Left 4Dead: The Pack
The woman ran for her life. She was panting, cold sweat beating down her neck. She wore a faded red jacket and torn jeans, her sneakers squishing in the puddles of water that were left behind from the last night's thunderstorm. The street smelled of puke, fire, and the dozens of rotting corpses that had been strewn across the street. Up ahead she could see the outlines of her three friends: An old man wearing army fatigues, a black office worker, and a tattoed,vest wearing biker with a beard. They were yelling something that sounded faint and indistinct in her fear.
She dashed into a dead end alley. She could hear the screeching, hood wearing monster just behind her, its hot breath on her neck. She screamed, tripped and fell, the red door that led to safety just across the street. The creature, the dark hunter, pounced on her, clawing at her stomach, her warm blood splashing across her face. She yelled in defiance at her own death. She struggled to stay alive, her heart beating slower and slower, its rhythm
becoming relaxing, its lull pulling her into a dark embrace of death. She saw her parents, the ones who had died two weeks before.
She slowly drifted toward them, tried to embrace them, but they pushed her back, back into the world of the living, where she still had something to accomplish. The woman suddenly became all too aware of her surroundings, once again. The smells, the sights, the nightmares of this world once again planted themselves in her mind.
Then she saw it, the one thing that would save her: a car's fuel tank. With one last yell, she pulled her handgun out of her holster and fired twice. She shot the monster that was clawing away at her innards, knocking it off of her and onto the floor, where it got ready to pounce her again. Everything that happened next went in slow motion. She fired at the car's gas tank, creating a huge explosion. The woman was propelled into the air, landing on a wall, where she was impaled by a piece of a pipe that had been knocked loose in the explosion. But she didn't notice the pain of the pipe, or the burns on her face and arms. All she could see was the face of the monster. Her face.