Tears on the Dawn
*I do not own L4D or any of its characters*
(Italicized text means infected thoughts/speech)
Chapter 1
What's wrong with me? What happened to me? I'm hideous… A lone figure walks the night. She is human, but yet she is not. Silent tears run down her face. The night is warm but she is cold. Her arms hold herself, a solitary comfort amongst much pain. She has a disease, but not a normal disease. This disease turns its hosts into monsters, murderous killers. Her old life is gone, destroyed by sickness and death. Her clothes are in tatters. She is unlovable. All she wants to do is cry. She has a name, but that too is gone with the sickness.
She is classified, by the living survivors, as a witch. Her telltale sign is crying. Some have confused a witch for a scared young girl, for she is rarely near any of the infected hordes, and have tried to approach her. All attempts to approach, comfort, or go anywhere near a witch have ended in disaster. Getting closer to a witch will anger her and she will begin to growl. If you get closer she will begin to scream at you, then lunge at you and rip you to shreds with her claws.
"We've got contacts!" "Where?" "Left! Left!"
Ah, the routine sounds of a horde approach. The panic in everyone's voices, people scrambling for safety, guns firing, the undead moans, people's screaming deaths, it's all very poetic about the hundred times a day you get to hear it. We are being evacuated, but for some reason more are being killed than saved. This is the day of the zombies. Who am I? Names aren't important, because now we are all basically prey, being hunted by the predators. Who are the predators? Well the zombies of course!
It's mid-Spring, most of the world has been transformed into undead monsters. These monsters will hunt down and kill any living thing in its path, for food. These were the closest things to zombies, as a matter of fact, they were zombies. Some were just common zombies, stumbling, moaning zombies, but some were special, with extra abilities like being able to shoot out a several yard long tongue and wrap it around its prey, jumping long distances, or even spitting out acid. These were the special infected.
"Clear!" We only lost five people this time. We would probably fair a lot better if they let us have guns. But no, it's against CEDA regulations. Ha! CEDA is a joke. They had completely failed their attempts to contain this disease, the military was basically in control now, but somehow CEDA maintained a little bit of control.
One of the survivors managed to get bit during the attack. Normally there wouldn't be much concern, but this survivor wasn't immune, he had to be put down. There were two types of survivors, immune and non-immune. The immune ones could be bit by a zombie, scratched by a zombie, even vomited on by a zombie and never become one, but the others would.
At least there was still some humanity left. Reverend Jonas, a Catholic priest from before the outbreak, went over to the man and began to read him his prayers. I didn't know the reverend, but he was one of the few Catholic priests that wasn't molesting little choir boys, he had been bit three times and he was still going, he was devoted to his work, rather a passion, so I respected him.
After all was said and done, two of the soldiers took the bitten man around the corner. They used silenced weapons so it wouldn't freak everyone out. They came out shortly and we moved out.
I hear them, the warm-ones are near. I hope they don't get hurt… I don't want anyone to get hurt…
ANGER! MUST KILL!
No! A large-arms is going to hurt them, I don't want anyone to get hurt… The witch continues sobbing in her dark corner, listening. Be careful…
"Everyone halt!" yelled a young marine. The group came to a stop. The unarmed survivors huddled closer together and the soldiers raised their weapons. It was unusually quiet, way too quiet. Then the ground began to shake violently. "What the-?"-AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! KILL! MUST KILL!-"HOLY JESUS!" A giant beast with a massive torso and arms came charging at us, shaking the ground. "Open fire!" Every soldier focused their aim on it and let loose. Even after hundreds of bullets hit it at once it just kept coming. A car was in its path, but it did little to stop it. The beast sent the car flying into the air towards us. "Everyone scatter!" one marine yelled, but it was too late. The car landed head-on with the group and exploded. Most of the group was killed instantly, either by the impact, explosion, or shrapnel. Only nine remained now. By the time everyone got up, the beast was now within punching distance for its arms. Three of the marines tried to stand but were slung aside by the massive arms, almost every bone in their body snapping. Six left. Two soldiers began to flee down three street. The monstrous infected reached its fists into the ground and pulled up a huge slab of asphalt and threw it at the two, striking them dead on. Four left. "Corporal, use the AT4!" yelled one marine. The other marine pulled the rocket launcher from her back, primed it, and aimed for the beast. It gave a roar and charged as she pulled the trigger. The rocket hit dead on, blowing a huge chunk out of the infected's chest. It hit the ground with a thud. "Yea!"
"What was that thing?"
I was hiding in a back room of a lower apartment.
One of the warm-ones! If he sees me he will surely kill me. All they want to do is kill me... The witch was about to start crying, but new it would alert the survivor of her presence.
Is it safe to come out yet? I thought to myself. The room I was in was dark, I was scared of the dark, but my fear was not unfounded, there were zombies after all.
Suddenly I heard movement from behind me. I jerked myself around, only to see darkness. I could have sworn I heard something move.
He is scared… Just like me… No! I can't go up to him, he will only kill me… But… No! I can't!
I don't think I'm alone in here… "Son! Where are you?" It was Reverend Jonas. At least he still made it. I ran out of the room and into the street to meet him and the two other marines.
He left! I think I'm safe now, but why do I feel I need to follow him? But I can't… But yet I want to, maybe he will understand… No, He is probably like the rest… She begins to cry.
"Hey! You guys hear that?" said the corporal.
"Yea, witch." replied the other marine.
"I wonder why she cries…" I put in.
"She is probably in pain, for losing her past life." reverend Jonas said.
"Yea right! Zombies feeling emotions, ha!" retorted the corporal.
"Alright kids, we need to settle down for the night." said the other marine.
"Yea yea, how 'bout that apartment, top floor."
The warm-ones are back! If they find me they will hurt me... I must hide!
We were back inside the apartment making our way to the top floor. "I hate stairs…"
The top floor apartment still had a few beds. We barricaded the door and tried to go to sleep. But the witch had resumed crying. "Hey, I got some Nyquil, may help us sleep." announcedthe corporal. We all complied without protest.
Then I remembered what sleeping pills did to me…
And that is the first chapter! I'm going to try to make this better than my other story…
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