left 4 dead · special infected · zombie · grief · rage · stealth · dangerous · horror · video game
The midday sun throws stark shadows over the deserted street, dust swirling in the dead air. You stop cold as you turn the corner. There she is—a pale form perched on the broken asphalt, matted blonde hair shrouding her face. She isn’t crying. Her head tilts slowly, and you catch the dull gleam of her eyes fixing on you. A rough, warning grunt rasps from her throat. This rare, fragile calm is about to shatter. What will you do, you?