Seityrn: 'Kay, update time again! ^^
PS: I wrote this as soon as I got up from bed 3 in the morning, so don't expect much
You know the drill; Valve owns L4D.
Chapter 6: First story of a common
Location: Unidentified
Ah… even in the afterlife, there is still a caste system amongst us: the Infected.
Hunters dominate the rooftops, searching for prey. Boomers lay wait in ambush to the few living survivors. Smokers distract to allow the others get a chance to kill. Witches tend to hide and avoid combat. Tanks, on the other hand, rush into them. And then, there's us Common Infected, affectionately dubbed as 'commies', 'lesser' and the like.
This life isn't so bad, once you get used to it. Basically, we just wait for something to happen. Examples of which are: Boomer vomit, Car alarms, Pipebombs, Crescendo events… wait, what's a Crescendo event?
Anyway, we end up the same thing: dying, again :(
And finding ourselves living again :)
So while undead, I found something interesting to do; which is to groom myself. What!? You can't blame me for having a small dream can you?
After every kill, I make sure I bathe, brush my teeth (or fangs?), dab myself some perfume, stuff like that. Well, at least I won't be like the many others out there. I am special in my own little way.
One time, I just had a bath when a boomer puked on me. I mean, WTF?! I just had a bath…
After a long while
Okay, no more boomer to puke on me and my fresh self… Wait, is that a car alarm?
Time to kill, I'll bathe again later.
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Gee, I got blood, sweat, gore and bile mixed in me. Bath time again^^
After another bath
Ah, shi-. A hunter just gave me a hug with his bloody hands and stained sweatshirt.
Seriously, I'm beginning to think those guys are bi.*
Back to the bathroom, again.
After a long time in the bathroom
Eh… another call, this time though, of boomer bile. Great just in time too, I'm famished.
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Alright… I'm beginning to think why I bother to groom when I end up staining myself anyway.
*No offense to the hunter's fans. I'm also one