Left 4 Dead 1 & 2 Novels & Stories

I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile. "But we have to see it. Please let us see it," another gamma pleaded. I had already anticipated their doubts, so I had hired warriors to kill him and throw him off a cliff so they couldn't find his body. But I was prepared. I got up from my seat and clapped my hands. Two warriors walked in, carrying Bruno's casket. The gammas gasped as they placed the casket in the middle of the room and opened it for them to see. But I asked them not to touch it because it was a fake body I had made.

My family believed in democracy. Every decision was settled by a family vote. Dad, Mom, my brother Dylan Conley, and my sister Tessa Conley each got one vote. So did I. The problem was, four against one meant I never won. During my junior year of high school, my brother wanted a new computer. The vote was four to one. The money I'd saved for three years of tutoring was gone. In senior year, when it was time to submit college applications, I earned early admission to Northbridge University, but Tessa cried and said she couldn't stand the thought of me moving so far away. So the family held another vote. Dad pinned my application form beneath his hand. "Majority rules. You're going to

"Dr. Gardner, everything's ready. We can begin the autopsy." A soft, delicate voice sounded next to my ear. My hand that was holding the scalpel paused, and I snapped back to my senses. I turned my head and met the expectant gaze of my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Jessica Lester, who was currently also my intern. Then, I looked at the severely decomposed, headless male corpse on the autopsy table. That was when I became certain that I had gone back in time and had a second shot at life.

Themis Pov I had appeared at the right time. Gwenn was in shock, staring at a body on the ground. Without looking at the body, I knew that it was Silana, one of the blind spots in my gift. A blind spot that might have saved the world. “Would you look at that, the same way I killed Sorens, I also killed that brat. The next on the list is you.” Kastav crackled as he moved towards Gwenn in a leisured pace.

As soon as the transformation was completed, Lenor; my wolf, howled in ecstasy and leaped forward. "Yes! Yes! Yes" I yelled in my head and I realized that Lenor understood as well. I realized that I and my wolf could communicate and not only that, we are the same entity. Lenor was pure white and without blemish. She was beautiful. She howled loudly and pounced up and down the woods. Just as Lenor leaped through the woods, a yellowish spark flashed through her eyes. And I saw Luna Katherine. Her face looked older and she was standing in a place that looked like a dungeon. Right there in the dungeon was a woman. She was bound and she looked tainted.

"I killed you... I killed you..." If only his regret had come sooner, perhaps we could have truly been the fated mates we were meant to be. But it all came far too late. I was dead now, and my spirit was slowly fading. Nothing they said could ever reach me. But I could not reconcile years of pain, nor the despair of being left to die by my own mate. Marcus watched it all without a hint of sympathy. "Take them away," he ordered his men. "The Alpha King awaits to judge these two sinners."

"And what if I say no? What will you do then? Kill me?" The moment her words fell, the knife plunged deep into her throat. Blood erupted like a fountain, staining everything in its path. Before any of us could react, it had already soaked through her dress, through his hands, turning the two of them into one grotesque figure of red. Natasha's eyes widened in disbelief. "You… you really dared to…" Lance let out a broken laugh, one that sounded more like a cry. "You pushed me this far. What else do I have left to lose?"

Dead people don’t… I touched my chest… ba‑dump, ba‑dump… it was there—my heartbeat. So… why is my heart beating like a trapped rabbit if I’m dead? And if I was not, then what was this place? I couldn’t possibly be dead. Could I? [Player 09. Player 013. Reaper 077. Head to the Exit. Bus doors will be open for survived players after dawn.] An old man from seat number 09 stood and waited at the entrance of the door. He didn’t seem scared at all. As if he was used to all of this.

Ethan frowned heavily at the sight, but he still performed a routine examination of me and my pup's vitals out of occupational habit. The cloying stench of blood hit Toby with such force that he instinctively recoiled, his hand flying to his nose. The oppressive heat had already begun its grim work, accelerating the decay of our corpses. He stood outside the basement, refusing to take another step inside. "What the heck is Joyce doing? She's stunk up the whole basement!" he complained. Barney lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, and simply glanced at Ethan from time to time. Ethan took off his gloves with a solemn expression on his face. "It's confirmed that Luna Joyce and her pup a

I splashed the gasoline into every corner of the room, dousing everything, even that massive mechanical eyeball. "Shall we work together for the last time?" I pulled out the lighter. No. 99's body was already half see-through, but he still bent down, grabbed the axe from the floor, and gave me a firm nod. "Then let's go to hell together." With a click, flames roared to life. But this time, the fire wasn't red. Because what was burning wasn't wood or furniture, but lines of code and fake models and textures. The flames were a strange, ghostly blue.