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I have to say I'm really unsure about this story. And that's not just because I have never played Left 4 Dead for myself and instead just watched Lets plays of it. *nervous laugh*

Just tell me if I should continue this story or not?!

And I apologize for any mistakes that I made (Unfortunately my main language isn't english :/). So you are free to point any mistakes out to me ;)

Disclaimer: Left 4 Dead isn't mine, but my OCs are

Emotional bonds

Chapter 1 _ The loss of loved ones

Might as she tried the little girl couldn't sleep. Every time she heard a scream, a growl or some other noise which wasn't natural her gray-blue eyes wandered to the red door on the other end of the room.

Those noises were really bad and could get dangerous. Her parents warned her of the danger and the pain that would follow these terrible noises, so that she should stick close to her parents at all times.

With a quiet whimper she looked over to her mommy who slept on the floor while she used her dirty backpack as a pillow and held a gun loosely in one hand. She had beautiful long ginger hair that was now filthy because she couldn't take a shower for a week and she had a pair of green eyes.

Her daddy sat on one of the many boxes in this safe room and held a shotgun at the ready while he looked out for any danger. It seemed like her daddy couldn't sleep either. He had a tussled brown mob of hair on his head at which a wide white strand of hair that fell in his face catched everyone's eye instantly. Even though her daddy tried to explain that to her she didn't understand much of it. Something about a pigmentary abnormality or whatever.

"What's wrong, honey?", rang the worried voice of her daddy out who looked with tired blue eyes over to her and gestured to the five year old girl to come closer.

Slowly the little girl stood up from her resting place and walked over to her daddy who swooped her from the ground and placed her on his lap.

"Can't sleep...", muttered the five year old as she huddled against her daddy to seek some warmth and safety.

"Just try it. You will fall asleep eventually.", tried her daddy to calm her down before he put one arm around her and softly stroked her little back.

It took some time and more gentle words from her daddy before the little girl finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning the little girl woke up as someone lightly shook her and a female voice reached her ears.

"Wake up, Chiara. We have to go."

Groggily Chiara opened her big grey-blue eyes whereupon the face of her mommy greeted her who took her gently in her arms and off her daddy's lap.

"I don't want to...", complained the little girl with a big yawn while her mommy sat down and put her on her lap.

"I know, sweety." With a quiet sigh her mommy opened the two hair ties on either side of her head to run her delicate fingers through the ginger hair of the little girl that she had inherited from her mommy. After she used her own fingers as a comb she tied Chiaras's ginger hair back to two pigtails.

After a small breakfast and a check of their weapons her daddy hesitantly opened the red door and the little family left the four walls of the safe room.

The following hours were the same as any other day before. While her parents shot everything in sight Chiara stuck close to them and tried not to look at the many corpses in order to not get sick by the sight.

They were lucky that they hadn't met too many special infected on their journey and that they hadn't encountered a horde at all but once. And that time it was just a small horde.

But it seemed like their luck should run out today as Chiara accidently bumped against a car as she stumbled back in order to get away from a common who got too close to her before her daddy had shot it.

"Shit! A horde is coming!", exclaimed her mommy with panic in her voice as the loud alarm of the car sounded.

"Hurry, we have to get in a building! We are a too easy target here in the open!", yelled her daddy as he grabbed Chiara and run together with her mommy in the direction of a run-down looking house.

The little girl whimpered out of terror as she spotted the incoming horde over the shoulder of her daddy whereupon she clenched her fingers hard in the material of her daddy's shirt.

Hurriedly her daddy sprinted up the stairs and disappeared in one of the many rooms with her while her mommy stopped in the hallway and began to shoot everything that got up the stairs.

"Please, honey, stay here. Don't come out, no matter what you hear! I will come and get you.", instructed her daddy the five year old while he put her in a closet.

"But daddy...!", started Chiara but was quickly cut short from her daddy.

"No buts! You are staying here! Don't come out! Stay put until I or your mother comes back. Understood?"

"Yes daddy.", replied Chiara weakly even though she didn't want to leave either side of her parents.

"Good girl. We will be back in no time.", promised her daddy before he closed the doors of the closet and quickly left the room to assist her mommy on the hallway.

The little girl bit her own lower lip and drew her short legs to her chest so she could put her arms around them while she listened to the noise of gunshots and screaming.

Chiara couldn't tell how much time had passed but at some point the gunshots stopped and a creepy silence was all that was left.

"Mommy?! Daddy?!", called the little girl with a shaky voice while she tried to look out of the crack between the two doors of the closet.

Were all the bad people dead? Were there all gone? They had to be otherwise the gunshots wouldn't have stopped.

But the continuing silence worried the little girl. Why didn't her parents come back to pick her up? Where were they?

A quiet moan and the following narrowed sight of a common who stumbled through the doors in the room crushed all her hopes. This couldn't be! These bad people should be gone. If they weren't then her parents...

Chiara couldn't believe that. She didn't want to believe it. Her parents couldn't be dead! Her daddy promised to come back.

A loud sob left her lips as the tears started to run down her cheeks. This couldn't be...

Another moan that was much louder this time startled the little girl who quickly looked up and through the crack. Her eyes widened as she saw how the common stumbled towards her and the closet. That thing must have heard her sob. Upon this realization Chiara promptly clamped her hand over her own mouth and backed up from the doors to press her back against the wooden wall of the closet.

Her whole body started to shake as she tried to be as quiet as possible while she watched in terror and hoped that the zombie would just go away.

As the common arrived at the closet it just stared dumbly at the closed doors for a moment before it raised its two bloody arms and pounded a couple of times uselessly against the wooden surface. After it couldn't hear another sound it quickly lost interest and turned around. Slowly it left the room and roamed the hallways instead.

Relieved a big breath that Chiara had held in all the time escaped her chest as the common was finally gone. Slowly she let her hand sank from her mouth and hugged herself instead.

She wanted her mommy and daddy to be here with her. Again she drew her legs to her chest so she could hide her face between them and let the tears flow followed by quiet sobs.

It wasn't long until the little girl cried herself to sleep.

Not until a low growl reached Chiaras ears did the little girl wake up. Confused she looked around herself just to spot dimly some clothes and to realize that she was still in the closet.

Her parents were still not here. They couldn't be dead. They just couldn't...

Of the looks of it it had to be night by now and so some hours must have passed. Chiara could barely see anything in the closet because it was so dark. That frightened the little girl who didn't like the dark that much.

With a quiet whimper she grabbed the hood of her blue hoodie and pulled it over her head to feel somewhat safer. Maybe when she couldn't see the bad people then they couldn't see her as well.

A sudden growl that instantly followed her quiet whimpers startled her. She could have sworn that her heart stopped for a couple of beats before it started to beat double so fast.

Swallowing Chiara turned hesitantly slow her head while she hoped that the thing outside wasn't what she thought it was.

Her daddy had often told her that such a growl meant real danger. What had he called the thing that growled like that? He had told her that they could jump really high, that they were good climbers and would pounce on you when given the chance. They also wore hoodies.

Biting her lower lip Chiara looked out of the crack just to come face to face with one of the bad people. It looked through the crack directly at her and bared it teeth.

Chiara froze instantly up out of terror as she finally remembered the designation.

A hunter.