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  1. Fucking Ruskies got into my steam account somehow, and removed all my friends, what an asswipe. Re-adding everyone. Add me if I forgot you. STAY AWAY FROM FUCKING RUSSIANS!
  2. Just a little introduction. I'm making a little fanfiction about L4d2's Nick and he will be the protagonist in this little story over these days. After I'm done making each post, plz comment and tell me what I should get rid of or add. Note that this has NOTHING to do with the Black Market community. This is just something I want to do and test out a little of my creativity and writing. And this is my fanfiction so there is no respawning bullshit, someone dies, they're dead. This will also take place between the beginning of Dead Center and the end of The Parish, which means Cold Stream will not be used in this. I might make up stuff in the story, but this is still set inside the L4D2 universe. So enough rambling, on with the story. Chapter 1. The Beginning Nick's Journal Entry: Day 1 I was watching the news earlier. They were talking about some kind of zombie epidemic bullshit, but it doesn't matter, I'm a con man and nothing exists that I care for. Then hours later, everyone's running through the street trying to get to a evacuation center or something. Well, if it's a free ride, I'll take it. I walk outside my old, rusty-looking apartment and start walking to the hotel by going down Baker St. I get down to Shell Ave. and it's abandoned. I just saw people running towards here like 5 minutes ago. I just shake it off and then I see a woman with a limp in her step. "HEY!" I called out to the woman. "Do you know where the fuck everyone went, this street was just crowded minutes ago?" She looked at me and I saw her face, red with blood and insides hanging from her mouth. After seeing this, I just walked past her, then more of them showed up and I started to panic. I was getting surrounded, I tried punching them out of my way, but they kept coming and coming. At that moment, I started to accept my fate. I was starting to feel lucky that I was gonna die. I was a con-on-the-run and since I was gonna die, I didn't have to worry about getting the death sentence after murdering that man and his little boy. I start to go in and out of consciousness and decide to say one last prayer, the first time I've said a prayer since I was in 4th grade and about to get an atomic wedgie. Then I hear a loud noise, it sounded kinda like a gunshot. All these zombies, I guess that's what they call them, started to fall to the ground and not move. At that moment, I started to go in and out of consciousness. Before I pass out from the anxiety of almost getting eaten alive, I see a tall guy, he looked like he had a beard and wore a plaid t-shirt. He was a little masculine and at that point, I passed out. Next thing I remember, I'm in a cozy bed with warm sheets. I start to tell myself that it was just a dream and just go back to sleep, but then I hear the doorknob turning. I try to get up to defend myself, but my muscles are so relaxed that I can barely move them. The door opened and I hid under the covers. Maybe if the zombie didn't see me, it would go away. Then I hear a familiar voice. "Come on, Nick. Get up. I just saved your ass out there and I still gotta owe you that beer from last sunday." To be continued....
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