Left 4 dead: HungerRain...Left 4 dead: Hunger5 years ago in Horror More Like This
The only thing I remember before I woke to the way the world is now. Soaking me in its sorrow. The world gone insane with pain and anger. I watch the few stragglers fleeing to safety from under the shadow of my hood to find more of their own immune kind. They are fools to think they can survive this madness. Fools to think they can hide from me. Why do these pitiful beings deserve to live? If I'm not immune then no one can be. I always feel angry, hungry and in pain. The first flesh I longed to feast upon was a small, frail child. Such pointless courage to protect his injured mother. My resistant for flesh is in vain, I now lusted for more blood.
The rain continued to pour down washing my clothes from the blood of the mother and child. Watching the other infected wonder thoughtlessly around the street below. These infected move and kill together like an army. The smoking infected has made a few kills himself, strangling immunes from roof tops. Two females, one male and a
The Misadventures of a hunterChapter 1: In which the Hunter learns how to open a door and use a flashlight.The Misadventures of a hunter5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead. The Idea though, is mine. I really need to stop watching movies while playing Left 4 Dead...It gives you bad ideas.
I stared at the few remaining humans as they made their way across the street, dodging several of my brothers, including one just like me. I didn't relate to them very much though. Watching the remaining humans recently became a sort of game for me, I had no desire to leap after them while screaming, because that would involve me getting hurt, even though I don't feel pain too much. I didn't know why, but following them was more interesting than trying to kill them.
They made it across the street, even though one of my largest brothers was chasing them. He failed to catch them as they paused outside of the building with the darker skinned male cheering for some reason. The elderly male told him something that made him quiet down and the group
Left 4 Dead -Cry- The WitchHow long had it been now?Left 4 Dead -Cry- The Witch5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had to have been at least a week...
Less? She didn't know.
There was pain, so much pain.
He had been infected... But with what?
Her boyfriend had come in days before, saying something about infection, about some guy biting him. She saw him take a bit of his blood and put it into his mouth before kissing her.
What had he done? Had he spread it to her?
She felt like she was dying ever so slowly. Her boyfriend after kissing her became something inhuman. He snarled and groaned, and tried to kill her. Of course she stopped him but she felt so.. empty. She had killed him and for what? To continue on in this wasteland? Everything was burning. People were dying. She watched as groups were slaughtered and turned, half eaten corpses strewn everywhere. Planes fell from the sky, oil and gas trucks crashed, burned and exploded, cars careened into eachother killing the survivors inside of them if they hadn't already been taken by disease.
Maybe I'm immune to the disease
Left 4 Dead: The WretchedHe only had to look up a moment before he keeled over and puked. He did a lot of vomiting lately. It didn't take much to set him off; all he needed to do was look up and it all came out.Left 4 Dead: The Wretched6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What's funny is that he was starving. Ravenous, really. And he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten, and yet something always came up, lumpy and green and tasting... fermented. He was forgetting a lot of things lately, not just when he last ate. His name was still here, but he'd forgotten his wife's face. First, after he'd beaten her to death and forced vomit past her cooling lips, all he could see was her face slacking from something to something else to another thing, and then she ran, joined the others in finding them. Damn. There went something else. What was it... emotion. He tried to remember what feelings looked like and they were gone. Maybe he was puking up