Survive: A L4D x Reader Story

2: When Everyone Died

It was suppose to start off as a normal morning like any other. You would wake up, shower, get dressed. Kiss your parents goodbye as you headed off to school. you were 16. a sophemore at Patriot High. clever name, i know.

you were young, yes. but also ambitious.. Well. at least when it came to other things. Art was your passion, it was everything you loved. when you drew, it brought out everything you werent. patient, calm, quiet. concentrated. you had aspirations to becoming, maybe an animator. or doing art as a profession in anyway. even a tattoo artist. but when you got to high school, your aspirations slowly started to die. it was stressful, so much was expected of you... then you started to talk about dropping out...

Well, now i dont have any of that to worry about now... It all started when people started getting sick. im not sure how. was it airborne? maybe they said it was transmitted through touch? i really dont remember. but like i had said before. it was suppose to be a normal morning. when i had gotten to school, i was greeted by the giant statue outfront. it was a bald eagle. our school's mascot, its chest puffed out in pride and its wings open wide in all its glory. its once shining bronze color turned into an ugly brown color. signs of rust and fade were obvious in the aging statue, yet it still stood proud.

I took my eyes off the statue, walking passed it then toward the school doors. I walked in.

Something isnt right...

it was a normal morning you had woken up to. you were suppose to go to school, get through the day. go home, sleep. rinse and repeat. Yet, you were the only one there. in the school. or at least you thought, because you didnt hear foot steps. no laughter. nothing... only... wait...

your eyes had close, keeping them closed for a few seconds. then opening them again. the polished school floor the janitor would come through and clean turned to a splintered unwashed floor. stray papers flew through the floor, carried by a wind gust from the door. the clean lockers were reduced to rusty tin boxes. some with their doors loose off their hinges. some didnt even have their doors. the smell of metal could be smelled. smoke. rot... for a second you forgot where you were. you were living in the past, having walked into the school must have triggered a memory...

you were about to go into another deep thought, when you felt something wet press against your hand, smiling. you had already knew who it was. you looked down, petting your dog, Loui. Atleast he was here, and that was all you needed.

"Come on, boy" you nudged your head toward the door, he let out a small bark, trailing behind you. You had went back out to the front of the school. looking at where the great eaglr statue once stood, for it had some how gotten knocked off its pedastal and fell to the ground. you let out a sigh.

"God Bless America..." you said as you looked at the statue. though now, those words were dead. they meant nothing but false words. for who ever was out there. a god. the universe. whatever. there was nothing. not anymore atleast. you left the statue in its state of decay. propping up the bat you had on your shoulder, adjusting the half mask you had on you. it had the mouth part of a skull on it, while the rest was black. it was also reversible so thats pretty cool.

you adjusted your white stained top, tightening the plaid button red shirt you had around your waist, checking your shredded black jeans that fit nicely all the way down to your combat boots, and to top it all off, you had a red beanie on your head. along with your (religon of choice) (necklace/bracelet) you had on your grandmother had given to you for your 14th birthday. you wore it to make you feel safe, and held it close. as if doing so made you feel like your family was near. (if you are athiest or non religous. then just have the necklace your birthstone.).

all though you never had killed a person before the world had gone to shit, it didnt stop you from looking tough. reasons were to be if you were to happen across a few stray survivors, or even a group. you would have to let them know in a way you werent some helpless (girl/boy). if you couldnt talk the part, you could at least look the part. and having a dog helps.

Things have changed so much in the three weeks. and even though you looked calm. you were scared. angry. confused... conflicted. why was everything taken? you felt so alone. now it was a dog eat dog world, you and Loui were on your own, all you had were each other. and it was comfortable that way.