Just thought I'd write a little oneshot on L4D, since I came across a whole lot of fan comics on DeviantArt and was struck by the proverbial lightning bolt of inspiration :3
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction. It's basic logic to assume that I don't own any of this, besides the plot.
As always, feedback is appreciated! :D
Unfortunate Circumstance
Lily cautiously peeked out from around the corner of a Boomer-bile covered building, keeping a wary eye out for any Infected. Or even worse, Special Infected. Lily shivered.
The zombie apocalypse had struck a little over a month ago, but she was managing just fine. Fine being the fact that she had managed to avoid the Special Infected thus far.
She frowned, crouching down behind a dumpster. She could hear the hacking cough of a Smoker nearby. As long as she could keep avoiding them, she would be fine.
Lily was suddenly aware of a low growling coming from behind her. She was well-acquainted with the icy feeling of dread spreading its icy tendrils over her body. She swallowed nervously, turning around.
Her wide eyes landed on a blue-hoodie wearing Hunter, crouched on an air-conditioning unit a little ways behind her.
"Fuck."
The Hunter just grinned cruelly at her, displaying his full set of sharp, pointed teeth. Before Lily could move, Hunter pounced gleefully, like a fox on a defenseless rabbit.
"Goddamn Hunter! Getoffa me!"
"Not a chance, bitch!"
...
When Lily next opened her eyes, she was having a little bit of trouble remembering exactly where she was. Bits and pieces of what had happened slowly started filtering back into her mind as the proverbial hamster's wheel started spinning lethargically.
Lily remembered that Hunter pouncing on her like a rabid dog…no, not a rabid dog, more like one of those sadistic puppies that enjoy tormenting any human within biting distance.
She slowly sat up. Lily became aware of an unusual weight on her hands. She calmly lifted one and examined the wicked twelve-inch-long claws that now adorned her discoloured fingers. She lay her hand back on the ground and repeated the process on the other with a critical and calculating eye.
She eventually settled both of her hands down on the ground beside her, her movement orderly and precise. Her expression was neutral as she looked calmly through a curtain of white hair at a battered brick wall in front of her.
A moment later, a piercing screech sliced through the still morning air, startling a flock of geese on a nearby lake and making a Smoker and few blocks away drop his cigarette in alarm.
Unfortunate turn of events has startled the Witch