Left 4 Dead 2 2 Novels & Stories

"Luc, wake up, please! My affection for you has reached 100 points. Why isn't it working?" "Luc, if once isn't enough, then I'll do it a second time! Even if it costs me my life, I'll bring you back!" "Luc, we promised to be best friends for life. How could you go back on your word?" I struggled to open my eyes when I heard the familiar voices. "Mom, Eve, Claudia... I'm home." One month after returning home, my body fully recovered. At the same time, the system's voice echoed in my mind once more. "Congratulations, Lucian. You have completed the mission. I will soon depart. Before I go, I have a few gifts for you."

Clutched in his wet fingers was a small, heavy black remote control device featuring a single glowing red LED indicator at the top. His thumb hovered over the heavy rubber button. A sinister, terrifying smile slowly spread across Julian’s face, pulling his lips back over his teeth in a grotesque, demonic sneer. "Enjoy your little victory, Ethan..." Julian whispered into the howling wind, his voice laced with pure, toxic venom. He leaned close to the small microphone pinned inside his wet collar, pressing his thumb firmly down onto the red remote button. "Initiate Phase Two," Julian declared coldly to the shadows. "Kill them both tomorrow."

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

Every muscle in his broad frame was primed for absolute violence. "Adrian," Lila’s voice came through his tiny earpiece, smooth and steady, cutting through the roaring wind. "Two thermal signatures on the second-floor landing. They are setting a secondary charge along the support pillar above the panic room." "Copy," Adrian whispered. He didn't use the stairs. He stepped onto the wrought-iron railing of the lower balcony, pulling his massive weight up effortlessly, swinging over the upper ledge without a sound. The two mercenaries in dark tactical gear didn't even hear the air move.

"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?"

I bark out to our men and they start moving. I open the first door I see to find a group of men sitting around a table playing cards. I shoot them without hesitation and feel nothing as their bloody corpses slide to the ground. The second and third room I enter is empty. The fourth one is a smoking room with three men surrounded by a cloud of cigar smoke. The monster in me hums in satisfaction while it watches life drain from their eyes the moment I pull the trigger three times on each of them. I clear the next room. And the next. The wedding music getting louder which each step I take.

she asked, wiping away the tears that were already flowing down her eyes. “Call Damian, I will leave your location on and also, there is a door at the back that leads the way out. You have to be smart and promise me that once this is over, you will remember this gesture of mine.” Justin said. “Thank you, Justin, I can never forget this,” Layla said and started dialing Damian’s number immediately while Justin on the other hand went around and disposed of the remaining apple that was lying down close to the bodyguards. The phone rang for a while before Damian picked up,

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.

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To hold onto this… for as long as I can. To live in it. To breathe in it. But no matter how tightly I hold onto that feeling— That thought still finds its way back in. Quiet. Persistent. Suddenly, Nathan’s left arm shifts, lifting slightly before he lets out a slow, heavy breath. A second later, it settles again—pulling me closer into him. That’s when I realize. I let out a quiet breath. Time’s up. It always is. Lunch is ending. Neither of us says it out loud… but we both feel it.