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Left 4 Dead - The Beginning

Sandvich · 2010-10-13T16:14:12Z

I sighed and flopped onto the sofa. I switched on the TV. The news was on again. The news was always on these days. Even when they weren’t reporting anything, it just said Please await further information. It was on every channel, over all the programmes. I thought it was stupid. They’d overridden The Inbetweeners because of some psychos who’d started biting people, and I wasn’t at all amused. I’d really been looking forward to this week’s episode. I flicked through the channels absent-mindedly, but everything was the same. News. News, news, news. Please await further information. Suddenly, there was a banging at the door. I groaned. Probably another person trying to sell something. I stayed seated, willing him to go away, but he kept banging on the door like his life depended on it. “All right! Hold on…” I shouted, lifting myself from the couch. “Carry on like that and you’ll break the bloody door in…” He carried on knocking until I opened the door. I prepared to give the guy a lungful, but something stopped me. I stared at him, and he stared blankly back at me. His skin was pale, unnaturally pale, and he stunk like hell. Disco rings were forming on his shirt, under his arms. He glared at me with totally vacant eyes, his head cocked slightly to the side. I grimaced. “Look, man, I don’t know what you’re trying to sell. I really don’t care. Bug off and stop stinking the place up.” I slammed the door in his incomprehensive face irritably before returning to my seat. The news was still on, with its stupid message and its annoying tune. Then the guy started banging on the door again. “Fuck off!” I boomed. I could hear the door rattling on its hinges. I clenched my fist and moved towards the door once again. Just before I reached it, it fell in with an almighty crash and I was left staring at the man again. We both stood in silence for a few seconds. He was staring at me again, in exactly the same way as he had been before. The instant I recovered from my surprise, I lunged at him angrily. “What the hell?” I screamed, “You’re bloody paying for that. You’re mental!” I grabbed his damp shirt, shuddering as I did so, and then he began to cough. I looked at him for a moment as he was racked by a series of haughty chokes, and then he vomited blood all down my shirt. I shouted and let him go, wiping at the horrific mixture of bile and blood down my front, and that was when he bit me. He leapt forward, screaming unintelligibly, and sank his teeth into my arm. I pulled away from his mouth, tearing my shirt and my skin as I did so, and shoved him backwards. He tripped over himself and slammed his head on the heavy slab of wood that had used to be my door. This would have winded any normal person, but not him. Within seconds he was up again, covering the ground between us in a few short bounds, growling like an animal. Spit dripped from the corner of his mouth as he attacked me, but this time I was ready. I punched him hard in the eye, putting all my weight behind the attack. His head snapped backwards, but he somehow grabbed me before he fell backwards once more. He screamed and tried to bite me again, but I pushed him back. He swung his arm at me, his nails raking against my cheek and I kicked him in the face. I heard his nose break, but I didn’t care. This guy was trying to goddamn kill me. I grabbed the arm of the sofa and hauled myself up as the man scrambled around the floor on all fours. I backed away from him, trying to think, but I was pumped with adrenaline and couldn’t form a plan. I simply sprinted for the door, but he bit me on the leg. It hurt awfully, and my brain was suddenly clouded with blind rage. Twisting away from his grip, I stamped my foot down on his ankle. It twisted unnaturally, but still he kept up the attack. Dodging around him, I grabbed the nearest thing I could find, a lamp, and then smashed it over his head. The china shattered, but still he kept crawling towards me. All I wanted to do was stop this guy. I didn’t care how. I sprinted over to the kitchen, before grabbing the biggest knife I could find, a bread knife. I turned and, to my horror, saw my enemy limping towards me, dragging his ankle behind him uselessly. I didn’t think. I sunk the knife into his ribcage, but it didn’t even slow him. I yanked it out in a spray of blood, before slashing at his face. This time it connected, perhaps a little too much. I embedded the knife in his eye and he immediately fell backwards, dead. I stoop there, panting, as the adrenalin ebbed out of me. Then I gasped. I’d just killed a guy. I stared at the corpse for a few seconds, then slowly staggered to the nearest chair. I sat there, staring at the blank screen of the television, with the white words plastered across it. I stared at them for a few seconds and looked at the door, then at the dead guy in my kitchen. Suddenly, a voice pierced the darkness. The news was back on. “ The government has issued an official warning. They urge us all not to leave our homes. It seems that the situation is not under control. ” It was over as soon as it had begun, and I was back with the words on the screen. Please await further information. It was only then that I realised what was really happening. So, yeah. Fanfiction. :)

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Thu Jul 14, 2011 11:50 am

Davethepenquin says... · Thu Jul 14, 2011 11:50 am

Fanfiction is now awesome.

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Sun Jul 24, 2011 5:27 pm

EscapeThat says... · Sun Jul 24, 2011 5:27 pm

I think the grammatical things have all been covered so I won't go over that again. But I will say that I enjoyed the story, I always love a good zombie tale. I liked the subtle differences to usual zombie stories you added in there like them being slower to attack and knowing that it knew he was even in there in the first place. You left me wanting to know more, although I don't predict much of a future for the protagonist after that bite. Has everything its needs, well done.

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