Left 4 Dead 1 & 2 Novels & Stories

But before I could say or do anything else he suddenly took a firm hold of my arm, his weirdly glowing eyes being the last thing I saw before my head tilted back on its own volition, plunging deep into a whirlpool of images and memories that weren't even mine. I could see two little girls, both so small and chubby as they played in a garden filled with flowers, their round little faces illuminated by joy and laughter as they chased each other... Faster than I could blink, I suddenly found myself sifting through another memory, looking at a small boy with inky black hair and vivid green eyes, his gaze so lost and sad as he looked at the large and black wooden box lying before him, muddled cha

“That was only going to kill him. Maybe parts of you, but only small parts. Tiny little parts that would have also rejoiced in the bloodshed. Sure, Sweet Marie would have died, but Bloodthirsty Marie would have been born. And it would have been something . . . desirable. Something you wanted. Like putting your jaws to a bleeding throat. But this? This will kill all of you. It will kill your soul.” “I don’t care about my soul. I want to know if it will work.” “Don’t do it. Please don’t do it.” If he carried storms in his eyes, she carried desolation in hers. “Don’t you understand that I’m already dead?” “Marie.” “What else can be taken from me? You tell me that. What else can they take?” Lyle

“It shouldn’t be too far from where we are now; it should just take a couple of hours” They emerged from the forest and into a clearing. At the other end of the clearing, they could see a small building with some lights coming from it. “I told you that I smelled humans.” Angel smiled, “I never doubted that nose of yours.” Angel’s stomach rumbled and he blushed. Drake smiled and chuckled at him. “Looks like your hungry. Let’s go find something to eat.” They crossed the clearing, several hundred yards from the cabin. As they came up to the small cabin a shot came from one of the windows. Drake moved with lightning speed and deflected the bullet. Angel saw Drake’s eyes turn slightly blue. “Hold

No matter how long, someday he was going to talk or confide in someone who may later spill the beans. In every battle, casualties were inevitable as sanctioned by the Geneva Convention. There were always holy and unholy troops that gave directions to the winning platoon. Solo was on the left side of the equilibrium. His presence in Subi’s life was more redemptive than it was corporative. Consequently, the young beauty accepted the consequences of her wrongdoing and promised to brave it through to the end. She planned it well and exactly as she expected, results became visible five days later.

he whispered, voice low but teasing, “this is dramatic, yes. But I like dramatic. Makes my job more… interesting.” I shot him a glare. “You always find a way to make near-death experiences sound fun.” He grinned, brushing a hand over my damp hair. “Because it’s more fun with company.” The fog shifted, and I caught movement at the far end of the alley. Hunters. Two of them, fast, calculated, coordinating. I pressed back against the wall, trying to control my pulse. The adrenaline roared, but there was a strange clarity, a cold focus I only felt when survival was a heartbeat away.

I knew better; the fish I gave her was boneless. Jane's lips trembled as she tried to steady her voice, "That's because the nurses cleaned her up before they brought her here." "Cleaned her up, huh?" My voice turned icy. "Then answer me this: after death, the body cools, starting with the limbs." I pressed down on my daughter's rigid arms and belly. "So why is her stomach colder than her arms and legs?" I yanked up her sleeve to reveal more than just cold skin. "Livor mortis already? That was fast."

When the extreme-heat apocalypse arrived, surface temperatures reached 158°F, and the first group of people began moving to Frostpoint Base. As a scientist, my wife had two spots to bring family members with her. Everyone thought she would take me without hesitation. But in the end, she put the name of her graduate student on the application. "He's my student, and he doesn't have his parents with him. I can't bear to leave him alone in a place this hot." She submitted the application without a second thought. Her next words chilled me to the bone. "Ethan, you're different. You've been tough since you were a kid. I know you can survive until the second group is evacuated." I forced a bitter s

None of them had returned. Not to mention!!! There were a few unfamiliar faces… The Rank 1 Evolved One dared not continue with his thoughts after seeing the Apocalyptic Legion beside Lucas. 'These four zombies… have red eyes? 'I think zombies with red eyes are Rank 7 Zombies!' The thought of it made the Rank 1 Evolved One take a few steps back. His eyes opened wide as he shouted, "Rank 7 Zombies! There are four Rank 7 Zombies!"

Guevarra’s liposuction. “Welcome back, Ginger,” Dr. Guevarra said with a smile on her face. “Are you ready to remove your bandage and see the result of your new appearance?” “Finally! I get to see the new me literally,” Ginger said. “And Ginger had already died three months ago. It’s Lucy Solace now.” “Well, that’s a nice name, Lucy,” Dr Guevarra said while gently removing Ginger’s bandage, and once removed, she handed over a mirror to Ginger.

The presence seemed so familiar, so I turned my head and then my world stopped. Nico. He was here. Standing at the entrance of the cathedral I had just walked into, half in shadow, half illuminated by the golden chandeliers, was him. The man I love. The man I broke up with. The same man that I slept with just last night. Nico was standing in his real form in the same space as me. I suddenly felt like I could not breathe as my heart sank into my stomach. His face was unreadable, but his eyes—God, those eyes—were definitely filled with anger.