User:Legofan94





About me
Been a fan of Left 4 Dead ever since I learned about it in mid-summer 2006. Now back then I was a zombie game fanatic, I had never even heard of Valve or Half-Life. 'Course I was 11 back then so that kind of made sense... Anyway the game was unheard of by me so I didn't give it a second thought. However, it kept popping up more and more in 2007, and that's when I finally found Left4dead411.com. It was AMAZING! They kept track of everything that happened to the game. and I checked the site every day just to see a new screen shot! I became a member last summer and I follow the wiki to this day.

MY GOALS:

 * To keep track of all new l4d2 information and events, and edit the pages respectfully.
 * To make a list of all the things Ellis likes. (if it happens =D)
 * To clean up spammed pages and things people just make up.
 * To fear the admins wrath, and be a good little puppy. /wub/
 * To prove to the world that the C-130 pilot is Ellis' long lost father.
 * and so on and so forth...

My contributions

 * User contributions

Cheno's post infection scrapbook.
(this is something I am doing with my free time, a survivor from Atlanta finds a group of others,)

Forward.
Well, I guess I have to start this off somehow. My name is Nicholas Chenowith, but everyone has taken to calling me Cheno. There are two ways you could have found this little white binder. Either #1, I was  being a whiny bitch and sold it for a candy-bar  Selling it to you, a fellow survivor, for supplies. (Goddamnit Will!) Reason #2, We died a horrible, violent death and you happened upon our corpses in an abandoned supermarket or a crashed El-Camino. Now out of boredom, I have put together this scrapbook, from several sources, including C.E.D.A advice, C.D.C documents, and records of how we are stayed alive.

A Note from Will
Whoever is reading this right now, you're either an idiot who bought this from the idiot who wrote this (Cheno) in exchange for decent supplies or you've wrenched it from the idiot's (Either one) cold, dead hands. I want to make this perfectly clear. This book is absolute rubbish. If you're actually bothering to read this damned book instead of using it as toilet paper, then you better pay attention to what I have to say. This book has cost me a lot of good photos and on more than one occasion, the bloody thing almost got both me and the kid killed. Maybe it would be good for a laugh when your spirits are low, but otherwise, don't lug this ridiculous thing with you - it'll get you killed.

If it were up to me, I'd have stopped there, but apparently the kid wants me to write more. I suppose it makes sense, right? Balance out all the crap with some actual intelligence. Well, I can't say things are going well out here. Cheno may try to keep things "scientific" in this thing, but he doesn't seem to note how horrible it is out here. If I could print out my photos, I'd stick a few in and show you just how messed up things are out here, but I can't. No computers in a post-apocalyptic world, after all. Unless it's a self-aware AI apocalypse or some shit, but that's off topic.

The point is, the kid doesn't seem to realise that by making everything seem "scientific" and almost normal sounding, he's drastically underplaying the situation. It's good to write down what's actually happening and what you're actually feeling. As opposed to classing Infected in different categories. You have to get feelings out in the open or they, not the Infected, will be the death of you. Writing them down is a good start. It's important to be emotional sometimes. But I guess I shouldn't keep going on like this, or whoever you are will start thinking I'm a pussy. Believe me, I'm not, it's that damned kid.

However, I do want to let you know this. Living day to day out here becomes not only a physical battle, but emotional too. You see your family get eaten, ripped to shreds, infected. And it destroys you inside. But you can't let it kill you. You have to keep going. The people you fight with, strangers who've grouped together - they become your family. I guess you could say Marthe has become my little sister and Cheno is the annoying, snot-nosed nephew. I guess that makes me the drunken uncle that no one really invited but shows up anyway, eh? To the point, though. You need to move on. Live day to day. Because your family one day may be drastically different the next. I'm not saying get emotionally detached from everyone. I'm simply saying what happens happens.

And if you can't deal with it? Talk about it to a surviving member of your new family. Failing that possibility, write it down. Somewhere. Anywhere. Hell, write it here, the kid won't mind, he's probably dead.

Good luck out there, Survivor. --Ace Photographer William Leyland

Common Infected. (Homo Aeger)
Common infected are going to be the ones you experience the most in your travels. They are basic, Green Flu-infected humans that are in no way special. According to research, around seventy percent of anyone that gets infected becomes a common infected, so their numbers you encounter may be in the thousands. despite popular belief, The infected are not dead. They are still living, functional human beings, so several myths are not true regarding them. They do not require the brain to be destroyed to be killed, they can be taken down as easy as a normal person. I (being Cheno) have a limited knowledge as a pathologist, so I have taken it upon myself to debunk myths about the Infected.

#1 The Infected Are Not "True" Zombies.

I can not tell you how big of a misconception this is. The Infected are people, living people, just like us. They are not creations of voodoo or the warriors of Satan. The Green Flu has made these people into bloodthirsty rabid monsters, which seem to have no concern for pain. However, the Infected have the same abilities and limits as regular human beings, with a few exceptions.

#2 They can starve.

The Infected are bound by the same biological restrictions that we are, such as the need for food and water. The Infected have lost almost all memory of their former life due to the effects of the virus, but still retain primal memory of hunting and foraging. I have seen Infected rip open cereal boxes and packages of raw pork in the ruin of a Bodega. My group has also seen Infected trying to eat corpses they have found or even turn on each other for food. As tempting of an idea it would seem to use bodies of water as a barrier against the infected, they appear to like to gather at places such as lakes, rivers, or swimming pools. Like any normal person, they will eventually die of thirst, and although they don't understand the concept of portable water, they will still bend down and chug some from time to time.

#3 They die on their own.

As I Mentioned before, Infected sometimes turn on each other for food. Now, I went to Kennesaw State University with a five grand Locheed-Martin scholarship, and if there's one thing I remember from college, (besides the fact that your room-mate's sock on the door does not mean he wants you to do laundry), is that it's animal instinct. In a herd of Buffalo, the fatter and slower ones that linger at the watering hole are always the first ones to be attacked by the crocodile. It's called natural selection for a reason, and in the case of the Infected, the weakest ones often get beaten to death by their own kind. However, there's another instance that I am struggling to understand. We were camped on top of a parking garage in Woodsburry, and I was sitting on the roof, muttering about running out of sleeping pills. I took out my binoculars and began people watching, trying to get myself to sleep. Suddenly, I saw this. An Infected National Guardsman was walking in circles, clutching his head in his hands. Normally, I'd take my marlin and do some "Large game hunting" but my curiosity overcame my family roots for once. The soldier kept stumbling, almost like he was in extreme pain, when suddenly he just fell down. The next morning we cleared out the forecourt, and I managed to find the same Infected I saw earlier last night. No one shot him, and yet he simply died. Marthe and I have discussed the simmilarities between the infection and the rabies virus, and if the viruses are as close as I think, after an extended period of time, the tissue of the brain becomes so inflamed, the centeral nervous system ceases to function, killing them.

Now I hope this clears up a few blurry ideas. So, the common infected are the weakest of the infected you can come across, their only advantage being their superior numbers and the occasional horde.