I don't own left 4 dead or left 4 dead 2
But they are amazing =D
Surviving
Alex was tired. He had been tired for the past two weeks- those bastards never let up. How many battles had he been in now? It seemed he had been in at least twenty. He felt like he had been fighting for an eternity.
He looked down, staring at his Barrett 50. Cal sniper rifle. It had saved him many times, tearing the people in half with a single shot.
He caught himself- they weren't people. They were infected. That horrible virus…. Changing them in such grotesque ways- it made him shudder.
He was thinking about all of the "battles" he had been in. They were more like massacres of infected- until just recently. The survivors had, at first, banded together. Groups of fifty or more staked an area, and had claimed it their own. Alex had belonged to one of these groups, helping fight the infected off of his group's territory. Many times, the infected attacked in hordes and did not stop.
They would never stop- he understood this. But he didn't think they would have been able to destroy his entire group. He had heard their screams, their pleas for help. He felt for them, but he was not stupid. He wouldn't have left his sniping perch to help them, for he would have surely died.
He had stayed up there for three days, until the infected started to leave. When there was about one hundred left, he decided to make a break for it, running to a nearby alley.
This is where he was now, biding his time until he could leave this alley in secrecy, or muster up enough courage to take on the remaining infected by himself.
He hated waiting.