So Many Infected..Just my fucking luck[Male Survivor Reader x Left 4 Dead]

Chapter 1: Meeting the Four Survivors[No Mercy]

{TWO WEEKS AFTER FIRST INFECTION...}

[No one's POV]

As night fell over the city of Fairfield, the carnage in the streets continued. The sound of sirens, screams and howling echoed in the air. Rubble, wrecked cars and corpses littered the streets, painting the grim picture of great catastrophe.

Four survivors moved silently through the alleyway, alert and cautious, training their guns on anything that moved.

Bill, the leader of the group, was an old but sturdy war veteran, evident from the army fatigues that he wore, and the professionalism with which he handled his M-16 assault rifle. A smoking cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth, illuminating his wiry bearded face and the green beret donning his greying hair.

Following closely behind Bill was Zoey, a petite, young brunette woman. She wore a white vest, bright red track jacket with white stripes running down the sides, faded jeans and black and white sneakers. Her cautious green eyes scanned the area for any signs of danger, her ponytail sweeping through the air.

She held an M1911 pistol in front of her with one hand, while her other hand grasped a flashlight, lighting up the group's path.

Louis walked next to Zoey, holding a Uzi close to his side. The submachine gun was in stark contrast to the office attire of the thin, black and head-shaved young man; a white collared button-up shirt, business slacks and a red tie hanging loosely around his neck.