Title: Terror in the Day Lid Sky
Author: Shadewolfy
Rating: Um, T I think
Genre: Horror & Adventure
Warning: Dead People and Hunter Terrors
Disclaimer: Don't own L4D2 (This is based on L4D2)
Summary: In the darkness of your room, you sit huddled in the corner, absolute terror curling in your veins.
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In the darkness of your room, you sit huddled in the corner, absolute terror curling in your veins.
It was out there.
And it wanted in.
It was a bright-lid summer day when everything went to Hell. You always thought that when disaster struck the weather would somehow mirror the world it blankets, but it was not the case this time. It was a beautiful summer day. And the world went to Hell.
Literally.
Because only in Hell would you expect to find dead bodies, alive and walking, moaning and hungry for meat.
You knew something was up that Saturday when the normally loud neighborhood suddenly went quiet. No happy children laughing, no older people calling to each other.
You knew something was up when you stepped out of your empty house, halfway through cooking and saw nobody.
You knew something was up when your stomach clenched in fear.
You knew something was up when old man Sumner suddenly came at you, mouth bloody, claws raised and eyes a glow a vile yellow.
You knew something was up when you had to resort to hitting him over the head with the frying pan you were holding just to get him to stop.
Now your back to this moment, sitting huddled up holding a bloody frying pan loosely in one hand, the other curled around your legs. You can smell the coppery smell of blood lingering in the air and hear the only noise from inside the house, the constant drip-drip-drip of blood hitting the floor.
And something out there.
You can hear it again now, the endless growling oh so common to one of its species.
The Hunter clan.
Fast, agile and brutal. You don't know it's there until it's too late.
It is too late.
It was too late when it smelt you.
And now you sit in your room, listening to its growls as it tries to come in.
Vaguely your terror addled mind brings up the thought that maybe you're having a panic attack and that's why everything seemed muffled.
And that's where I come in, bloody machete in one hand and a pistol in the other.
Breaking through the fog of terror that had descended over your thoughts was the sudden sharp sound of gunshots and the dying scream of a Hunter.
And as you look up, there I stand, your bloody savior, machete in one hand and the other held out towards you.
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This is something I wrote for an English Essay and then rewrote from memory so it's not exactly right.
Peace.
Out.
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