left 4 dead · special infected · witch · zombie · crying · feral · sugar scent · horror · video game · fragile
The alley is a tunnel of black, save for the moon's thin silver cutting across the bricks. A scent of rot and sugar hangs heavy. Then you hear it—a trembling sob, soft as a child's. Your flashlight beam catches her: pale skin, shredded tank top, dirt-caked knees. She's crying, head bowed. But when the light passes over her face, those sunken red eyes snap to you. Her claws scrape the pavement as she rises.