The zombie hid in the hotel room. What he lacked in Offensive powers, he made up for in cunning. He was smart. In fact, he was the Smartest Zombie in the World. One who tricked humans into his waiting maw. He didn't brainwash them or anything. No, that wouldn't be fun. Instead, he made use of technology and the witch who had decided to take sanctuary in this room to create the ultimate trap for the Female Medic blasting her way through the Hotel.
First, He positioned the Witch facing the door, so that anyone opening the door would receive a jumpscare, plus face full of Witch. This wasn't the first time this zombie had manipulated his opponents. For Example, One cunning Human had made it into an underground Bunker, and she turned it into a fortress. Unfortunately, she missed the rabbit hole that had been covered with wood. The Zombie had exploited this weakness, and had infected the nearby rabbit Warren to take her out. Nearly 50 Rabbits had swarmed into the bunker and had pounced on the hapless Survivor.
Death by Bunny. Not a nice way to go.
He exited this nice daydream and turned on a tape recorder.
"Help! They're swarming me! Someone, for God's sake, Help me!" A pre-recorded voice shouted, and the female nearby, Zoey, stopped outside the door, and kicked it open.
The Witch threw itself at her, tackling her to the floor and clawed at her, while several zombies piled in.
The Smart Zombie withdrew into the shadows, cackling evilly.
"Cut."
That word either made or broke a Zombie in the Left For Dead 2 Zombie Auditions.
The Witch and the other zombies got up and walked up, and a dazed Zoey sat up, wondering what had just happened. The Designer, the one in charge of the audition, cast a frustrated glance at the smart zombie. "You're not included."
"Why?"
"A Smart Zombie? Unbelievable. We want dumb zombies, ones who can easily be killed. We want the game to play itself, not turn into a marathon for the Gamer."
"Give me one more chance sir, please!" The Smart zombie cried, glasses askew.
"No. Mr. Dempsey, if you would." The Designer said, motioning to the Consultant from the Call of Duty Zombies Mode.
"On it." Tank said, before levelling the Olympia and emptying both barrels into the Smart Zombie.
"Next." The Designer called out.
An Infected man in a Straitjacket walked up, expectant.
The Designer took one look at the Screamer and said "No."
The Screamer trudged off, hopes crushed again.