I Hide Myself in the Dark
ooc; Jesus, I wrote all of this in a few hours. Sorry if this seems a bit rushed, but I just had an amazing inspiration. Obviously by Left 4 Dead, and Flyleaf's song "In the Dark". Unfortunately, I own neither. I implore you listen to this song before, during, or after reading. I feed off of reviews and constructive criticism. I hope you love it as much as I do…
I grip the barrel of my grimy pump-shotgun and run a line through the concoction composed of blood and sweat. Having the desired effect, I continue my tiny rendition of a flaming cross. As my gang makes its way down an infected-ridden apartment building, I tap my dark-skinned ally on the shoulder. He appears pleased to get some attention; his tired but hopeful eyes catch me off guard.
I can't possibly show him my crude drawing and tell him, "Hey Louie. Look." The words slip out of my mouth, but I don't regret saying them. They kept what I really wanted to utter under control. Louis' eyes slide down to my grime art, his brow instantly furrowing. In a huff he turns and closes in behind Zoey and Bill.
I couldn't stop with him once I began. "Keep an eye out for any zombies in white sheets with pointed hoods." His shoulders are hunched and he doesn't break stride, but I know he heard me. A laugh erupts from my belly as I swallow down an unwelcome emotion.
Not everyone can take what I dish out. I…guess I can't hate that about him.