Left For Dead 2 Rochelle 소설 & 이야기

Ron chimed in while helping one of Alpha Zane’s Gamma. Jericho’s knees weakened, and he leaned on the wall. “The Saloon blew into pieces…” He paused, then breathed erratically. “Carmilla is dead and so are the others,” he pointed out. His eyes expressed fear as this was the first time he had seen something so gruesome.

Suzanne walked to the bedside, her breath hitching in her chest. Jessica lay there, stripped of the vibrant energy that had defined her. Her once vibrant face always full of smiles had shut down. Her body was stiff, unnervingly still, her skin the color of fine porcelain...cold, white, and drained of all vitality. But her face was still as beautiful as Suzanne would always remember.

The next morning, Darcy stood in the private cemetery on the outskirts of the Thorne estate. Unlike the cold marble mausoleum Harry had desecrated in his madness, this grave was hidden beneath the weeping boughs of an ancient willow tree. The headstone was simple, white, and bore only one name: Leo. Darcy knelt on the damp earth, the hem of her silk dress disregarded. In her trembling hands, she held the the Lot 44 she had outbid a room full of millionaires to obtain. It was the last thing Leo had asked for before the world went dark.

The linguistic scholar died. Before we could even reach the secondary stairwell, the massive, tinted glass windows of the living room shattered inward. A hail of high-velocity tactical rounds tore through the air, punching violent holes into the dark velvet couches and marble walls. Three heavily armed mercenaries, clad in matte-black tactical gear and Vance syndicate insignias, breached the shattered ledge using high-tension ziplines from an adjacent rooftop. Malakai returned fire instantly, his sidearm barking three times in rapid succession. The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest.

I whispered. She moved closer. “I should kill you now.” “You won’t.” “Why not?” “Because deep down, you’re still the girl who once cried beside me. Who called me sister? Who begged me not to leave her behind.” She flinched. “I lost that girl,” she snapped. “She died the night I chose survival.” “Then maybe it’s time to bring her back.” “By doing what? Fighting me? Hurting her?” She pointed at Rochelle. “You think that’s redemption?”

All I cared about was Rochelle. “Enough,” I said coldly. “This ends now.” Delight’s laughter returned, softer this time but no less chilling. “Oh, it will end. For all of you. Because you won’t leave her, will you? You’ll die trying to save her. And I’ll win. What better way to end the story?” The timer ticked down to 3 minutes. Adrien and I moved quickly, ignoring Delight’s taunts. I knelt beside Rochelle, my hands trembling as I examined the bomb.

No sooner had the words left her mouth that a bone-chilling zombie roar echoed from outside. “Zombies have breached the base!” June slid down in terror and clutched Poppy tightly as her face drained of color. Holding June and Poppy, a flicker of hesitation crossed my face. The painful lessons from my past life made me wary of trusting Castiel to come save us. Besides, the last time he returned, it was already too late. I pulled the gun tucked behind my back and handed it to June. It was our only means of defense. The gun offered a small measure of consolation at least.

Rachael said “Rachael you won’t understand, after those Angels invaded the island to kill Arnold, we had to run” she said, Rachael looked at Arnold then Yvonne “Things are now even harder for me… everything is messed up Yvonne” Rachael said “Rachael please I am so sorry” Yvonne said “Audrey is dead” Rachael said–Yvonne froze “What do you mean” Yvonne didn’t believe those words and they were very hurtful