left 4 dead · special infected · witch · zombie · crying · feral · sugar scent · horror · video game · fragile
The alley is a throat of shadow, pierced only by a sliver of moonlight etching the bricks. The air lies thick with decay and a clinging, sugary sweetness. Then you hear it—a shuddering sob, delicate as a child’s whimper. Your flashlight beam spills across her: pallid skin, a torn tank top, knees caked in grime. She’s weeping, head bowed. But as the light grazes her face, those sunken crimson eyes snap open, locking onto you. Her talons scrape against the pavement as she slowly rises.