LEFT FOR DEAD: THE BEGINNING
Disclaimer: I do not own Left for Dead. Any character resemblance is purely coincidental...except for Missy. Oh wait, she's the main character...never mind.
Zombies. It had to be zombies. Missy wasn't sure whether to laugh maniacally or hysterically now that her pet theory on the collective IQ of the general population was being proven true. Only now that IQ seemed to have sunk into the single digits. Deciding on neither, she settled for taking the safety of the M1911 she had just liberated from a mostly shredded cop then turning and shooting him once in the head, just to be sure. She took a deep breath. She'd watched the movies, played the games She had a pretty good idea of what to do. Sighing a bit, Missy edged her way out of the pizzeria door, gingerly stepping over a pool of unidentifiable stinky liquid. On the plus side, she could now definitely quit her crappy job.
Fuck. She'd been spotted. She made a break for it, running up the stairs and skidding into the reinforced saferoom of her temporary base, pausing only long enough to fling the bag of supplies behind her then turning back to the stairwell and opening fire. The horde spilled over into the narrow corridor, shrieking incoherently in an eerie chorus. The first wave went down before her clip ran out. Swearing, she fumbled slightly, discarding the used clip and jamming in a fresh one. Te bodies were piling up at the foot of the stairs but the just kept coming! "I could use some backup here, buddy!" she yelled without taking her eyes off the seething mass in the narrow confines of the corridor. "Working on it!" came the terse reply behind her. In the next breath, two flaming bottles in quick successionsailed over her shoulder to shatter on the horde, igniting them into a fiery seething mass. The smell of dying, cooking flesh and choking smoke made her eyes water but she kept firing until everything was still.
OMAKE: THE MANY DEATHS OF GENERIC CHARACTER ANNE
Anne cowered against the mini-fridge in her dorm room, clutching the shotgun she'd stolen from some random truck to her. Zombies! Oh God! Zombies! She started to shiver, and couldn't stop, breath hitching in hiccuping sobs. She heard a shuffling sound outside the suddenly flimsy looking door and started shaking in earnest, hard enough that the rack the fridge was on started to rattle ominously. The shuffling stopped, and Anne's fingers tightened convulsively on the shotgun. Point and shoot. Anyone could do that, right? Then the door burst in and a dark blur filled her vision. Screaming shrilly, Anne fell over sideways, shotgun going off in her hands, bullet missing the zombie entirely but hitting the gas main and setting off a spectacular explosion that levelled the building, debris taking out most of the zombified college population that had been shuffling their way in a loose horde towards the few survivors in the dorms. Thankfully, Anne was unaware of all that, having passed out as soon as the gun went off.