Left 4 Dead:
I was bleeding, running out of ammo; slowly my vision was fading to black. I wasn't going to die here right now not by a tank.
I clucked my Shotgun in my hands waiting, looking around I see that are whole group was here, we just waited. I didn't like our chances I had 1 clip left and I wasn't a good shot with my pistols, the only girl in are group, a cheerleader, had dropped her gun and then switched to a Katana. We knew if we made it, she would complain about zombie bit getting in her hair, luckily she didn't see how bad are chances were. Alex are military guide with his stupid gas mask has low health and we used are all are med kits,
"These pills are great" he muttered, I looked at him and decided that I may have to convince him to sacrifice himself if we come to that. Are last teammate, a bass player in a band went missing, I assumed he died. We got ready to make are run to the safe house, the prison filled with zombies. I got ready to open the door with inspirational words I shouted "LEEEEROOOY JENKINS" and got ready for a fight.