Hey guys, its Yobloc20 here. So here's that teaser for the sequel I told you guys about with the OC's in it. The sequel is being worked and it won't be too long before I release it. Thanks for all the reviews again. Favourite, Review and Enjoy! Valve owns all the characters.

Teaser for Sequel: Bad first impressions are hard to erase

The sun shone brilliantly through the faint layer of clouds, beaming its early morning rays at everything except for the areas that were in the shadow of the large buildings, which remained cold, dark and moist from yesterday's rain.

The weak wind blew across the empty yard, lightly tossing the dead leaves around the tarmac ground. One shambling infected grunted and groaned idly as it wandered aimlessly until a machete landed down on its skull.

The infected slowly keeled onto the ground as Beth managed to pull her blade out of its head. She sighed as she rubbed the blood and brain matter on the infecteds' once white shirt.

"Fucking disgusting." She grumbled to herself as she inspected the mutated corpse. Beth had seen some messed up shit from her rough travels around the world but nothing quite like this.

"And these things were once human."

It had the body of a human, a deformed body but a clear resemblance nonetheless. But it thought differently to anything else in this world.

This mutation simply wanted to kill everything. Not even for food or sport, simply out of pure hatred. Its' mind set was just to kill anything that wasn't similar to itself.

The Green Flu was a fucking horrible disease. It changed you into a mindless monster with no empathy or sense in general; your only aim is to kill.

Beth knew that these things weren't human anymore. They had lost their minds and thought like animals. It was a disease that as currently tearing humanity apart, destroying families and lives everywhere.

Thank god Beth was never close to anyone.

The feeling of a hand on her shoulder brought her back to reality.

Beth froze on the spot. If she made a sudden movement, she would most likely be killed instantly. She was most likely going to be killed instantly anyway. What choice did she have?

In a split second, Beth grabbed the hand and dragged it forward while she spun her whole body around, all while she launched her other fist at the attacker.

She connected with the figure, who staggered away, holding the area where she had landed the punch. Beth swiftly pulled back out her machete and got into a stance, waiting for the figure to counter, but it didn't.

"Ah you bitch! What the hell was that for?!"

Zombies don't talk.

The figure stood up fully, revealing a perfectly normal face; no blood, no feral eyes, no violent yelling. A normal, pissed off face.

"Why the hell would you do that?!"

The man was tall, a good head taller than her anyway (Height wasn't her strongsuit in all fairness.) He had short, coal black hair which was combed neatly from left to right. He wore expensive looking clothes. He had pale white skin and many rolls of bandages around his left hand.

"Why did you punch me?!" He questioned angrily. Was he honestly confused about her actions? Sneaking up on someone and putting your hand on their shoulder when they thought they were alone, in a world where everything wants you dead, how could he be confused that he got hit? He should really count himself lucky that he didn't get a machete blade in the face.

"Don't sneak up on people like that, dumbass." Beth replied, her arms crossed. This guy was an absolute idiot.

"I didn't sneak up on you! I just- I walked-

He paused and got lost in his own words. "Okay, fair point. I did sneak up on you." He added. Finally he was getting it.

"Well then you understand why I did it. That was pretty stupid of you." Beth explained as she examined her surroundings.

"I wasn't expecting a punch to the face. Is it bad?" He asked as he rubbed two fingers over his right eye and hissed. She connected the punch well. His eye was starting to turn purple and it looked sore.

"It's pretty bad. I think it's gonna be a black eye." Beth remarked as she held her hands behind her back.

He cursed under his breath and kicked a stone across the ground. This guy was pretty odd. His body language was awkward and confused, as if he didn't know what to do with himself.

"Listen, can we get out of the open? We're pretty vulnerable out here." Beth asked as she noticed the eerie silence around them. The guy nodded and they proceeded towards one of the buildings.

He had an Uzi tied around his back and a handgun in a holster around his leg. This guy didn't look threatening or he didn't look like he knew how to fight either. This helped reassure Beth that he wasn't leading her into an ambush or something.

They escaped into the dark hallway of a building. A flickering light being the only thing helping them see. Beth realized she hadn't even gotten his name.

"Um, I didn't get your name, …?"

"Peter. The name is Peter. And yours?"

"Beth."

"So like, Bethany?"

"No, Beth."

She hated when people called her Bethany. She hated that name.

"And how old are you, Beth?" He emphasised her name for effect. Why did he want to know her age?

"27 years old. Yourself?" She replied quickly.

"I am the ripe old age of 25."

25? He looked younger than that.

"And what did you do before all this, Beth?" He was still emphasising her name, and he was still questioning her background for some reason.

"I was eh, I was a stockbroker." That was a lie. Wow, that was a horrendous lie. Truth is, Beth made her living by smuggling illegal things into countries around the world. Drugs, weapons, diamonds, anything that her hierarchy wanted her to smuggle through.

She travelled the world, sure. She also had no friends, a lot of money but nothing to spend it on, constantly being on the move, always being distrustful of people. When she heard of unlicensed plasma TV's being shipped back to the States, Beth instantly jumped on board.

She rarely visited her home country of the good ol' USA, but she relished the chances she did. And then usually ended up regretting ever coming back and leaving not too long later. And boy, did she regret coming back this time.

"What about you?" Beth eventually asked.

"I was in my final year at Harvard. Well, before I got my ass kicked out of it for bullshit reasons. But hey, the apocalypse is here so it doesn't matter anymore."

This guy went to Harvard? But he was so awkward and gawky! Beth reminded herself to never judge a book by its cover.

"Listen, I'm gonna take it you're on the way to the evac down at the docks?" Peter suddenly questioned. Beth had no idea about there being an evac at the docks, but she decided that it was her best shot.

"Umm yeah, you?" She replied awkwardly.

Peter nodded an affirmative.

"Well, I figured it would be uh, smart to watch each other's backs until we get there, hmm?"

Beth had heard of worse ideas. She brushed a lock of her mousey blonde hair back and nodded.

"Sure, let's go Pete."

"Peter. I hate when people call me Pete."

"Don't make me hit you again." Beth laughed.

"How is my eye by the way?"

His eye was a dark purple.

"It looks bad."

"As in badass or painful?"

"Painful."

"Shit. Alright, let's go Bethany."

So, the guy Beth had introduced herself to by punching him in the face was now watching her back as they made their way to this supposed evac centre.

"I guess bad first impressions can be erased."

A/N: I want to thank everyone for reading Strength in Numbers and for the nice reviews you gave me! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. A sequel is being worked on as we speak, it won't be too long. Keep posted for that.

Well, that's it for this story, folks.

Until next time,

Yobloc20