Laughter filled my headphones as I died in Left 4 Dead 2. Pewds and I were doing a co-op on Left 4 Dead 2. I was on my last life, barely living. Pewds came up behind me and hacked me to death with an axe right when I was about to sneak up on a boomer.

"Goddammit, Pewds!" I shouted into my microphone, laughing as well. I couldn't have stayed mad. It was pretty funny.

Not even a minute after he killed me, the boomer ran up to Pewds and barfed on him. I laughed as a horde of zombies crowded around Pewds, killing him almost instantly.

"Karma, bitch!" I shouted again. We both laughed in response.

"Oh, shut up!" Pewds said in between laughs. I smiled widely, my mouth starting to cramp from all of this laughing and smiling. I loved playing these co-ops with Pewds. It was the only time I was truly happy. I'm twenty-four years old, single, no kids, just living in a small apartment by myself. It got lonely a lot and I had a lot of time to myself, considering I worked from my home. I hardly got out of the house, mainly only to grocery shop or ship out some stuff that I would sell online.

I yawned. Suddenly growing tired, I pressed "Shift+Tab" on my computer to check the time on Steam. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it was 5 am. I needed to get some sleep.

"Want me to let you get to sleep, Cry?" I heard Pewds speak through the microphone.

I nodded. I forgot that he couldn't see me, since it was a voice chat. "Yeah, I'm tired," I let out another yawn.

"Alright, I'll let you go to sleep. Night, Cry," Pewds responded. A small smile found its way to my face.

"Night, Pewds," I replied, ending the Skype call. I exited out of my game and logged off of my computer. Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed a water bottle out of the refrigerator and drank about half of it. I was really thirsty. Suddenly, I felt really dizzy. I guess this was my punishment for staying up for two days in a row.

I put the water bottle back in the refrigerator and made my way to my bed. I pulled the warm, comforting covers over my body and closed my eyes. I was so tired, yet I was so restless. My mind felt fuzzy from the dizziness and the darkness seemed darker than usual. I really needed to sleep more. I can already tell it was harming my body. I was growing weaker and weaker, only really having enough strength to walk to my computer to play games or work. I couldn't even remember the last time I ate.

"Dammit, Ryan. You need to get your shit together," I mumbled to myself out loud. I guess talking wore me out enough to make me pass out, because that's the last thing I remember doing.

I woke up to a loud noise. Almost like a helicopter…. And people were screaming.

I sat up in my bed… wait, this isn't my bed. I looked around frantically, not noticing my surroundings until I saw two people staring at me. There was a dark-skinned man, who was a bit on the chubby side. He wore khaki pants and a purple and tan polo shirt. Then, there was a dark-skinned lady with a pink shirt on and jeans, her hair was tired up. Those were the two people screaming.

"Wait! Come back!" the man roared, looking up to the sky. I looked up as well and saw a helicopter flying away.

This was very strange. It seemed so familiar…


I looked around more, paying close attention to my surroundings. I was laying on the ground on what appeared to be a building. I saw a table in front of me with a bunch of medical supplies and weapons.

No… this couldn't be… That's impossible!

"That chopper looks like it's heading to the evac center over at the mall," I heard the woman say.

"Gotta agree. Let's follow them to the mall," the man responded.

I immediately stood up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait just a minute!"

The two swiftly turned around, staring at me. "Who the hell are you?!" I heard the man yell.

"My name is Cry and I want to know what the hell is going on!" I shouted. My heart raced as adrenaline coursed through my veins. I was confused and scared. I didn't know where I was. It felt too real to be a dream, I could feel the harsh wind against my body when the helicopter flew away. Plus, I would've woken up already if this was a dream because all of this anxiety would've woken me up right away, no matter how sleep-deprived I was.

"Cry?" I heard from behind me. That voice was too familiar. I swiftly turned around and couldn't believe my eyes. I saw a blond man standing in front of me, wearing a regular t-shirt and jeans. It was Pewds.

"Pewds!" I screamed, running towards him and pulling him into a tight hug, almost tackling him to the ground. I was so excited to see him. At least I knew I wasn't alone.

"Pewds, what the hell is going on?" I asked, pulling away from him.

"I wish I knew, Cry. Somehow, we're in Left 4 Dead 2. The last thing I remember was you ending the Skype call and then I ended up here," Pewds sighed.

I groaned in frustration. "Does that mean we're stuck here? For good?"

Anxiety had completely consumed me after I said those words. I didn't want to be stuck in a video game for the rest of my life, especially when I had to kill a never-ending amount of zombies just to survive. Was there even any food in this game? I hadn't played much of the game, only small campaigns that Pewds and I found when we were searching through add-ons.

"Ahem," I heard a deep voice, clearing their throat. Pewds and I turned around to face, who I guess were Rochelle and Coach.

"We're not stuck here for good. Come on, you two. We have to get to the mall. Grab some weapons and medical supplies," Coach said, pointing to the table that I saw earlier.

I turned to Pewds. "I guess we don't have a choice."

I walked over to the table and picked up a medicine pack. I placed the straps on my shoulders, holding the medicine pack securely against my back. I noticed that I had a handgun in my pocket already. I picked it up and examined it. I almost dropped it because it was so heavy, but I managed to keep a good grip on it. Then, I realized that I never had shot a gun before. It couldn't be that hard to shoot a gun… right?

I put the gun back in my pocket and looked at all of the ammo on the table. I looked over to Pewds and see that he had already had his medicine pack on his back. He was also holding a shotgun with one hand while he was shoving ammo into his pockets with his other hand. Then, another thought struck me.

Does he even know how to work a gun, let alone a shotgun?!

I looked back at the table and sighed. I had no idea what to choose until I felt someone bump my right shoulder. I turned to see Pewds holding out a silenced submachine gun and some ammo.

"Here, you can have the badass weapon… this time," Pewds said in a joking voice, handing me the gun and the ammo. Hesitantly, I took the gun and the ammo. I shoved the ammo in my pocket and stared at the gun. I've never shot a gun before – how does he expect me to shoot a silenced submachine gun?!

"Pewds, I hope you know what you're doing…" I muttered in a shaky voice. I noticed my body was shaking – not only from the heavy weapon, but also from anxiety. This game has become a reality and we had to fight our way in order to survive.

"I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing," Pewds laughed. That's how he deals with being nervous, he jokes around and laughs. I didn't appreciate his attitude. Couldn't he be a little more serious right now? I gave him a heavy glare.

"Sheesh, lighten up, Cry. We're stuck here, we might as well make the best of it," Pewds said, walking past me. I sighed and followed him. We stood in front of Rochelle and Coach.

"Are you two ready to kick some zombie ass?" Coach asked, his voice dripping with anxiety. Although, I knew his anxiety was a mixture of excitement and fear – but it sounded like it was mostly excitement.

"Yeah, we're ready," Pewds spoke before I could.

"Alright, then let's go!"

A/N: After reading some PewDieCry fanfics for the past couple of days, I decided to make my own. I'm really excited to write this – especially since I know a good bit amount of information about Left 4 Dead 2. My friend and I play it a lot. We fucking hate Rochelle because we'll shoot a special infected and kill it, BUT THE GAME ALWAYS SAYS THAT ROCHELLE KILLED IT, EVEN THOUGH HER SHOTS MISSED AND KLJGLSKDJG

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. I'm so excited that I'm probably going to start writing the next chapter right after I post this.

By the way, what the hell is up with zombie stories in Georgia?! I live in Georgia and the thought of a zombie apocalypse starting here terrifies me!

Fun fact: I live in Lee Everett's (The Walking Dead Game) hometown. That's probably the only good thing about Macon. It's kind of a crap town, to be honest.

Anyways, I'll try to update in a few days if I end up finishing the next chapter tonight. I was going to make each chapter last until they get to the safe room at the end of each campaign, but I thought it would drag on longer than I hoped it would and each chapter would probably be about 7,000 words each and I don't want that. I'm afraid it might be intimidating and you'll lose interest in reading.