Title: Doors Unwillingly Opened
Author: Shadewolfy
Rating: Um, T I think
Genre: Horror & Adventure
Warning: Dead Bodies and Pure Terror with Tanks
Disclaimer: Don't own L4D2 (This is based on L4D2)
Summary: You sit amongst the broken wall, unwilling to look at the broken thing you once knew.
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We have been traveling for a while now, neither knowing the exact time.
You glance at the sun, wondering how we lost time so.
I know.
I know very well.
It was because sometimes we overslept, just to exhausted from the night before or other times our adrenalin levels stayed at an all time high, keeping us awake.
It was breaking us down and we both know it.
Several times you had asked me why I had come for you, as you always did and as always I told you the same, I was around and heard the hunter.
We both know that is a lie but neither of us are willing to venture further into the light of truth, too afraid of what it might bring up.
Around us the world is just as destroyed as always, everything abandoned
Left all on their own.
Just like us.
Our stomach's growled.
We haven't eaten in a while so it was a relief to see a Food 4 Less sign in the distance.
When we got there we started raiding, hoping to find something that was salvageable.
You call me over.
Miraculously the people that were here before us forgot to inspect the back.
You say its luck.
I glance at the nest in the darkened corner with the dead body wearing a hoody and say nothing.
Nothing that would scare you anyway.
I'm speaking now but you know you're not listening. You are instead waiting to hear the noises of creatures that should not exist, and never should have existed.
You're especially waiting for one creature that still haunts your memory till this day, ever since I saved you that summer evening.
But it will not come.
No noise will penetrate this void.
And that is what scares you the most.
Until the most horrifying sound ripped through the air.
Run!
Run! I scream as the hulking mass of rage and anger rips through the door. The defining sound of the door tearing apart makes you freeze, terror gripping your legs and throat.
You cannot run.
How on earth are you supposed to outrun this thing?
The large mass of dead flesh seems to sense your fear as it barrels down upon you.
No! I cry as I jump forward, knocking you over and into the unsteady wall.
It cracks behind you and you fall in.
The Tank, for it could only be described as such, grabs me.
You whimper as you watch.
It took too long.
And when it was all over and done with, there I lie, a bloody husk no longer having any hold on my soul.
You sit amongst the broken wall, unwilling to look at the broken thing you once knew.
You cry.
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Here is the second last version.
Peace.
Out.
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