“Fuck, fuck, Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!!!” Jesse swore as she dove out of the alleyway, a slab of concrete flew past her and totaled a blue Prius. No, it was that shitty powder blue Prius that screamed ‘I’m a bleeding heart liberal that fights Global Warming.’ If it weren’t for the fact that she was about to have every bone in her body shattered into splinters, she probably would have laughed at the car’s demise.
She heard the monstrosity behind her roar in its fury as it started thundering after her. Picking herself up, she began sprinting down the street while fumbling with her Zippo trying to light one end of a rag sticking out of the Molotov in her hand. She finally managed to get the lighter to successfully strike as she held the flame against the alcohol soaked cloth. The beast was gaining on her she realized as a fresh wave of dread stole over her. The rag finally began to burn as she leapt to throw the incendiary grenade at her feet when what felt like a meaty battering ram slammed into her and sent her flying into a cement wall.
Jesse limply fell from the wall, not moving. She was dimly aware of a shattering noise one moment and a spreading pool of fire that was moving rapidly towards her the next. In her shock, she tried to breathe but instead she began vomiting blood. She desperately sucked in air only to cough out more bloody sprays. As her vision grew more and more dim, she was vaguely aware of people shouting and shooting guns. Just before she blacked out, Jesse realized that the thundering and roaring had stopped. At least I won’t die alone you son of a bitch, she mentally cursed the monster that wrecked her body and sank into a deep abyss.
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Left 4 Dead: West Coast Chronicles
FanfictionThis is an original take on the L4D universe set around a new cast of survivors as they struggle to survive the zombie apocalypse. Updates every Friday if I can help it.
