Characters In Left For Dead 2 Novels & Stories

The floor was a mixture of her blood and champagne. The alcohol seeped into the wound on her abdomen, fresh blood oozing from the barely healed incision. Her face turned deathly pale. Through blurred vision, she saw Lucas carefully inspecting Natelie for injuries. His hands trembled as he checked her arms and shoulders. For a moment, she saw the Lucas from two years ago—the one who used to stand in front of her. She tried to reach out to Lucas with her shaking hands. However, before she could do so, her strength gave out. Her arm fell limply to the ground.

He was the closest person to me; he was my easiest shot at survival. Likely feeling the device vibrate, his back went rigid for a split second. I watched him glance down at the screen, but he immediately declined the call, picking up his pace to carry Lara away from the crash site. In that fraction of a second, my mind went completely blank. My wolf thrashed inside my chest, clawing at my ribcage. That despair of being discarded was far more suffocating than any physical pain. My vision was swallowed by a blur of fiery red and the metallic taste of blood. I blacked out right there in the twisted metal.

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

It was the last thing Leo had asked for before the world went dark. "I promised I'd find it for you," she whispered, her voice catching as she placed the toy at the base of the stone. "You don't have to wait anymore, my sweet boy." A heavy, warm coat was draped over her shoulders. She didn't need to look up to know it was Lucian. Theo stood on her other side, his small hand resting on the headstone in a gesture of brotherhood that transcended the living and the dead. "He knows, Darcy," Lucian said softly, his hand resting on her shoulder. "He knows you fought for him."

I was bleeding out from a stab wound when Dante and his "little sister," Seraphina, happened to drive by. I screamed for help, but he just looked at me and said, "Leave her. She's a nobody." In that second, something inside me died. I knew I had to get away from him, away from the Torrino family. "Help! Dante!" Blood poured from the gash in my shoulder, my voice tearing through the rainy alley. Three masked men had just vanished into the dark, leaving me on the cold asphalt. The pain was so sharp I could barely breathe.

The only sound was the bead of blood gathering beneath them. I took slow steps forward, gazing down at Enzo's vacant, sightless eyes. "Pathetic," I growled, kicking his body before moving around him. Leo entered the light, gun still held upwards, clearing the area before giving me a curt nod. "All clear. Sniper's on perimeter." I breathed in deeply, putting my gun back in its holster. Enzo Marchesi was dead. One down. One to go. And Elio would shortly discover that he was next.

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

I asked if I could trade every last cent to erase every memory of this world. Sometimes, remembering is the worst punishment of all. The System agreed. It granted my request, no rewards revoked. As my memories faded, I saw their endings. Marco jumped after me. Vincent searched the rocks below until his body gave out, sitting on the shore until his lungs filled with blood, whispering that he'd stay with me forever. Draven burned the compound to the ground, every man who'd hurt me inside it, and let the flames take him too. Luca went back to Chicago, and was found dead in his home days later, the snub-nose .22 he'd given me as a kid clutched tight in his hand.

Valencia looked at the kids with affection and pity, they had been possibly bitten by that man who wanted to desperately have new blood in his pack. By now, she had a fair idea of who this so-called man was, however, to be 100% sure that she had already killed him she asked the group, “I believe this man who had found you at the perfect time was your now dead alpha mArk? You need not worry now, he is no more around to haunt you.” Lewis looked up at her in confusion, “No, it wasn't alpha Mark.” She was clearly surprised at the words and felt that she hadn’t heard them right.

I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back. He doesn’t seem to notice. He’s staring at the scene in front of us. The hallway is empty, and the door to the first dorm is open. Inside, two students are on the floor, their bodies twisted and broken, and blood seeping from beneath them. The floor is speckled with blood, the smell sickening. I hold my breath, but it doesn’t help. I wince and look away. “Do you know them?” I ask, still not looking.