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Contains some violence and inappropriate language, but not too sad for all you crybabies out there

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Chaos Generator, a survivor's tale

Bill stood alone, furiously pumping the machine.

Dust flew, roars of anger, they appeared. The infected, every infected in the port, attracted by the huge sound the 3 generators were creating. Bill took no notice, all concern for self safety forgotten, "Louis...Zoey...even Francis, I...I just want you to be safe..." Bill surprised himself, saying this, he was getting soft, giving a soft smile, he doubled he's efforts, "please...stay safe...all of you..."

"BANG!", A shell was projected, the bullet propelled into the air, a green cloud of smoke, the tongue fell lose, the shot had found its mark. Louis stood with a hunting rifle, and pulled Francis to he's feet. The biker seemed sheepish, "i guess...i guess thats one I owe you, Louis," Francis rubbed he's neck, trying to forget the feeling of that wet tongue...

"BILL!" Zoey's cry broke the silence, "THERES A...A TAAAAANK!!"

Cursing, Francis bought his rifle up, peering down the sight, sure enough, there he was, a hulking, red chunk of rippling muscle and bone. The three survivors on the bridge released clip after clip into the monstrosity. The shots didn't seem to even bother the giant creature, who turned his sights on a much closer target. Drivin by pure need to kill, the beast tore a huge chunk of asphalt from the road, ripping it clear with a huge crack, and tossed it as if nothing but a chunk of cardboard.

The chunk flew across the air, missing bill by a hair. "just a little more..." Bill felt some electricity spring into the generator, making it vibrate and splutter, "c'mon, you piece of junk, WORK!"

"BILL!" Zoey screamed at the old man, "FORGET THE GENERATOR, RUN!"

"Dammit!" Louis re-adjusted he's fire, sending bullet after bullet from he's mounted gun into the tank, "We have another one, A SECOND TANK, BILL, GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!"

Bill ignored this, one thing they had learned throughout their time together, "never interrupt Bill while he's working," Francis grunted as he hefted a grenade launcher, sending a shot tearing through the air, the explosion sent several surrounding infected into the air, mostly in several pieces. The tank shook it off as if it was nothing, "darnit, this...thing...just...won't...DIE!"

"Bzzzzzzzzzzzz...ka boom...boom...BOOM...BOOM...BOOM"

"Yes!" Bill wiped a sweat from his brow, "done, finally..."

"BILL, WHATCH OUT!!!" Bill turned, just in time for to see a car, flung through the air, flying towards him...

...too late...

"BILL!!!!!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."

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"...OOOOOOOO!!!"

"wha...whats happening, are there zombies here, why are you screaming?" Louis peeled himself from his sleeping bag, feeling for his gun, instead, he fell from the platform he had slept on, landing with a painful thump, "where are you, whats going on, the light...someone turn on the light!"

Someone turned on the lantern, its dim light was just enough to allow the group to see. Zoey sat in her corner, she appeared to be sobbing.

"Zoey, are you..." Louis was stopped by Francis, looking groggy, but alert, "careful, she might've turned into one of them crying zombies, kill the light. Bill, get my shotgun..."

"Francis? shut up."

Bill approached Zoey, making sure to slip a pistol out of his pocket in the process, "Zoey, are you ok? Speak to me,"

Zoey looked away, "it...it's ok, j..just a bad dream." She was acting brave, what she saw in the dream wanted her to curl up and keep crying, the thought of losing the last people left on Earth who cared for her, the thought was almost too much to bear...

"Oh, gimmie a break..." Francis grumbled, then collapsed back on his sleeping bag, a couple of seconds later he began snoring.

"well, as long as your ok..." Bill holstered his gun, giving a huge yawn, "it's round 5 o'clock, judging by the fact that it's still dark, you should all probably get a couple more hours of sleep, we set off at 7." From he's sleeping bag, Francis grumbled "we're the last f***ing humans left in this goddamn city, what the f*** do we have to get up early for?"

The other survivors went back to sleep, Zoey sat in the corner, unmoving, still shuddering slightly.

"Hey, you sure you ok?" Zoey felt a familiar hand on her shoulder, comforting her, "I'm f...fine, go back to b...be..." Zoey fought back tears bubbling up again, not willing to look soft, Zoey turned away, biting her lip, "thanks Louis, I'm fine..."

Zoey felt her friend sit down beside her, "you know, I was never much of a social person, I screwed up friendships all the time, but I sure as hell won't screw up this one," Zoey looked at him, there it was, that smile, reassuring as ever, "I can at least tell when there's something bothering my friends, trust me, it feels better to let it out than try to act brave."

Zoey held back tears, but Louis's words took their toll, and she burst into silent tears. Louis handed her a clean rag, he was right, it felt good to let it all out. she had tried to be brave, she had held in all the grief and pain, and it had hurt her, deeply...emotionally, she tried to stay brave for her parents...

now she understood, her parents were dead, her friends were dead, her world was dead, nothing could be done, the best thing to do is to just...

"...let it out."

Louis said this, he could easily interpret what she was going through, he's job had been based on analysis, attention to detail, his life used to be as cold as the hardware he examined. He was different now, Zoey had a warm life before, Louis's life has always been cold, ever since he's childhood. Thats why, after 3 solid days of tears, locked in he's office laboratory around the corpses of he's former employees, he emerged a new man upon the ruined streets...

Live life free of worry, never worry, never back down. Louis looked at the sobbing girl, perhaps it's time she learnt that...

Zoey sobbed for hours, Louis sat there, comforting her friend. Until the light of the sun peeked through the safe-room window. Louis gently let Zoey down, asleep, and stood. Louis looked into the mirror, adjusting he's tie, then picked up he's trusty uzi sub machine-gun, checking the ammunition, stuffing half a dozen spare packs into he's pocket. Strapping a med-pack to he's back, and hoping he would never have to use it, it always began this way, each day.

Louis stood in the morning light, that was something that could never be taken away, the light of a new day.

Louis felt someone side up with him, Zoey gave him a light hug, then looked at the world with new eyes, she smiled for the first time in months.

Time for a new day...

"Well, well, well..." Louis and Zoey turned to see Francis staring at them, obviously trying to suppress laughter, "you two lovebirds sure seem to be in a good mood," having said that, he burst into laughter, Zoey, blushing fiercely, pushed an equally flushed Louis away, "Francis? shut up," Bill unrolled himself from his sleeping bag, instantly reaching for his lighter, with a new cigarette lit in his mouth, Bill seemed to be in a better mood, "looks like we overslept...if some of us slept at all!" To everyone's surprise, Bill burst into laughter, to which Francis followed suit, giving the old man a hearty slap on the back, "glad to see you've finally lightened up, Zoey" Bill chuckled at an uncomfortable looking Louis, "c'mon, we got zombies  bastards to kill..."

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"Boomer!" Francis shoved the bloated monster back, then backed away, firing a shot, obviously not far enough, as he and Bill were covered in green goo, "Francis, what the hell is the matter with you?" Bill spat out his cigarette in disgust, aiming he's trusty rifle at a large group of incoming zombies, the rest of the survivors did the same, Francis unhooked a cylinder shaped object from his belt, lighting the fuse and turning it on to produce a loud beeping noise, "ugh, I hate goo..."...

Running for his life felt like an everyday chore now.

Dodging a couple of those "vampires", Francis looked around for his companions, Zoey was next to him, firing as she ran, Louis was ahead, clearing a path, Bill...

"Crap!" Francis stopped, and turned, sure enough, the man was surrounded, furiously shoving the zombies back, he's rifle clicked uselessly. Francis called out to the Zoey, Louis was busy holding off incoming zombies, "Zoey, it's Bill, com'ere and help me!" Not waiting for a response, Francis dashed up to the group, driving the stock of his pump action shotgun into the face of the nearest infected, then fired off 2 rounds, sending dozens of infected sprawling, all missing body parts.

Zoey heard Francis's call, "no...BILL!"

Francis was being swarmed, "ZOEY, CUT THE CRAP AND COME HELP!"

Zoey found herself unable to move, frozen by the possibility of losing her friend and mentor.

"ZOEY, SNAP OUT OF IT" Louis's familiar voice broke Zoey out of her trance.

"SORRY, HOLD ON, I'M COMING," Zoey quickly primed her hunting rifle, aiming it at the closest zombie.

"RAAAAGH!" a hideous scream, before Zoey could fire the shot, she was knocked back by a black blur, pinning her down, it began to tear at her clothes, "argh, you SICKO!" Zoey attempted to push it away, no use, it took no notice and kept tearing at her flesh with razor sharp claws, "NOOOO," Zoey saw Louis fall, out of the corner of her eye, being slamed by a huge one-armed zombie. The same with Bill and Francis, who fell, cursing, under a sea of zombies. Zoey closed her eyes, it was over...

A hail of gunfire, the Hunter fell back, head blown to smithereens, zoey found herself being helped to her feet by a short haired boy, wearing a bloodstained "Bull Shifters" T-shirt and faded jeans. Zoey tried waving him away, "Bill, Louis, Francis...help them first, please..."

The boy stepped back, beckoning to someone, a large black man, wearing a Havana High School gym shirt, which seemed strange with a pair of beige formal trousers, he carried a wicked looking chainsaw around he's waist.

"How is she? Will she make it?" Zoey was relieved to hear Louis voice, he came into sight, supported by a slim girl, same colour as the large man, wearing a pink T-shirt bearing the name of the band "Depeche mode" with skinny jeans, it seemed a shame for the T-shirt to be covered in blood. "I..I'm not sure, I ain't no medical expert, Nick?"

'Nick' came into view, seeming extremely out of place wearing an expensive looking white sports jacket and tuxedo trousers, he was rather handsome, in he's late 20's, and sported a large cut on he's forehead.

"Get out of my way, i didn't get a medical degree for nothing..." Nick expertly checked for wounds, asking occasionally if an area hurts, and not waiting for a response.

Eventually, he drew a large red medpack from behind his back, pulling out a large syringe, he plunged it into Zoeys arm, sending a shock of cold pain through her limb, "relax, it's to lessen the pain...", sure enough, Zoey felt a numbing sensation, doubled with a slightly prickly feeling, looking over, she saw nick wield a needle, sewing up a large cut.

Finishing on her arm, he proceeded to various other area's of her body, finishing by winding a bandage around the damaged areas. Wiping he's brow, Nick stepped back from he's work, "she'll be fine, give her a couple of minutes," he turned to the youth, "Ellis, give her the shot."

Zoey felt another needle plunge into her arm, this time sending a bolt of energy coursing through her body, she sat up immediately, gasping as the wounds stretched. The large man helped her to her feet. She could see Nick work his magic on Bill and Francis, though they seemed to take considerably less time.

Francis stood, rubbing a large bandage on his shoulder, "I guess we really owe you one, speaking of which, what the hell happened to you back there Zoey?" Zoey grinned apologetically, "haha, well, I guess I just freaked out a bit, sorry bout that..." The large man, who had been introduced as Coach, spoke up "hey, it's no big deal, everyone makes mistakes, whats important now is that everyone's safe."

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The two groups exchanged stories, by the light of a small lamp, they were in a small safehouse, not too far from the pier.

"Wow...you guys got to drive Jimmy Gibbs Jr.'s car?" Francis was in awe, "why couldn't we have gotten to do something like that?" The boy, introduced as Ellis, chuckled, "I know right? Here, let me show ya'll something," Ellis rummaged through a small pack, "there, check it out, that's he's helmet, we found it in he's car," he held out a white and blue racing helmet, handing it over to Francis, who cradled it like a newborn baby.

"Hey Nick, i didn't know you had a medical degree," the man shrugged, "never got a chance to use it, 10 years in some crappy university to be chased by cops and ex-boyfriends across every city in America...damn medical inspectors, one missing kidney..."

"Well?" The other girl, who introduced herself as Rochelle, broke the awkward silence, "what are you guys planning to do now?" Bill seemed reluctant to reveal their plans, nudging Louis, but he spoke anyway, "we're gonna take a sailboat, from the pier ahead, we're gonna go for the Florida Keys," at this, Coach seemed to be lost in thought, "ah, the Keys, i've been there before, lovely little set of islands."

"Why don't you guys come with us?"

The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself, the other survivors stared at her. "Zoey..." Bill looked worried.

"Relax, we're not gonna impose" Coach calmed the mood, "we're heading for the military camp at New Orleans, we'll be safe there, who knows, if this all blows over, we'll come back to find you guys." He gave a loud laugh, which the others joined in, knowing well that this wont ever "blow over"...

Zoey sat back, chewing on a piece of chocolate Coach had handed her. It felt good to talk, share, they all felt a connection, the same desperation, longing for the past, and steely determination in every survivor, and that made them closer than friends, it made them...teammates...

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"Ok, just cause we gonna head our separate ways, don't mean we can't help out those of our own," Coach was speaking casually, with 8 in the team, they could walk casually down the street, taking out the infected as a single squad, "We gonna have to get through anyway, and the bridge seems to be the only way through, so let's get going."

Three generators, Nick, Louis and Rochelle headed to the furthest one, Bill, Ellis and Francis headed for the one in a warehouse, Bill seemed to be on the brink of shooting the young boy, as he recounted tales of him and a friend named "Keith", Francis, however, seemed fascinated and kept asking questions, Bill looked at his gun longingly, then shook his head and stomped ahead. That left Coach and Zoey to guard the final generator.

Coach leaned against the table, polishing he's prised chainsaw, Zoey looked worriedly at her watch, they agreed to activate all three in exactly ten minutes, the noise would probably attract infected from all over the city...

"relax, we'll be fine," Zoey felt annoyed, how was everyone reading their thoughts? "I know, it's just that..."

"You miss your old life," Coach answered for her, "tell ya the truth, there isn't a single person here who doesn't, after all, what could be worse than this?" Zoey nodded, then hesitated, "...I did meet up with the gang, I guess I should be grateful for that," Coach hesitated at this, thinking back to he's own group, surprisingly, he found he does care for them, "yeah, i guess your right." Coach glanced at he's watch, then sighed, pumping another shell out of his pump shotgun, "i guess it's time, now or never..."

Zoey watched, worried, as the man lumbered over to there generator, pumping it furiously, Zoey had a horrible sense of deja-vu, like she's been here before....

...like she's been here before...

Zoey shuddered, "stay calm, it's not the same, Bills not even here..."

At Coach's powerful strokes, the generator soon began to splutter, coming to life, even the spluttering was loud enough to attract a couple of zombies, which were quickly polished off by Zoey, more arrived around the corner, attracted by the sound, "this is gonna be loud..." Zoey slammed another clip into her rifle, ready for a fight...

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A sound of gurgling and spluttering.

Zoey looked around, that sound was horribly familiar, there it was, lumbering up behind Coach. "Boomer! look out behind you!"

Coach reacted surprisingly quick for a man he's size, turning swiftly, he jumped behind the Boomer, dodging the stream of vomit from it's mouth. Coach gave the Boomer a mighty shove, it fell forwards, onto the generator, "Get back! It's gonna blow!"

Both survivors jumped, green goo and chunks of flesh rained everywhere, but mostly on the generator, which seemed to react to the Boomer bile, spluttering slightly, but it kept on pumping, and the zombies kept coming.

Zoey cast a worried glance at the generator, before focusing back onto the horde...

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10 minutes past, finally, Ellis and Francis appeared, swinging what looked like street signs at the incoming infected. Bill Gould be seen crouching behind them, taking accurate shots with his trademark M16.

"What took you guys so long?" Coach lowered he's chainsaw, obviously exhausted.

"Sorry Coach, got caught up with one of them big arm in zombies," Ellis took he's place, tactical shotgun in hand, as did Francis. Bill surprised Zoey with a tight hug, "thank god I'm back, I couldn't take one more second with those two..."

Zoey found herself laughing at the man, it felt good to have her friend back, it felt so much better to have people you could trust back-to-back in a zombie apocalypse...

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Another 5 minute passed...20 minutes...half an hour...

No sign of the others.

"Bridge is almost down!" Coach yelled above the sound of he generator and infected, "what the hell are those three doing?" Zoey glanced nervously at the far generator...what?

"Their generator, it's gone!" The other survivors glanced, sure enough, the tall generator's tip was no longer visible. Bill grimaced, "this cant be good, these two generators seem to be doing well on their own, but without theirs, it's gonna take a lot longer..."

Zoey was shocked at how cold the old mans statement was, "that's not the problem! What about Rochelle, what about Nick?" Zoey could feel tears well up again, "what about Louis?"

Bill didn't immediately respond, "like I said before, we have to pay more attention to the matter at hand, and thats..."

Coach suddenly shouted "Spitter! Look out!" Bill looked confused, "Spitter?" He's question was answered as a tall infected standing behind them, most of it's face had been dissolved, and a sickly green liquid dripped what was left of it's mouth. Zoey gagged, "ugh...that's new," Francis let out a snort, "think she's single?"

Ellis and Coach stood looking at then as if they were insane, "what the he'll are you doing?" Ellis yelled, "DODGE!!" As if on cue, the infected spat a glob of goo at Francis, who quickly dropped he's weapon and dived out of the way. The goo hit the generator, hissing, Francis quickly fired a couple of shots from he's pistol, the Spitter fell, acid leaking from a hole in it's head.

"The generator!" the survivors turned to the machine, it was spluttering as the boomer bile and Spitter goo mixed, the generator dissolved into a pile of white goo, slowly spreading across the floor.

The survivors could do nothing but stare, open mouthed, at the pile of white mush that used to be their last hope (except Ellis, who had chosen that moment to get pounced by a Jockey).

Coach was the first to break the silence, though everyone wished he hadn't. "Sooooo, anyone have a plan B? If not I'm going to help Ellis." He turned to he's companion, struggling to pry the jockey off hia face with a crowbar.

Francis groaned, "this can NOT get any worse," everyone glared at Francis, "you KNOW whenever you say that, things are just gonna get worse," Zoey looks around nervously, expecting an earthquake or flying zombies.

"C'mon, what could be worse?" Francis continued despite the others frantically telling him to shut up, "we're missing 3 people, got a never-ending horde of zombies, lost two out of three generators, and we've got some sort of white mush covering over our ammo pile. The only way this could get worse is probably a..."

"TAAAAAAANK"

Francis facepalmed, using his free hand to give the finger to the sky, "what kind if sick god..."

Zoey felt around for a molotov, they were running out of ammo, and the horde kept on coming, "Francis! The puke!" The biker responded by hurling he's boomer bile at the tank, it struck home, the horde turned, they had a new target...

Zoey leaned against the wall, safe for the moment, the Tank disappeared under a sea of frenzied infected.

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"I'm out," Ellis tossed his empty shotgun away, pulling out a large machete. This is bad, the ammo pile had been destroyed by the white goo, which had stopped spreading and pooled in the middle of the clearing. They were running out of ammo, fast, the single generator was doing little to provide the huge amount of power needed to move the bridge.

There...could that be?

Zoey stumbled back, "T...TAAAAAANK!!" groans from all around, even Coach had lost he's bravado. "Well, I guess this is it, nice knowing ya'll, but I ain't going down without a fight ," that said, he pulled out he's chainsaw, pumping it furiously, the powerful machine's roar filled the air, Coach squinted at the tank, "is that tank...holding something?"

Sure enough, in it's right hand held...the last generator, still pumping with energy, the tank roared, then lumbered towards the disarmed survivors...

A bright flash, a bottle flying through the air, the tank was lit ablaze, screeching in the sudden light and pain. It stumbled back, revealing Louis, arm limp and bound with cloth, but with a steely look of determination etched on he's face, behind him, Rochelle supported Nick as the missing trio dashed towards their friends.

"Hey, what's with all this goo?" Louis looked at where the generator used to be, "anyone wanna fill me in on where the generators gone?" Zoey pulled him into a hug, feeling him wince as she touched his injured arm. "it's a long story," Bill there him a small bottle of pills, "short version? Never mix boomer bile and Spitter goo.

"RAAAAAARW!!"

Bill glanced at the tank, now looking very pissed, "oh yeah, knew I forgot something..."

The tank lifted the generator, still working, above it's head, "awww...f***," with that, the tank hurled the generator at the survivors...

The generator struck the white goo, shattering into tiny pieces, megawatts of electricity flowed into the goo, igniting it with blue flames, the flames quickly spread, "what the, argh..." Zoey screamed as the flames consumed her; expecting to be burnt to a crisp.

Nothing, what was happening? Zoey opened her eyes in wonder, she was completely consumed by the fire, yet felt nothing. "What is this?" Francis weaved his hand through the apparently harmless fire, "am I dead, or something?"

Zoey felt a hand on her shoulder, she turned, startled, "Bill! Whats happening here?" The old man was clearly at a loss for words, "if I didn't know better, i'd say we've been taking drugs." Having said that, he pulled an adrenaline shot from he's pocket, plunging it into he's leg, he blinked, shook he's head, "nope, whatever this is, it's real."

Then the ground began to sink, Zoey's own voiced joined the other seven survivor's voices as the goo seemed to 'suck' them in. Soon they had sunk up to their waist in the ground, Zoey could hear gunfire, though none of the survivors had their weapons.

The floor seemed to become transparent, revealing a blurred landscape, a desert?

Zoey closed her eyes tightly, she was up to her neck, then was an eerie period of silence, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't see, it was all she could do not to panic...

Then came the falling, she screamed all the way down, and she heard seven other voices do the same, Zoey felt faint, last thing she heard before she passed out was what sounded like a battle cry...

"SAXTON...HAAAAAAAALE!!!"

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Hey ya'll bronies out there, just wanted to thank you all for the support shown, this is one of my first fan-fics, and i spent a long time brainstorming ideas on it, please rate and leave comments.

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Ps. for those wondering why I put left 4 dead before TF2, its that if i brought the TF2 characters into the left 4 dead world, THIS would happen

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