Hello fellow L4D fanatics. I write this in absence of a real “story” for L4D beyond small snippets uttered from the survivors mouths in game. Now, this will be a series, explaining the back story of each of the survivors, BEFORE they were running for their lives as one cohesive unit.
Another boring day…
Louis was a man that most would define as “normal.” He wore a tie, and went to work like the rest of humanity. But when a man is put in a extraordinary circumstances, things become….interesting.
“Sigh, another day at work… this is getting boring…” Louis thought as he drove to he electronics store where he worked. He clocked in, and went to the front desk, where he could sit, and double check service reports, and other such matters.
“Louis, You’ve got red on you.” said one of his co-workers as he sat down.
Louis looked at his shirt, and yes there was a small, red stain from where he left his pen.
“Go help that costumer with his shit!” Louis said in a quiet, angry tone to the co-worker.
As he worked on the service reports on a Beefy computer that a customer insisted was not working when he had bought it, he heard small noise in the background, emanating from the TV’s in the back.
“In other news, a new strain of what appears to be rabies has spread rapidly among the residents of-”
“Man turn that shit off, change it to a channel that ain’t the news!” Louis yelled at the 16-year old newbie.
After many hours of boring, tedious work, it was time for lunch. He drove down to the rifle range, thinking that it would be a pleasant break. He walked up to the front desk, carrying his scoped rifle in its case and asked, “How much for thirty minuets of shooting dawg?”
The clerk replied with a bored face, “Five bucks…”
Louis laid down the money on the counter, and suddenly experienced a chill as he walked to his station, a chill, that some would say felt as if the world was about to end. Pulling out his rifle, he set it up, attaching the scope, and inserting the clip. When that was done, holding the gun, he rested his elbow on the table, and took aim. The target was close enough so he would not have to adjust his aim. He held his breath, saying to himself, “The first shot is always the worst…,” and pulled the trigger. “Bullseye” he thought silently, as the first bullet whizzed into the center of the target.
Many clips of ammo later, he returned to work, prepared for his co-workers jokes and jests.
“Is the world gonna end Louis? Could you please tell me?”
“Crazy bastard.”
“What, you in a gang? Why would you need to know how to shoot!”
All of these comments rang out as Louis walked in, and each was followed by a small murmur of laughter. And, just like any other day, his reply was, “Get yo’ asses back to work!”
Many hours of reports, filing, restocking, and annoying customers later, Louis was finally able to go home for the day. As he drove, he experienced the same chill he had experienced at the shooting range, but once again, he shook it off as being a odd thought. As he booted up his computer to pwn n00bs at Counter-Strike he was unaware that his phone, cellphone, and pager were ringing off the hook with calls from friends and family.
“Weird, all of the servers are pinging with 0 players.”
Since it seemed that noone on the planet was playing CS at this moment, he decided to go to bed, thinking that tomorrow would be the same as any other day.
Oh how wrong he was.
The Beginning of the End of the World
Louis woke up the next morning, took his shower, got dressed, and ate breakfast, in the same manner he did every day. As he sat on the couch, he got he same chill as yesterday, and actually gave it thought.
“Lets see whats on the news…,” he thought nervously.
The TV flicked on and as-
This is an emergency broadcast to all residents of Southern California, please head to your nearest evacuation center immediately.
As Louis watched in disbelief, another message popped on screen:
Public carrying of firearms is no longer prohibited.
Louis, realizing that this was most certainly NOT a drill, ran to his closet, and took out his rifle. He ran to the door, and as he was reaching for the handle, he heard what sounded like a knock. He peered through the hole, and saw a man banging his fists on the door, as if to punch his way through. He opened the door, and suddenly the man rushed in, and started hitting Louis as hard as he could. Louis smacked him off with the butt of his gun and yelled, “MAN, why you hitting me!” The man rushed at Louis again, and Louis, sensing that this man wouldnt listen to him, or anyone else, he smacked him back, and as the man was on the ground, Louis, thinking quickly, shot him.
“Oh my god, I killed him!” Louis thought, ” The rule now is shoot first, ask questions later…”
Louis ran out the door, and charged headlong into a battle to survive, and find others that had survived the end of the world.
No Mercy, The Road
Louis, being a man with a very small measure of common sense, decided to walk to a residential district, which was a mile or two away. Since the only way there was to follow city streets, he decided to go that way. As he walked along Oak Lane, he saw the state the world had been reduced to in the span of a few short hours. Cars, piled to gether in crashes, houses with doors cast ajar, or no doors at all. Hearing a moaning sound, he saw a zombie, as he called them, that wasnt aware of him, so he shot it before it could do anything to him, uttering “The first shot is always the worst…”
He walked down into what appeared to be a community center. moving closer, he saw that a great deal of zombies were gathered around the door, and along the street, blocking his path. He looked around for any way to get by them, and noticed a body against a wall, with “They are attracted to noise!!” scribbled above it, and what appeared to be a pipe. Being careful not to disturb the zombies, he snuck over to the pipe, and saw that it had a light and wires on it, and a switch.
“Wonder what this switch does…” he uttered as he flicked it.
The pipe suddenly started beeping, and suddenly all of the zombies ran twoards him, hearing the noise. Frantically, he threw it into the towards them, and to his suprise, they all clustered around it. suddenly, the pipe exploded, killing all the zombies in a cloud of blood.
“Holy Shit!!!” Louis screamed after the mist of blood had settled.
Seeing no more of the zombies, he walked into the community center and saw that there was a stash of ammo against the wall, and people had written above it.
“GET OUT NOW!”
“What the hell is happening?”
“It’s the rabies infection, its changed them.”
Louis read all of this and was shocked, and wrote on the wall “Is there anyone left?”
He grabbed ammo for his rifle and walked out a back door on to an adjacent street. he started runnin for reasons unknown to himself, until he hit a barbed wire fence that he couldnt cross over, leading into the city. Seeing a car nearby, that appeared to be working, he got in and rammed the fence with the car. As he rammmed it, he lost control for a split second and accidentaly hit the horn.
Suddenly, the cries of many people rang out in the air as one high pitched scream, and Louis quickly jumped out of the car and started running. as he started running, he heard many footsteps behind him and knew that he may not survive. All of the sudden, he was dragged into a house by a old man wearing an army outfit.
“Here they come!” the old man said as he pulled out a shotgun.
Louis ,sensing a large fight was on thier hands, stood on the stairs ,which had a view of the door. The door shattered in the center, exposing the zombies to the bullets of Louis and the old man. They continually fired at the door, but it seemed the zombies kept on coming no matter how many of them were downed. Finally, the door shattered, knocking the old man down, but giving Louis the opportunity to see how many were left. He fired into the crowd that had crowded around the old man, and kept shooting until all of them were dead.
“Help me up!” said the old man.
Louis walked over and helped the old man up saying, “Come on, lets get up, lets get up!”
“Whats your name anyway, son?”
“Its Louis.”
“Well Louis, i’m Bill, Lets keep moving. This fight ain’t over yet.”
What happened after that, is a story not for now, but in the near future.
