Romans & histoires Left4dead

I barked. “We don't know. It's not responding to our magic. This is beyond us.” I exhaled and ran my fingers through my hair. “Madriel, what have you done?” “Try again.” They held hands and began chanting in a strange language. The console between sparked badly like it was fighting itself. It roared like it was coming to life and suddenly went off. “We have never seen anything like it before. We assumed it was a glitch but now it seems that's what the game was meant to do.”

My family believed in democracy. Every decision was settled by a family vote. Dad, Mom, my brother Dylan Conley, and my sister Tessa Conley each got one vote. So did I. The problem was, four against one meant I never won. During my junior year of high school, my brother wanted a new computer. The vote was four to one. The money I'd saved for three years of tutoring was gone. In senior year, when it was time to submit college applications, I earned early admission to Northbridge University, but Tessa cried and said she couldn't stand the thought of me moving so far away. So the family held another vote. Dad pinned my application form beneath his hand. "Majority rules. You're going to

I say in a quite stonelike manner. Leah's pupils dilated a bit after processing my words. "Well where can I find her?" Snapped out of the frozen position she typed away furiously at the computer located in front of her. Finally looking up she said, "She is in a room located on the east wing, on the fourth level, room number 3254." The walk there tooked quite some time. All these people scurrying around to their own destination made the journey to room 3254 quite the battle to get through the halls.

Instead, he picked up a string of bad habits: drinking, clubbing, and street racing. The night before last, Gerald was in a bad mood and went racing on the mountainous roads again. His brakes failed, and the crash was serious. The doctors said he might even lose a leg. "Gerald refuses to go abroad for treatment. He says it's his punishment." Elena sobbed. "Nyssa, can you come and talk to him?" she asked. I stayed silent for a long while. Behind me, Scott's arm circled me once more, his voice low and tender as he said, "My dear."

The floor was a mixture of her blood and champagne. The alcohol seeped into the wound on her abdomen, fresh blood oozing from the barely healed incision. Her face turned deathly pale. Through blurred vision, she saw Lucas carefully inspecting Natelie for injuries. His hands trembled as he checked her arms and shoulders. For a moment, she saw the Lucas from two years ago—the one who used to stand in front of her. She tried to reach out to Lucas with her shaking hands. However, before she could do so, her strength gave out. Her arm fell limply to the ground.

“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

"It's ok Lily. I need some help with the cremation ceremony of mom. You know I don't have many people. Would you come?" "Is it an even question to ask? I would dear. Don't worry." Reaching the graveyard Myra and Lily stood silently. Few of Myra's known people arrived there. Apart from that Dr. Blake had also arrived. It's been four years since Myra and Blake became close to each other. Since the treatment of her mother started, she was not that much strong. But with time and the assurance of Blake she grew into a stronger person. Though she was ready mentally for this day but somewhere deep in her heart she didn't want to be left alone. She decided to sit for some time in front of the grave.

Lucas and my brothers were like madmen, digging ceaselessly in the scorching rubble without sleep or rest. Their hands were burned and torn, fingernails ripped back, dripping with blood, yet they seemed to feel no pain. "Ella... where are you..." Lucas's voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable. He moved every stone, scooped up every inch of ash to examine it closely. But there was nothing. Not even a trace of my scent remained. By the morning of the fourth day, several highly respected Elders of the pack couldn't watch anymore and came to the ruins.

"Dr. Gardner, everything's ready. We can begin the autopsy." A soft, delicate voice sounded next to my ear. My hand that was holding the scalpel paused, and I snapped back to my senses. I turned my head and met the expectant gaze of my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Jessica Lester, who was currently also my intern. Then, I looked at the severely decomposed, headless male corpse on the autopsy table. That was when I became certain that I had gone back in time and had a second shot at life.