Left 4 Dead: A Monster's Account

Prologue
I'd been under the radar for roughly three months, hiding out in a shitty cabin out in the middle of nowhere with only trees and hills for at least a mile right around me. It was late March when I came out there with nothing but a beat up SUV, three coolers full of food, a few cases of water, a bunch of guns and 15 million dollars.

It was supposed to be a straightforward bank job; three of us would lay low in those hills after the job, split the money three ways, and then get the hell out of the country.

I don't know when everything got fucked up, all I know is it did.

Some civilian, some guy trying to be a hero, he pulled out a gun as we were leaving the bank. No one was supposed to get hurt and no one did until that asshole went and fucked it all up for us. He hit John, that's when Rick shot back. Next thing I know we're raking the place with bullets, God, those screams echoed in my ears for weeks. I threw the bags I could grab into the van and got in, I didn't even check if the guys were still alive, all I knew was they were both hit and I got the hell out of there.

No cops had come by though, so I guess it's safe to assume they were both dead; those assholes would sell me out in a second after I left them for dead. In retrospect I was an idiot to still hide at the chosen spot, but adrenaline mutes your common sense.

Once the money was hidden in its spot, buried under the floorboards of the cabin, I had to disappear completely. Three months is a pretty good amount of time for the media to forget about a robbery and a couple dozen murders... God that word still makes me feel sick to my stomach. I'd never killed anyone before that day, I was a thief yes but never would I have thought I'd become a murderer.

I would check on the car radio now and again, noting that police were still looking for a skinny man with chin length brown hair and green eyes. Great thing about modern convenience, a few bucks can totally change your appearance. I tossed the green tinted contact lenses and shaved off my dyed brown hair, which has since grown back in its natural blond. As far as the skinny part, one would be surprised how much your body changes when the only source of entertainment you have at your disposal is doing pushups and jackknifes; throw in a pair of sleeve tattoos, a barbell in the eyebrow and a pleat in each ear... it's not like I didn't have the money... and you have a whole new man you're looking for.

I used to be Tom Jenson, but with some work from a contact equally as shady as my failed thief companions and myself, creating a new alias is hardly difficult. I'm called Jake Delwin now.

Time has passed, I'm no longer the man the cops are looking for, now it's time for me to rejoin civilization.