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    Zoey

    Age: Early Twenties


    Prolog to Left 4 Dead:



    Before first infection, Zoey was a college student at Aldrich in Philadelphia.
    She was there on full ride scholarship to become a filmmaker. But instead of
    going to class she spent her time locked in her room, watching old horror films,
    claiming to her disapproving mother she was gathering "research" for
    her major. Zoey's love for the genre of horror films was influenced by her
    father, Wade. Wade introduced Zoey to films such as The Evil Dead, Alien, and Nightmare
    on Elm Street at a very young age, much to her mother's dismay. Wade also took
    Zoey to the shooting range since she was a young girl, in the hope of one day
    she would follow in her father's foot steps and join the police force. Over the
    years Zoey became an expert marksman, especially with her father's hunting
    rifle. Zoey’s mother, Carolyn, was always against Zoey becoming a police
    officer, nor did she ever see eye to eye with her husband and the two divorced
    during Zoey's third year of High school.



    But now it was the end of Zoey's first semester of college.
    Already in danger of flunking out her mother came down to Wade's apartment,
    where Zoey was staying for a "family dinner." With Zoey's future in
    the air, her parents soon got into a heated argument over what was best for their
    daughter. However during Carolyn and Wade's "discussion" “an Infected”
    broke in though the front door.



    Wade ordered the sick man to stand down. With a billowing
    shriek, the infected man attacked Carolyn. Before Wade could reach his fire arm
    the infected man pushed Carolyn to the ground and sunk his teeth into her cheek.
    Zoey watched in horror as the monster ripped the flesh from her mother's face. Just
    then Wade blasted the creature's head clean off with his police issued 9mm. The
    dead man slumped onto the dining room table in a fountain of blood and Carolyn
    fell to the floor. Rushing to Carolyn's side, Wade ordered Zoey to call 911.
    Running into the kitchen for the phone, Zoey could hear her mother letting out weak,
    short breaths. The emergency number was busy Zoey yelled, Wade ordered his
    daughter to try again. The continuous tone of a busy signal echoed in Zoey's
    ear, she could hear her father in the other room, saying comforting words to
    her dying mother.



    Just then Zoey heard her father scream in agony. Sprinting
    back into the room Zoey witnessed her mother jumping on top of Wade and taking
    a bite out of his throat. Pushing Wade to the ground Carolyn began beating him
    to death. In seconds the struggle was over, Wade lay motionless on the wood
    floor. Covered in her ex-husband's blood, Carolyn stood and turned to face her shocked
    daughter. Blood trickled down her lips and dripped off her pale face. Zoey
    froze in horror, only being able to whisper the word "Mom?" With a
    wail of animal rage, this thing that was once Zoey's mother descended upon her.
    Zoey screamed as she stumbled backwards. That's when the monster’s head
    exploded in a burst of gray matter and its body tumbled to the floor next to
    Zoey.

    Looking up Zoey could see her father leaning against the wall, with a
    smoking pistol in his hand. Zoey rushed over to him. She could feel the tears
    start to roll down her cheeks as she looked at her father covered in his own
    blood. Through stammered breaths and tears, Zoey told her father he'd be all
    right; all she had to do was get the first aid kit. That's when Zoey's father
    said, "Remember all those zombie movies I snuck you into, and remember the
    part in all of them when they had to shoot the one guy before he turned?"
    Zoey knew what her father was asking but she couldn't speak. As the tears
    rolled down her father's face and mixed in with the blood smeared across his
    skin, he handed his daughter the 9mm. "I love you, Zoey." he said.
    Zoey could hardly see the pistol in her hands though the blur of tears welling
    up in her eyes and streaming down her cheeks. The metal of the gun was cold to
    her skin, the trigger smooth. "I love you, Dad."

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