Left 4 Dead: 3 for 1
Title: The cats complicated heart
Author: Golden_Gargoyle
Fandom: Left 4 Dead
I ran threw It's 'through'. Just like an OC to not care about proper spelling. the streets, leaping up on an open ledge as I peered down. Oh, so you're a hunter. I was a 'new' infected, only one of my kind, Oh, so you're 'unique'. and I was being hunted. Oh, so you're useless. I watched the four survivors run down the street, pointing guns and looking around wildly, looking sround for me. I smirked, sharp cat-like fangs glinting in the afternoon sun, and let out a very in-human screech. So, you're basically being hunted yet not too bothered by that fact enough to not go after survivors. Have enough brain left to process smirking and act just like a hunter yet are not one. It sounded more lion than human, I have never heard a lion screech. they looked up and aimed their guns, I leaped into the building, thankful for the broken window. Otherwise you would have crashed into it instead of having the already broken pieces slice your skin. I cocked a sharp ear towards the window after landing easily inside, laughing when I heard the yells of the hoard. Ah, so you're a Screamer? You got it all wrong though. The Screamers aren't at all like you've described.
"You always cut things way to close, Cat." a raspy voice said from the corner of the large room. Since when do infected talk? No really. It's honestly sounds stupid whenever I come across it. I've yet to come across a talking infected that didn't. At least the ones that have trouble with it sound less so.
My head shot towards the voice, a snarl was cut short when I saw a tall, gangly man standing there, Smoker. Because Smokers only come in one shape. his arms crossed and face annoyed. "Ah, calm down, Smokey." I said standing up and placing a hand on my hip "A girl just wants to have fun." I purred, padding over to him. I really don't like miss special special infected over here.
"First of all, do NOT call me Smokey, and second, I dont care, your gonna get us in trouble. Third, we should actually have more stimulating dialogue. Especially when the best we can come up with is calling each other a name while the other tells them not to." I rolled my sharp, gold eyes Any money bet that you're some beautiful flower that has no disfigurements apart from a scar that doesn't detract from your initial beauty. and sighed, "Yeah, yeah. Calm down, Ben." I said as I walked out of the room. What a pointless, boring scene. Introduction of characters should rope a reader in. Not make them want to back-button.
A group of us 'special' infected lived in this warehouse. The doors were boarded and most of the windows too, so it made for a great hiding place. Not if anyone sees you guys going in there. One well placed Molotov and it becomes a death trap. I lived in one of the larger rooms on the upper level, near Bens room, he was our leader in this thing. A bunch of sentient people intent on harming innocents...yay! We had come together awhile back, deciding to start a 'pack' you could say, each of us got our own names, reputations, and ranks. I was Cat, the rebellious one, and our quickest member. The Hunter, Witch and Jockey are the fastest infected. What are you on? and what kind of stupid name is that? "Hey Cat, you get yelled at again?" I heard a womans voice call, I laughed and walked over to the witch who sat on the old, shredded couch.
"Yep, sure did, Sabrina." I said to my best friend. What in the world am I reading here.
"You know he only worries about you." Wow, what book did you pick that cliche line out of? she said, brushing a long strand of white hair behind her ear with a long, sharp claw. "Probably because he likes you." Go to your corner and cry already. At least act somewhat infected!
"Shut up, Sabrina! I dont like him, that way. He's more of a brother." Don't you know she's got it out for the Hunter? I hissed, crossing my arms as she laughed. An evil smirk slid over my thin lips. "How are you and Tank?" Her pale face went even paler.
"Shut up." she said and I laughed. Tank was, you guessed it, a Tank. I think they call that Autophilia. He was our muscle, Oh. and known for being, well, stupid. Sabrina was a witch that didnt sob much, she was our healer Final Fantasy fan? and our toughest member when she was needed, Witches are easy to take out, just run back and plug them full of bullets. she was the goodie-goodie of all of us. So she sticks around and helps sadists and yet she's good? She had a crush on Tank that I loved to tease her about. Like that wasn't made apparent just before, this author loves to insult her reader's intelligence. My ear twitched and I heard a waddiling like walk near the door, I turned my head to see, Bonnie come in.
"You two come quick, Logan got hurt!" she said quickly turning and waddiling toward the hunters jaw dropped, I looked at Sabrina who was the same. Its not often that Logan gets hurt. I jumped up, following Bonnie, Sabrina close behind. We got to the room, Bonnie was standing beside the other boomer, Clyde, holding his hand. That's not amusing, just sigh inducing that you couldn't come up with better names. They were are distractions, each known for being annoying. The charger, Kenny, was standing on the far wall talking with Tank, Why does Tank not have a normal name? Is it because he doesn't have a jaw? Because that wouldn't be nice. he was actually very smart and our stradegist. The spitter, Hannah, was by the far wall, every now and then glancing up at Kenny. She was quiet, and our strongest power. Finally I looked at Cody, the jockey. The most annoying and creepy little thing here. He wasnt that important. FUCK YOU, JOCKEYS ARE AWESOME. I looked over at the small bed that belonged to Logan, There are way too many fucking names for me to care now. Ben was standing by it and motioned for Sabrina and I to come closer, we walked over to see Logan lieing on the bed clutching his side. "Sabrina get to work." Ben said, nodding to her. I watched as she nodded back and knelt beside Logan, helping remove his hoodie I looked away towards Ben.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.
"I need you to scavenge up pain pills from the outside." Pain relievers don't fix wounds. And he surely doesn't deserve relief, being a murderer. How about antibiotics? Or clean clothes? Or something better. The fact that you guys have to scavenge when you should already have is pitiful. What the fuck have you been doing all this time in your pseudo fort? Trading empty dialogue? he said looking back at Logan. "And hurry." I nodded "Yes sir." I looked at the window that was on the other side of Logan and Sabrina and leapt towards it, happy it was broken, and started searching.I know the names are stupid, You're right, they are. and this chapter was just to introduce all the characters. How about introducing an actual plot before dumping on a bunch of OCs? Though from the looks of it, you're just reusing canon infected and they won't actually be original. Cat is pretty much a strange, zombified, lion anthro. R&R plz! People are people. Lions are lions. There would be no cross between us. Even Hunters who act like dogs are still human beings.
Title: Zombie Encounter A left 4 dead Naruto crossover (That is one special title.)
Author: F97 Master of Saikyo
Fandom: Left 4 Dead
Now this advertises Naruto, but quite honestly, it's just a c/p of the survivors with Naruto names. The real gold is the last chapter where miss author decides to insert some form of originality.
Zeke watched as the raging horde ripped apart his family to shreds. As opposed to actually trying to stop them? Zeke just lets them at his loved ones eh? The gaping screams tore a portal into his heart. Not out of grief. But out of sheer fear. Ah, so he's a coward.
He warned his family not to stay in his home, but to just keep moving. To where? I mean, it's not like walking around would help. Hiding like mice seems a better idea. They didn't listen, and they now paid the price. Well, what happened? The horde just randomly came upon them? He jumped in his parents' car, hoping that he could find and save his friends and older brother. they were worth fighting for after all. His family was just good for the car. That's why he'd stayed so long and didn't bring them to the vehicle as well. Because if he did that then there'd be no room for the important characters. He didn't shed a tear when he lost his loved ones. He swore to himself that when this war is over, he would cry. Just one tear though, after all, who wants to be caught blubbering or actually breaking down in the middle of a crisis? This is his chronicle.
June 14, 2010: 2 weeks after the infection How informative.
Zeke was hiding in a old barn You're already breaking the keep moving rule. with his older brother Lucas, and his three best friends, Michael, Janice and Gordon. Where had they been before? How did he find them anyway? Were they hiding down the block or something? Because then that breaks the keep moving rule and by the Word of God they should have had the director drop a horde on them as well. They survived 2 long, gut wrenching weeks with some supplies from the local gun store and market. They have been bitten numerous times, but it appears that they are immune to the feral infection. That doesn't mean they're immune to normal infection and injuries. That's good, but they can still be ripped to shreds. More like stomped and punching to death.
It is Wednesday, and it's scouting time. Zeke and Gordon took a duffel bag, two automatic shotguns, Already getting heavy here. Especially for what I'd assume teen boys. some desert eagles, Who would be complete without the overused Desert Eagle? Molotov Cocktails, That's an accident waiting to happen. a sniper for catching wild game, A sniper rifle is not a hunting rifle and wouldn't be popularly stocked in an everyday gun shop. The Desert Eagle on the other hand IS a hunting gun. Something tells me they probably don't know that. snares ammo straps, and another bag for food and game. I wouldn't be putting my weapons in a bag. They should be on you at all times, especially when you're trekking through rabid people territory. Animals are immune to the infection, so they found a stray dog to warn them of incoming hordes. How utterly convenient. And what about the rest of the dogs still left with no owners that will more than likely form violent packs? They left the house and prepared for the battle.
Gordon was an excellent marksman, so he was an excellent scout for deer. That's not how it works. Just because you're good at hitting something doesn't necessarily mean you'll be good at hunting something. Deers just won't magically appear whenever your raise your gun you know. He held his Dragunov 50. cal sniper That's a military weapon. You don't find guns like that in a regular gun store. to his eye and spotted a buck in the distance. ...Apparently deers do just appear in front of your weapon here. As a matter of fact, just where is all this taking place? He shot the buck in the leg and rushed off to capture it. I thought this guy was a good marksman? That's a stupid spot and a cruel one. Zeke watched out for any horde. Even though they were in the middle of the city, the landscape changed dramatically since the infection. Yeah, for one the zombies freaking trashed the place.
It has changed dramatically. It's mostly wild grass and cacti. What bull. Two weeks would not turn a city of all things into a pseudo desert. It's scorching hot this time of year, so the horde's skin is melting off. Skin does not melt in sunlight. Nor would infected skin, for that matter. I'm starting to believe that you guys have survived out of sheer dumb luck because this just keeps geting stupider. Zeke sat down with his scouting dog and fed it some deer jerky his brother made just in case they were lost during scouting. Zeke petted him gently on his back as he whimpered in joy. A whimper is not a happy sound, it could substitute a lustful sound, but not a happy one. 'Panted happily' would've sound much better. The dog didn't have a name, so Zeke named him Rain, *snort* because he was consistent and he warned of the horde, just like the rain. That poor dog. Rain began to fall asleep when Gordon came back with the game.
They began to head back to the bunker when Rain heard a disturbance. He began to bark loudly, That won't attract the horde to you guys at all. so Zeke and Gordon pulled out their shotguns and prepared them for the battle ahead.
Title: Family Life: Infected Style
Author: xXxBlack-katxXx
In a city ruled by the dead, a girl walked down the dirty, blood covered street. First off, the infected are not dead. You'd have to be severely stupid to believe this. Secondly, it's not all that romantic anyway. It's a pretty plain starting sentence, so the purpose of using 'dead' was for nothing. But this was no normal girl. If she's just moseying down a street in the apocalypse I should hope not. The zombies did not attack her, nor did they do anything to hinder her progress. Even they thought she was weird. She is about 5'6, black hair with green brown eyes that literly glow. A complete blank slate. Height, hair and eye color do not make up an appearance. The girl is wearing a black sweatshirt and baggy grey pants, but on her wirsts, elbows, knees, and ankles, she has duct tape wrapped around her limbs. Why must all Hunters wear the same getup? David Belle is a famous parkourist and I've yet to him do so. She is definatly NOT a normal girl. This girl is one of the infected. This girl is a hunter. Half a kudos for not saying she's the only one of her kind. It would have been a full kudos had you added that she is covered in boils and given her different clothes instead of the same contrived getup.
She continues walking. Did she stop for this to be relevant? Her movements fluid and cat-like as she turns her pale, marble diseased face to the sky, hissing in discomfort at the rain, making her hurry along faster. She's sexy but stinky....How do the infected even defecate if they can't handle door knobs? In their clothes I'd presume. She pauses slightly when she hears the soft whimpers and sobs of one like her. One the survivors call a "witch". The young female scurries through a huge in a wall as she follows the sound. At last, she comes upon another girl, sitting in a dark corner, crying. This girl is skinny, with snow white skin, The kind of snow you'd find in the city after a day has passed. glowing red brown eyes and bleach white hair. The hunter drops into a crouch, making her way over to the witch. Again, the exact same look for the Witch. Come ON. Where is the creativity?
"Luchia..." she mutters softly, nuzzling the witch's arm. Since when would infected name themselves.
"Hello Rain: the witch sniffed. WTF, did you just pick these stupid titles right out of a hat?
Rain tilted her head and looked up at the other female. Fuck it, I'm redubbing both of your fail names.
"Somthing wrong, Whiny?" she asked. Whiny shook her head, letting out another small sob.
"No, just somthing that comes with being like this. I hate crying." she mummered.
Stinky layed down on her stomach next to Whiny. "I'm sorry, couldn't find any food. Those damn survivors are getting scarce." she growled. Whiny let out a soft laugh. I'm taking back that half kudos. Rabies doesn't make you a cannibal. There's plenty of actual food for the infected to eat.
"Don't worry" she smiled "were gonna get those bastards, just you wait" What did they do to you? Seriously, you two are both bitches and need to get crowned.
Stinky grinned at her "mother". Whiny wasn't her birth mother, but the witch had found the girl, dying, in the street after being left by her team mates, and changed her. Witches aren't vampires. You're either immune or you aren't. Ever since that day, Stinky had been loyal to only Whiny. Chasing down survivors and infected alike, and getting food. There's plenty of food in stores, and it's probably starting to go to waste because you guys are only intelligent when it suits you.
"Maybe Hawk Bird Droppings, or Scar Ugly Bastard will find some food." the witch's words interupted Stinky's thoughts.
Bird Droppings, like Stinky, was a hunter, but Ugly Bastard, well.... to put it strait, they had no hell of a clue what she was. She had a temper that would make a tank scream and run in terror, Which as we all know is complete bullshit since Tanks are berserkers. and enough creepyness to give a person a heart attack. I heavily doubt that but go on with your pseudo bad self.
'If we even used our hearts...' Stinky thought as she settled down next to her mother. You do use your hearts, it's how you move those other swollen muscles you now have. It's also why you drop dead when people shoot you in the chest. ...how do you even know what a heart is but not what Twinkies are?
"Perhaps." she mummered sleeply.
The witch looked at her daughter and blinked. She shuffeled to where she would rest a clawed arm around the hunter's shoulders.
"Go to sleep" she said "you'll need your rest for later." So we can beat the blue team-I mean survivors! ...yeah.
Stinky felt herself be lulled into the comforting darkness, the moans of the common infected becomming a genital lullaby as the hunter fell into a deep sleep.
Author: Golden_Gargoyle
Fandom: Left 4 Dead
I ran threw It's 'through'. Just like an OC to not care about proper spelling. the streets, leaping up on an open ledge as I peered down. Oh, so you're a hunter. I was a 'new' infected, only one of my kind, Oh, so you're 'unique'. and I was being hunted. Oh, so you're useless. I watched the four survivors run down the street, pointing guns and looking around wildly, looking sround for me. I smirked, sharp cat-like fangs glinting in the afternoon sun, and let out a very in-human screech. So, you're basically being hunted yet not too bothered by that fact enough to not go after survivors. Have enough brain left to process smirking and act just like a hunter yet are not one. It sounded more lion than human, I have never heard a lion screech. they looked up and aimed their guns, I leaped into the building, thankful for the broken window. Otherwise you would have crashed into it instead of having the already broken pieces slice your skin. I cocked a sharp ear towards the window after landing easily inside, laughing when I heard the yells of the hoard. Ah, so you're a Screamer? You got it all wrong though. The Screamers aren't at all like you've described.
"You always cut things way to close, Cat." a raspy voice said from the corner of the large room. Since when do infected talk? No really. It's honestly sounds stupid whenever I come across it. I've yet to come across a talking infected that didn't. At least the ones that have trouble with it sound less so.
My head shot towards the voice, a snarl was cut short when I saw a tall, gangly man standing there, Smoker. Because Smokers only come in one shape. his arms crossed and face annoyed. "Ah, calm down, Smokey." I said standing up and placing a hand on my hip "A girl just wants to have fun." I purred, padding over to him. I really don't like miss special special infected over here.
"First of all, do NOT call me Smokey, and second, I dont care, your gonna get us in trouble. Third, we should actually have more stimulating dialogue. Especially when the best we can come up with is calling each other a name while the other tells them not to." I rolled my sharp, gold eyes Any money bet that you're some beautiful flower that has no disfigurements apart from a scar that doesn't detract from your initial beauty. and sighed, "Yeah, yeah. Calm down, Ben." I said as I walked out of the room. What a pointless, boring scene. Introduction of characters should rope a reader in. Not make them want to back-button.
A group of us 'special' infected lived in this warehouse. The doors were boarded and most of the windows too, so it made for a great hiding place. Not if anyone sees you guys going in there. One well placed Molotov and it becomes a death trap. I lived in one of the larger rooms on the upper level, near Bens room, he was our leader in this thing. A bunch of sentient people intent on harming innocents...yay! We had come together awhile back, deciding to start a 'pack' you could say, each of us got our own names, reputations, and ranks. I was Cat, the rebellious one, and our quickest member. The Hunter, Witch and Jockey are the fastest infected. What are you on? and what kind of stupid name is that? "Hey Cat, you get yelled at again?" I heard a womans voice call, I laughed and walked over to the witch who sat on the old, shredded couch.
"Yep, sure did, Sabrina." I said to my best friend. What in the world am I reading here.
"You know he only worries about you." Wow, what book did you pick that cliche line out of? she said, brushing a long strand of white hair behind her ear with a long, sharp claw. "Probably because he likes you." Go to your corner and cry already. At least act somewhat infected!
"Shut up, Sabrina! I dont like him, that way. He's more of a brother." Don't you know she's got it out for the Hunter? I hissed, crossing my arms as she laughed. An evil smirk slid over my thin lips. "How are you and Tank?" Her pale face went even paler.
"Shut up." she said and I laughed. Tank was, you guessed it, a Tank. I think they call that Autophilia. He was our muscle, Oh. and known for being, well, stupid. Sabrina was a witch that didnt sob much, she was our healer Final Fantasy fan? and our toughest member when she was needed, Witches are easy to take out, just run back and plug them full of bullets. she was the goodie-goodie of all of us. So she sticks around and helps sadists and yet she's good? She had a crush on Tank that I loved to tease her about. Like that wasn't made apparent just before, this author loves to insult her reader's intelligence. My ear twitched and I heard a waddiling like walk near the door, I turned my head to see, Bonnie come in.
"You two come quick, Logan got hurt!" she said quickly turning and waddiling toward the hunters jaw dropped, I looked at Sabrina who was the same. Its not often that Logan gets hurt. I jumped up, following Bonnie, Sabrina close behind. We got to the room, Bonnie was standing beside the other boomer, Clyde, holding his hand. That's not amusing, just sigh inducing that you couldn't come up with better names. They were are distractions, each known for being annoying. The charger, Kenny, was standing on the far wall talking with Tank, Why does Tank not have a normal name? Is it because he doesn't have a jaw? Because that wouldn't be nice. he was actually very smart and our stradegist. The spitter, Hannah, was by the far wall, every now and then glancing up at Kenny. She was quiet, and our strongest power. Finally I looked at Cody, the jockey. The most annoying and creepy little thing here. He wasnt that important. FUCK YOU, JOCKEYS ARE AWESOME. I looked over at the small bed that belonged to Logan, There are way too many fucking names for me to care now. Ben was standing by it and motioned for Sabrina and I to come closer, we walked over to see Logan lieing on the bed clutching his side. "Sabrina get to work." Ben said, nodding to her. I watched as she nodded back and knelt beside Logan, helping remove his hoodie I looked away towards Ben.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.
"I need you to scavenge up pain pills from the outside." Pain relievers don't fix wounds. And he surely doesn't deserve relief, being a murderer. How about antibiotics? Or clean clothes? Or something better. The fact that you guys have to scavenge when you should already have is pitiful. What the fuck have you been doing all this time in your pseudo fort? Trading empty dialogue? he said looking back at Logan. "And hurry." I nodded "Yes sir." I looked at the window that was on the other side of Logan and Sabrina and leapt towards it, happy it was broken, and started searching.I know the names are stupid, You're right, they are. and this chapter was just to introduce all the characters. How about introducing an actual plot before dumping on a bunch of OCs? Though from the looks of it, you're just reusing canon infected and they won't actually be original. Cat is pretty much a strange, zombified, lion anthro. R&R plz! People are people. Lions are lions. There would be no cross between us. Even Hunters who act like dogs are still human beings.
Title: Zombie Encounter A left 4 dead Naruto crossover (That is one special title.)
Author: F97 Master of Saikyo
Fandom: Left 4 Dead
Now this advertises Naruto, but quite honestly, it's just a c/p of the survivors with Naruto names. The real gold is the last chapter where miss author decides to insert some form of originality.
Zeke watched as the raging horde ripped apart his family to shreds. As opposed to actually trying to stop them? Zeke just lets them at his loved ones eh? The gaping screams tore a portal into his heart. Not out of grief. But out of sheer fear. Ah, so he's a coward.
He warned his family not to stay in his home, but to just keep moving. To where? I mean, it's not like walking around would help. Hiding like mice seems a better idea. They didn't listen, and they now paid the price. Well, what happened? The horde just randomly came upon them? He jumped in his parents' car, hoping that he could find and save his friends and older brother. they were worth fighting for after all. His family was just good for the car. That's why he'd stayed so long and didn't bring them to the vehicle as well. Because if he did that then there'd be no room for the important characters. He didn't shed a tear when he lost his loved ones. He swore to himself that when this war is over, he would cry. Just one tear though, after all, who wants to be caught blubbering or actually breaking down in the middle of a crisis? This is his chronicle.
June 14, 2010: 2 weeks after the infection How informative.
Zeke was hiding in a old barn You're already breaking the keep moving rule. with his older brother Lucas, and his three best friends, Michael, Janice and Gordon. Where had they been before? How did he find them anyway? Were they hiding down the block or something? Because then that breaks the keep moving rule and by the Word of God they should have had the director drop a horde on them as well. They survived 2 long, gut wrenching weeks with some supplies from the local gun store and market. They have been bitten numerous times, but it appears that they are immune to the feral infection. That doesn't mean they're immune to normal infection and injuries. That's good, but they can still be ripped to shreds. More like stomped and punching to death.
It is Wednesday, and it's scouting time. Zeke and Gordon took a duffel bag, two automatic shotguns, Already getting heavy here. Especially for what I'd assume teen boys. some desert eagles, Who would be complete without the overused Desert Eagle? Molotov Cocktails, That's an accident waiting to happen. a sniper for catching wild game, A sniper rifle is not a hunting rifle and wouldn't be popularly stocked in an everyday gun shop. The Desert Eagle on the other hand IS a hunting gun. Something tells me they probably don't know that. snares ammo straps, and another bag for food and game. I wouldn't be putting my weapons in a bag. They should be on you at all times, especially when you're trekking through rabid people territory. Animals are immune to the infection, so they found a stray dog to warn them of incoming hordes. How utterly convenient. And what about the rest of the dogs still left with no owners that will more than likely form violent packs? They left the house and prepared for the battle.
Gordon was an excellent marksman, so he was an excellent scout for deer. That's not how it works. Just because you're good at hitting something doesn't necessarily mean you'll be good at hunting something. Deers just won't magically appear whenever your raise your gun you know. He held his Dragunov 50. cal sniper That's a military weapon. You don't find guns like that in a regular gun store. to his eye and spotted a buck in the distance. ...Apparently deers do just appear in front of your weapon here. As a matter of fact, just where is all this taking place? He shot the buck in the leg and rushed off to capture it. I thought this guy was a good marksman? That's a stupid spot and a cruel one. Zeke watched out for any horde. Even though they were in the middle of the city, the landscape changed dramatically since the infection. Yeah, for one the zombies freaking trashed the place.
It has changed dramatically. It's mostly wild grass and cacti. What bull. Two weeks would not turn a city of all things into a pseudo desert. It's scorching hot this time of year, so the horde's skin is melting off. Skin does not melt in sunlight. Nor would infected skin, for that matter. I'm starting to believe that you guys have survived out of sheer dumb luck because this just keeps geting stupider. Zeke sat down with his scouting dog and fed it some deer jerky his brother made just in case they were lost during scouting. Zeke petted him gently on his back as he whimpered in joy. A whimper is not a happy sound, it could substitute a lustful sound, but not a happy one. 'Panted happily' would've sound much better. The dog didn't have a name, so Zeke named him Rain, *snort* because he was consistent and he warned of the horde, just like the rain. That poor dog. Rain began to fall asleep when Gordon came back with the game.
They began to head back to the bunker when Rain heard a disturbance. He began to bark loudly, That won't attract the horde to you guys at all. so Zeke and Gordon pulled out their shotguns and prepared them for the battle ahead.
Title: Family Life: Infected Style
Author: xXxBlack-katxXx
In a city ruled by the dead, a girl walked down the dirty, blood covered street. First off, the infected are not dead. You'd have to be severely stupid to believe this. Secondly, it's not all that romantic anyway. It's a pretty plain starting sentence, so the purpose of using 'dead' was for nothing. But this was no normal girl. If she's just moseying down a street in the apocalypse I should hope not. The zombies did not attack her, nor did they do anything to hinder her progress. Even they thought she was weird. She is about 5'6, black hair with green brown eyes that literly glow. A complete blank slate. Height, hair and eye color do not make up an appearance. The girl is wearing a black sweatshirt and baggy grey pants, but on her wirsts, elbows, knees, and ankles, she has duct tape wrapped around her limbs. Why must all Hunters wear the same getup? David Belle is a famous parkourist and I've yet to him do so. She is definatly NOT a normal girl. This girl is one of the infected. This girl is a hunter. Half a kudos for not saying she's the only one of her kind. It would have been a full kudos had you added that she is covered in boils and given her different clothes instead of the same contrived getup.
She continues walking. Did she stop for this to be relevant? Her movements fluid and cat-like as she turns her pale, marble diseased face to the sky, hissing in discomfort at the rain, making her hurry along faster. She's sexy but stinky....How do the infected even defecate if they can't handle door knobs? In their clothes I'd presume. She pauses slightly when she hears the soft whimpers and sobs of one like her. One the survivors call a "witch". The young female scurries through a huge in a wall as she follows the sound. At last, she comes upon another girl, sitting in a dark corner, crying. This girl is skinny, with snow white skin, The kind of snow you'd find in the city after a day has passed. glowing red brown eyes and bleach white hair. The hunter drops into a crouch, making her way over to the witch. Again, the exact same look for the Witch. Come ON. Where is the creativity?
"Luchia..." she mutters softly, nuzzling the witch's arm. Since when would infected name themselves.
"Hello Rain: the witch sniffed. WTF, did you just pick these stupid titles right out of a hat?
Rain tilted her head and looked up at the other female. Fuck it, I'm redubbing both of your fail names.
"Somthing wrong, Whiny?" she asked. Whiny shook her head, letting out another small sob.
"No, just somthing that comes with being like this. I hate crying." she mummered.
Stinky layed down on her stomach next to Whiny. "I'm sorry, couldn't find any food. Those damn survivors are getting scarce." she growled. Whiny let out a soft laugh. I'm taking back that half kudos. Rabies doesn't make you a cannibal. There's plenty of actual food for the infected to eat.
"Don't worry" she smiled "were gonna get those bastards, just you wait" What did they do to you? Seriously, you two are both bitches and need to get crowned.
Stinky grinned at her "mother". Whiny wasn't her birth mother, but the witch had found the girl, dying, in the street after being left by her team mates, and changed her. Witches aren't vampires. You're either immune or you aren't. Ever since that day, Stinky had been loyal to only Whiny. Chasing down survivors and infected alike, and getting food. There's plenty of food in stores, and it's probably starting to go to waste because you guys are only intelligent when it suits you.
"Maybe Hawk Bird Droppings, or Scar Ugly Bastard will find some food." the witch's words interupted Stinky's thoughts.
Bird Droppings, like Stinky, was a hunter, but Ugly Bastard, well.... to put it strait, they had no hell of a clue what she was. She had a temper that would make a tank scream and run in terror, Which as we all know is complete bullshit since Tanks are berserkers. and enough creepyness to give a person a heart attack. I heavily doubt that but go on with your pseudo bad self.
'If we even used our hearts...' Stinky thought as she settled down next to her mother. You do use your hearts, it's how you move those other swollen muscles you now have. It's also why you drop dead when people shoot you in the chest. ...how do you even know what a heart is but not what Twinkies are?
"Perhaps." she mummered sleeply.
The witch looked at her daughter and blinked. She shuffeled to where she would rest a clawed arm around the hunter's shoulders.
"Go to sleep" she said "you'll need your rest for later." So we can beat the blue team-I mean survivors! ...yeah.
Stinky felt herself be lulled into the comforting darkness, the moans of the common infected becomming a genital lullaby as the hunter fell into a deep sleep.