was me? No. That voice was too calm. Too... Human. I sit once more, and hear the dazed footsteps of commons walking around. I turn my head to see some of them, just walking. How do they live so brain dead? I know the infection was to cause everything it infected to become bloodthirsty monsters, and attack all around them that either pose a threat or look like something edible.

But why am I not like that? Why is it that the others down in the sewers are all helpless, and stupid, while Smoker, Witch and I have free wills? Why are we so special? I shake my head, the thought going with it. I just gaze into the morning sun, thinking about plenty of things. I hear the sewer grate open, and half expect for Smoker to rise from it with some meat leftover. I turn my head to see Witch, standing above me. She sits next to me, and follows my gaze. She doesn't cry, or even sniffle. She is calm. We are calm. I don't feel the bloodlust and adrenaline running through my veins as I normally do. I like it better this way. It gives me time to relax, and think. She leans her head on my shoulder, and I shift uneasily. Do I feel... nervous? No. That's a human emotion. I am not a human.

"It's beautiful." She says. I turn my head to look at her. Her eyes meet mine.

"You think so?" I ask. She nods. I turn my head back at the sunrise.

"Do you?" She asks me. It takes me a moment to answer.

"I do. I sit and watch it every morning." I lie. It's not an entire lie. I do sometimes stare at the sun while it makes it's first hours trekking through the sky. I just don't do it like this. I usually watch it cautioussly, warning myself that my eyesight will weaken if I don't hurry up and catch something to eat. I feel her hands beside my face, and I shiver. I feel my hood fall off, and her gaze on the cut on my left cheek. I can tell my eyes are bloodshot, and a bright shade of red. They always are. I remember something from my life as a human, at least. I had green eyes. My hair falls over my forehead, and I feel her gaze shift to the few strands of it sticking up at the back of my head. I continue to watch as the sun rises, but it looks as though it will never reach anywhere above where it is now. I groan and my head falls back. I look at her. Her eyes aren't like a regular Witch's. Instead of blank, yellow eyes, she has bloodred ones, like me. I don't know anybody else in the sewer to be like me. They all have either white or yellow eyes. Then again, her and I are very different from the rest. Suddenly, my stomach feels weird. Not like I'm about to puke, but it feels like it is full of some sort of insect, just fluttering about wildly. I look away, hoping that this feeling would end. Sure enough, it does a few minutes later. Why does she give me this weird... tingling? It feels awful. I've never felt like that before. Or... maybe I have. Just, not as a zombie. I push the thoughts away, and continue to stare, uncomfortably, at the sun.

A/N What did you think? Pretty awesome, right? Feedback is accepted, and so are questions!

So long, and thanks for all the fish.