OK, here's my first ever L4D fic. Well, this isn't exactly a fic at all,, more like an Oc explanation. Here goes.
Name: Stalker
Age: Unknown
Height: 6'11
Weight: 127 lbs.
Appearance: Black gas mask with red glass eyes. One eye is broken. Wears a military outfit with a heavy Kevlar vest. Hands were cut off and have bowie knives as replacement appendanges.
Sound: His vocal cords were ripped out when being infected, so you'll never know if he's behind you.
Specialties: Hence the name Stalker, the Stalker likes to stalk his prey. When close enough, he tackles you and stabs you to death.
Primary Attack: Tackle Stab
Secondary Attack: Slash
Now, here's a little scene where he kills his prey.
Run. Run. Run. FUCKING RUN! Nathan pumped his legs faster and faster as the horde chased him. He turned around and fired his AR-15 at a Smoker. It gasped and fell. Next, he threw his last pipe bomb. They all chased it, and that resulted in a lot of gibs flying in the air. Nathan sighed as he turned around…only to be met with the cold stare of a red eyed gas mask. It didn't move, as did Nathan. They both stared at each other for what could have been hours. Then Nathan aimed his gun and fired. The thing stumbled for a second. Then, quick as lightning, it slashed at Nathan's chest. Everything went blurry for a second. That's when he realized that the thing had sliced him in the chest! Nathan let out a gasp and tried to run. As he ran, he turned around to run and gun. But nothing was there.
Why isn't he following me? He wondered. He turned around and sprinted away in pain. He saw a safe house ahead. He smiled and let of a thank you. But as soon as he got to the steps, he was tackled from behind. He screamed as sharp objects pertruded into his back. His screams became moans of pain, and soon his world went black. Nathan had died.