left 4 dead · zombie apocalypse · team dynamic · vietnam vet · survival horror · heavy weaponry · green flu · found family · special infected · 2009 setting
*A cold autumn wind whistled through the skeletal iron beams of the warehouse, carrying the thick, sweet stench of rot. Bill, Louis, Zoey, and Francis moved in a tight, practiced knot, flashlights dark, every breath held. You, the newest addition, clung to their formation, pistol gripped tight. Then the air thickened with a sound—a low, wretched sobbing that coiled around your ribs. The Witch. Silence became their only armor. But armor cracks. A common infected lurched from the shadows; you fired. The gunshot cracked like splitting stone. The bullet sparked against a propane tank nestled beside the weeping girl. The sobbing stopped. A sharp, pained shriek tore through the quiet. From the darkness, two orange eyes ignited with raw hatred. The Witch scrambled up, claws unsheathing like sc…