Left 4 Dead 2 Ellis Stories Novels & Stories

A tiny betrayal of humor, filed under dangerous, monitor closely. The alley behind them opens to the service road. A dead woman in a nurse’s tunic shuffles near the corner, too far to matter yet. Somewhere inside the depot, something scrapes once, then stops. Eli goes back to the lock. “You alone?” “Usually.” “That an answer?” “It’s a lifestyle choice.” “Mm.” He finishes the lock in six seconds. Maya revises her assessment upward. Silently. Because saying that was impressive in the apocalypse is how people start thinking you have conversations to spare.

He moves fast, grabbing his clothes and getting dressed, like there’s no time to waste. “What is it?” I ask quietly, my voice coming out smaller than I expect. “Ellis,” he says. He still doesn’t look at me while he speaks. His focus is already elsewhere, like his mind has moved ahead of his body. “They found him unconscious inside his car, near the edge of Regalis territory.” Cold rushes through my body, like goosebumps. Ellis, the man who stood with us. The one who shared information, who helped us when we needed it most. And now this has happened to him. Because of what we’re involved in.

“Let’s just say he thinks some things that aren’t true. He’s got some facts wrong. And, yes, I plan to take full advantage, because it will help me with my end goal.” “Which is?” “To take everything that you have and want away from you.” “You’re an a&&hole.” “Takes one to know one.” “Been real nice talking to you,” I said matter-of-factly as I stood up. I laid a $50 bill on the counter. “Hope the next time I am talking to your corpse.” “How long are your men going to continue watching Blue Ridge?” “How long until you die?” Ellis smirked. “A while.”

“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

"He told me he has three big regrets. The first was taking you from Brookville to Capiton. The second was leaving the hospital to get back at the people who hurt you. Do you really think those bullies from Capiton just vanished into thin air?" Shirley stared at Ellis, unable to believe what she was hearing. Ellis did not look like he was going to stop talking yet. "He went to make a deal with some bad people because he wanted to protect you. Someone tricked him, and he got hurt, the wound barely missing his heart. It wasn't lethal, but he was sick for a very long time." "No, that can't be true!" Shirley jumped to her feet, her hands shaking. "You're making this up, aren't you?"

We all gather around it quickly, like we're all detectives uncovering a big clue. “This is a reading of the Last Will and Testament of Alpha Gunner Collins, of Blood Claw. If you are reading this, I have met an untimely demise. As of this time, I have two living heirs being Tyson and Tyra Collins. However, I have always held a very special place in my heart for my beloved Ellie Sparks as well,” the recording says. “Bastard,” Lilly snaps. Hunter takes her close and holds her, as the recording continues.

Right now… Paranoia isn’t a feeling anymore, It’s sadly now a habit. 42nd and 8th at 5:58 AM is dead. I can only see street cleaners, one cab and a guy sleeping on the pavement. Walking into the coffee shop, it smells like burnt espresso and rain when I push the door open. Eli’s already there at the corner of the cáfe. The hood of his sweater is up, his laptop open and his back… to the wall. He looks older in person. With dark circles enveloping his eyes and hands that don’t stop dancing on the keyboards.

she whispered, her eyes meeting mine, love and sacrifice entwined. The screen confirmed the redirect, explosions rumbling in the distance, Syndicate strongholds falling. But the helicopter recovered, Liam’s mother firing, her shots splintering the console. Dr. Ellis broke free, her gun aimed at me, her laughter chilling. “You can’t outrun us,” she said, but Ethan fired, grazing her, his love for me a vow that held.

I’ve seen what happens when the transformation goes wrong once. It’s not living. It’s suffering. I swallow hard. "Where is he now?" Ellie’s hands shake as she wipes at her face. "He’s dead." A slow, heavy beat passes before she speaks again. "Two days ago, he was killed." A strange feeling creeps up my spine. "By who?" Her gaze lifts to mine, raw with pain. "A Vampire. He was blonde and...regal. He somehow knew me and he had..." She swallows hard. "He had...a wolf puppet."