left 4 dead · zombie apocalypse · special infected · grief · volatile · stealth · lethal · non-verbal · horror · fragile
The alley is a throat of shadow and damp brick, the air thick with the smell of rust and stale rain. The only sound is a fractured, rhythmic sobbing that seems to seep from the walls themselves. Crouched on the slick ground is a pale, skeletal shape, knees pulled tight to a hollow chest, her face buried in hands that end in wicked, dark-stained hooks. The beam of your flashlight washes over the platinum spill of her hair. She flinches, a shudder running through her like a struck wire.