This hasn't been edited. If anyone would like to do that, let me know. I started playing L4D recently, and I've been wanting to do this for a while. Hope you like it! xx
The Witch's Sorrow
The sound of sobbing filled the dark room. What had happened? She couldn't remember how this had happened to her. How she had changed. She was aware of the bodies around her, leaning against the wall or sitting in the corners. They seemed frozen. They were lucky. These zombies, who had once been human, they couldn't remember. Not like she could.
She let out another sob. The memories of her former life were painful. Faces flickered in and out of her mind, smiling at her before they changed. They we're horrified. Scared as they stared at her. She couldn't control the rage she felt, the need to leap at her loved ones, to tear their flesh apart until the light was gone.
Oh, the light. She used to love the light, now it only brought pain, making sure she was trapped in the dark. It stung when it shone on her as she fought the urges to hide from it or attack the owner of the painful brightness and make them go away.
Sometimes she could stop. She could stop herself from ripping apart the humans and run. Run far away and find a new place to hide. To sob to herself in dispair as she remembered.
Witch. That's what they called her. She almost wanted to laugh as she heard them hush eachother. At least they had the decency to turn their lights off and leave her alone. There were those unlucky ones however, who wandered too close. Her growl didn't seem the deter them and she'd leap, slash at them with her deformed fingers until they bled out, covering the floor in crimson rivers.
Their comrades would coming running, sometimes too late to save their friend from her claws. She'd scream at them as they raised their weapons, firing shot after shot, trying to hit her before she escaped. She'd felt the sting of bullets several times, sometimes wishing, praying they would hit her, end her suffering. Her instincts wouldn't let them. Some cruel twist of fate wanted her alive, enjoyed her daily pain.
One day, the uninfected would wander across her path again. On some days, she wanted to hunt them out, make them suffer like her. She envied them. They would never be like her. They would survive, make it out of her and start anew while she stayed, trapped in this never ending pain and darkness.
And maybe one day, some day soon, she would find the release she was looking for.