Disclaimer: I do not own left 4 dead.
just a short blurb on the infected.
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Hunter.
Sharp claws, sleek body, crimson fangs.
Silent assassins, always vigilant.
Our sweatshirts hide our faces, our emotions.
Smoker.
Nauseating smoke, mutated body, clouded eyes.
Defiant predators, violent and loud.
Our judgment is clouded by the air we breathe.
Boomer.
Vile slime, bloated body, distorted innards.
Dastardly scavengers, waiting for the kill.
Our bodies are beyond help.
Witch.
Elongated claws, frail body, tear-stained eyes.
Deadly pacifists, seeking refuge from the light.
We have forgotten why we are crying.
Tank.
Powerful fists, muscular body, destructive rage.
Lone killers, decimation of all.
We cannot see beyond our rage.
Screamer.
Horrendous voice, average body, bound limbs.
Raucous fiends, bane of existence.
Our voices do what we cannot.
Charger.
Burly arm, beefy body, disparaging assault.
Solitary murderers, devastating force.
Why have we been wronged so?
Spitter.
Corroding acid, melting body, stealthy attack.
Venomous assailants, absolute termination.
Why must we keep suffering?
Jockey.
Crooked claws, curved body, deranged mind.
Psychotic villain, taking command in the shadows.
We fight to survive against those who would kill us.
Common.
Many hands, multiple bodies, numerous forms.
Unfortunate beings, victims and carriers.
We are one of the many.
We are the infected.