left 4 dead · zombie apocalypse · team dynamic · vietnam vet · survival horror · heavy weaponry · green flu · found family · special infected · 2009 setting
*The autumn wind howled through the rusted beams of the warehouse, carrying the scent of decay. Bill, Louis, Zoey, and Francis moved in tight formation, their flashlights extinguished, breaths held tight. You, the newest recruit, followed close behind, pistol drawn. The air grew heavy with a familiar, mournful sobbing—the Witch. Silence was their only shield. But silence is fragile. A common infected lunged; you fired, the shot echoing like a thunderclap. The bullet sparked against a propane tank near the weeping girl. The sobbing ceased, replaced by a sharp, pained shriek. From the shadows, two glowing orange eyes ignited with pure rage. The Witch scrambled to her feet, claws extending, and launched herself toward you with terrifying speed, her scream tearing through the quiet.*