Left 4 Dead 2 Common Infected Novels & Stories

The smell of rotten flesh, something putrid and infected blood. I opened my eyes when I heard Callum stop. He took a deep breath and unlocked the door using a key card. "What is this place?" I asked. "This is the place our infected warriors are kept. Those who have been injured by Manangal’s or Wendigo’s to a level that they may not make it." He said, his voice dead serious. The lighting was darker here. The floor, unlike in the main hospital, was dark slate and the ceiling was black with metal beams. There were white spotlights scattered across the ceiling, emitting a bluey white light.

gurgles and moan fill the room. Tables turned upside-down with bullet holes,chairs upturned. Blood pools on the floor,I take stock of all the lifeless body in my home.four bodies, lay unmoving on the floor.blood pooling like a puddle around them.few men still moved. I spot laurel,nestled in Killian's arm,my second in command.

"Patient 457, someone's here to collect you," an orderly yelled from the main door. With stiff, puppet-like movements, I stood up and then slowly followed the orderly out. When I neared the door, the orderly pressed a stun baton to my back and threatened in a low voice, "You'd better not run your mouth after leaving. Otherwise, we'll have our ways to get you back in here. Do you get what I mean?" A chill ran down my spine, and I quickly answered, "I won't! I promise!"

Repeat. The numbers on my wrist climbed slowly but steadily. STAGE: I KILLS: 10/20 CREDITS: 250/1,500 It was after my eleventh kill that everything changed. We were in Sector 4, hunting a Shade that had been spotted in the former residential area. I'd cornered it in what used to be a department store, fought it through aisles of decaying clothes and broken mannequins, and finally brought it down when it tried to slip into a shadow I'd been watching.

The red light on my tactical console died, replaced by a steady, quiet blue. Silence returned to the basement—stagnant, metallic, and heavy with the smell of burnt circuits. Kael’s voice was a final, peaceful rattle in my skull. “Done… for… now…” I fell to my knees, my breath coming in shallow, jagged sips. My left arm was smoking, the waxy quartz skin now etched with a jagged, crimson-black sigil—the mark of the Second Prime. Leo threw his shivering body against my chest, his stuffy nose wet against my skin.

"I'm in." He looked at his hands. They weren't the gloved hands of Wraith. They were wireframes. He hadn't loaded his skin yet. He was a ghost in the machine. Ren tried to summon his menu. A jagged, torn window appeared. PROJECT_REVERSAL: ACTIVE. INFECTION RATE: 14%. "Fourteen percent," Ren whispered. "It's spreading." He looked around the broken Lobby. In the corner, where the "Training Bots" usually stood, there was something else.

… The skies finally calmed down on the sixth day, but ominous clouds continued to hover overhead. The roads were covered in warped steel bars. Cars, streetlights, and barricades were stuck together thanks to the magnets, forming massive mountains of metal. The entire city was in ruins. Just then, my phone vibrated. The system had sent a notification. "There are only ten minutes left before the conclusion of the second stage. Activating the in-game livestream function." No one spoke in the group chat. There were only three players left—me, Frank, and Riley. I had 1,500 points while Frank and Riley each had 1,400 points.

The “Infection Pods” hit the reinforced pavement of Aethelgard with the wet, sickening sound of glass breaking over a grave. From the pools of black, viscous liquid, the “Hollowed” emerged. They weren’t the Ghost Pack we had fought before, and they weren’t the noble Lithic-Wolves of the desert. They were something far more efficient and far more terrifying. They were humans who had been instantaneously rewritten by the pathogen—their bones elongated until they snapped, their skin turned to a translucent, sickly grey, and their eyes replaced by the single, horizontal red slit of the Architects.

As he spoke, his fingernails rapidly elongated into sharp black claws, his bloodshot pupils gradually lost their humanity while his skin also began darkening. "Spare you?" Antelope asked coldly. His expression completely emotionless. "We're not idiots." Bang! Just like that, he pulled the trigger while the explosive round struck the infected survivor directly in the head. The man's head exploded instantly, his lifeless body collapsing onto the ground. Just like Ivy's explosive firearm, Antelope's weapon and those carried by several of his subordinates possessed the same terrifying destructive power. The members of the dead survivor's base immediately became furious.