Wassup my bros; I have made yet another Left Four Dead story Starring my newest Hunter, Aaron. Please read and review because Aaron will like it and it'll make him feel better about himself. Also, I'll love and appreciate you all!
Disclaimer: I don't own Left Four Dead. Valve does.
Claimer: But I proudly own Aaron!
'...Why?...'
Cold. I felt so cold...and the pain...
Aaron...my name's Aaron Vonte...
I'm terrified.
How did this happen? Everything was fine earlier today...
I'm a shy guy who loves animals and hoodies; but I had a good life and good friends to be with. We did Parkour all the time together...I was born and raised in New Jersey, I even grew up with some of my buddies. I'm strong but not a lot of people believe that. All because I'm too shy, soft and sweet...
Others...they would pick on me even when I'm twenty-two years old. I hate it...I hate my shyness sometimes. My friends would defend me though...like I was their brother.
That's one of the last things my best friend, Chey Weber said to me...b-before...he was killed by them...
"You're not just my friend...you're my brother."
'Why?...how the fuck did this happen?!...'
I lost so much...I'm so scared and alone and...
We were at a concert, my group and I. It was fun! I was having an awesome time. I was able to forget the torment and taunting that was thrown at me...it was great.
Some of my buddies got horribly drunk. But I got a laugh out of that. Chey and his girlfriend are having a great time; and the whole audience screamed and cheered the singers Pitbull and Akon on.
Suddenly there came a scream.
Hours into our amazing night; a blood-curdling, horrifying scream tore across the now dead silence.
The music stopped. The singers looked on out back with their fans...
The infection drifted in.
Infected...came barreling towards the crowd, and chaos erupted.
The infection...something none of us knew about or ever saw it coming was now tearing apart and beating people to death. T-the screams...flesh tearing...the...blood...gore...the sound of bones breaking from the ones being trampled...
We gathered the rest of our group together and tried in desperation to look for an exit through the hundreds of people...
Until...I-I...I felt pain...ripping through my chest. I didn't see the infected man coming...it just happened so fast...
Jessica managed to kill him. But now I had three gashes across my chest.
We got to our car. My buddies helping me along the way. It was no better in the city...sirens...gunfire...infected and panic. I felt awful...We drive off; I was dropped off at my family's home instead of mine. Where I fell asleep in a guest room.
Growling. Snarling. I couldn't control it...
I woke up; squealing from a lamp's bright light so I pulled my hood over my eyes by instinct. I looked at my hands for a long moment...and saw claws. My injuries still throbbed in agony in their gauze's, but I slowly hobbled for the entrance until I fell onto all fours. I noticed all of the windows and doors were boarded up with the curtains drawn and the lights low.
"Aaron?..."
My Mother's voice. I watched as she stared in horror and worry seeing me crawl into sight as my Father, older sister and brother gathered to see what was wrong. My sister gasped as my stare turned into a hard glare. They all started backing up slowly while I snarled viciously.
Then I...I...
I screeched, running at them. My mom and sister screamed in horror until my dad and brother held me back. Things were knocked and thrown over. They shouted at them to fucking run...get to the car...all the while I was trying to tear their jugulars out.
They did just that and my dad kicked me away...I yelped as he gave me a sorrowful look and said: "I'm so sorry Aaron..."
I screeched and ran at him as he took off outside. He got in and turned the car on until I slammed myself against it clawing and pounding against the windows...My siblings and mom screaming until my dad floored the gas...I ran after them until I was completely out of breath. I dropped to my knees and screeched after them...
That is...until I gained control over myself again. I tried easing my heartbeat and breathing while realizing what I have just done...
My vision slowly blurred...and I started to shake...alone on this dark and dangerous road.
I looked up from the pavement...and tried to speak.
A shriek. It truly terrified me. I tried again...and again...only did I make growls and snarls...crying and yelping sounds until I started making desperate noises...
I couldn't control my tears which poured. I've been infected...I was abandoned...and now I can't even talk.
I don't want to be alone...I want them to come back! PLEASE!
'...I'm so sorry...'
How was everyone's Halloweens?