Left 4 Dead 1 & 2 Novels & Stories

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.

"In your next life, don't love someone this way. And don't make anyone wait." Stepping out of the cemetery, I drew a deep breath, feeling the weight I'd carried for years finally lift. As the car drove away, I watched the city blur past and allowed a small smile to form. This time, I had truly let go.

Ansel leaned against my side, his small fingers gripping the front of my dress. "Mother, where's Father?" "He's gone." "Gone where?" "Where he belongs." Ansel gave a small, uncertain nod and did not ask again. The procession reached the family grounds. The coffin was lowered into the earth, the grave was sealed, and the headstone was set in place. Two names were carved into the stone. "General Stellan Montclair. Lady of Fidelity, Daphne Langford. Buried together." From that day forward, the whole world knew that Stellan Montclair was dead and Daphne Langford had followed him to the grave. They were 'buried together' for eternity.

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

Blood spread across the floor while Hayley stood there calmly, her boot planted on his corpse. "If you want to judge me," she said coldly, "say your names." The entire hall went silent. Everyone felt their heartbeat skip. Even here, even when surrounded by enemies, she was still a violent storm. Lance stared at the girl standing in blood below him. His eyes gleamed. "My name is Lance Delgado," he said. "I'm the base director of Ark One." As soon as he spoke, the masked figures on both sides followed. "I'm Gerard Ford, director of Ark Two."

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

“ He's right. Three months left.” The moment he spoke it, my world shifted. I'm in a black hole. It feels like I'm in a jungle and no one's coming to save me. My planets exploded. Three months to left is not needed anymore. I already feel dead.

On the desert sandy floor stood an Atty of Nazgul birds, gritting their teeth angrily and waiting for me to come out so they could devour me. Knowing that this is a lost battle, I changed my direction. I know that this tunnel is more like a puzzle, and there must surely be another way out. I took my right turn, but I was met with another army of skeletons. Not wanting to confront them, I changed my direction to the left. I have always suspected since I was young that my right doesn't favour me. My left is always better. So, I started following all the left turns.

here today? Since that was the case, Ariel wouldn't leave her any leeway. "What if I could reconstruct your entire code from the data?" Not only did Chad find it similar, but she also felt something was off. In fact, she felt Nancy's code eerily mirrored her U.N2 work.