Left 4 Dead Story Novels & Stories

We have already been attacked by strange creatures thrice. I shake the fog from my brain, now wide awake. They actually found them? I didn’t think they could? It’s been four days since Derek and Adria left, and the girls killed Jade, making sure she could never come back from the dead. They cleansed the interrogation room after her remains were removed, and then they buried her in a blessed grave, making sure no one could ever touch her again.

For the first time since stepping into this house, she understood— This wasn’t a lover’s quarrel. This was a purge. And she was standing on the wrong side of it. “Take her away!” he roared. “Right now!” “Berg!” Mia screamed. “You have no right to make that decision!” “Shut up!” Berg roared. “You killed my only mother. I’ll make you pay with your life.” “If it weren’t for you, my mother wouldn’t be dead.” “You killed her!” Mia staggered back, fear gripping her completely.She collapsed to the ground again—this time at Pete’s feet.

The magnet storm intensified on the fourth day. Every piece of metal in the city was stuck together. The roads were covered in warped metal blocks. Broken steel bars protruded from the walls of many buildings. Barely anyone spoke in the group chat anymore. Most of the messages were notifications from the system. "Connor Edwards has been eliminated. "Sonya Larkman has been eliminated. "William Green has been eliminated." There were only 25 survivors left in the game. Half of the players had perished.

He looked at Timothy and said coldly, "I slept with this woman for four years, and now you want her? You've got terrible taste. You’ll take anything you can get, huh?" I never expected four years of sincerity would end in such humiliation. I tried to curse at him, but my swollen face wouldn't let me speak. My chest rose and fell rapidly in anger. Timothy's expression tightened. His large hand gently steadied me, slowly rubbing my chest to help me breathe. Only then did Elias notice Winnie's injuries. He quickly went to her, checking her wounds with concern, then turned to Timothy with contempt. "Breaking into the Whites and hurting their heiress? Well, whoever you are, this won't end well fo

By the time the car left North Harbor, the sky had finally cleared. In the rearview mirror, Commission men had pinned Damon down, and the folding knife lay on the road with a small, pale sound. The wind swallowed it almost immediately. I didn’t ask what would happen to him afterward. To me, the name Damon Moretti already belonged with the old letters burned to ash, the wedding ring sunk in the harbor, and the ruined dream I had stopped trying to save. One month later, I bought my first warehouse site in a lake town to the south.

She lays her chin on her hand looking like a sullen child. I have no idea who she’s talking about, but everyone else seems to. They all look slightly crest fallen at the announcement. Then they all start talking at once. I hear a few phrases of “those tattoos”, “those intense eyes”, and “his body” being thrown around. I miss a lot of it though. I see a young guy approach the table; he has a very hipster vibe going for him. I don’t think this is whom they’re talking about. He sets our drinks down with a small smile and walks away.

In fact, I kinda felt pretty good. "Is it finally coming to an end?" I asked with a hint of excitement. "Not really. You still have like four days or so," He answered with a serious tone, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Four days?!?" I screeched, feeling like throwing myself out the fucking window as I let myself fall back into those fluffy pillows, reeling with utter exasperation and dejection. Four days? What the fuck!?! It's been only three and I've barely managed to hold myself in check and endure so far. How the hell was I supposed to get through four more?

I laughed as well. Then his phone started ringing. "I'm sorry Dear, I have to take this call." "No problem!" I said smiling. "Check the kitchen and get anything from the fridge," He said to me pointing to the direction of the kitchen while he already answered his call,"Yes?" I took a can of four season juice from his fridge and went to the living room. He sat on a stool at the minibar and continued with his call. It seems he was talking with a client and since I don't want to eavesdrop, I turned on the TV.

Forever. The question haunting me: Who won't make it back alive? And is saving Luna worth losing someone else? Drop your theories! Who do you think dies? Tell me! Chapter 48 is the BETWEEN PLACE chapter and it's going to break your heart! END OF CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

The four men I had ordered to follow me did as said as we made our way up one of the stairs, making sure I checked each corner of the building with each room I came across. "Come in, boss. We found something weird in the left side, the third room," I heard one of the other men spoke through a walkie-talkie on one of the men with me. "What's that? Tell me what did you see," I questioned, hoping for more intel. "I can't explain, boss. It's just so disgusting; the walls are filled with dried blood. There are also some skeletons of dead humans, boss," the man described. "Stay right there. I am on my way now," I said as me and the four men made our way to the room the other guy was talking about.