*Requested by my friend on DA>>> Mega-adam
*L4D FACT: Witches are very moody due to their high hormones and light hurts their sensitive eyes due to being in the dark for long period of time. The Witch even perfers to be alone and doesn't like to be diturbed by living and undead. But in the game world, that doesn't seem to apply. WATH OUT FOR THE WITCH!! And don't shoot randomly at random objects.
-And that was your L4D FACT for today!!
You walked around the abandon building that contained many floors, sniper rilfe upon your back as you held a frying pan in your hand. You were trying to converse your bullets as much as you could, you only had four bullets left. The sound of crying and whimpering could be heard amoung the halls, the sound echoing.You pressed your back against the wall, peeking around the corner, flashlight or tourch you sometimes liked to call it. Moving the flashlight around, letting the light reveal the what was in the darkness. So far nothing, but then the light touched a knee, a pale one at that. Quickly turning it off, knowing what it belonged to. Cursing under your breath, it was walk passed this crying bitch who was so hard to take down or walk back the other way where a horde of infected waiting back from where you came from. Being as caustious as possible, you made your way, but you losed your balance, but caught yourself. You ended up slamming your foot to the ground, creating a loud sound. The witch shot her head up, the crying no longer present, but tears still stained her face as her bottom lip quivered.
'Don't look. Don't look.' You repeated in your mind, you started to sweat bullets. You were stuck in a kind of awkward pose as you watch the female look around in the dark corridor, (E/C) eyeswide with fear. Closing your eyes, making a debate with yourself. Run? Or not to run? That is the question. Sucking in a breath, you took a shot, running as fast as you could pyhically could. This alreted the Witch, she quickly stood to run after you as she let out a loud screach. Fear building up, she was coming fast. Before you knew it, the pale blonde swiped her clasws at you. Successfully cutting into your leg, you fell to the ground. In one swift motion, you threw the frying pan. Hitting the undead woman in the face, stunning her, this gave you the time to run once again. But your running was slower, due to the limp. The pain hurt, it coursed through your leg. Making your way otside, there a zombie was up ahead, alone. You didn't want to do this, but had to. Removing your weapon, you shot the guy in the head, which was a awesome score. If it was a video game, you could've gotten exra points for that. Quickly sliding over to the body that now layed upon the gound, getting a sharp object, a jagged rock or even a pointed stick. You really hope that the Walking Dead Show and game doesn't fail you now, cutting the rotten flesh away until the insides was bare before you. You gaged at the smell, closing your eyes. Sticking your hands into the guts, which made you sick jus a little more.
"Aahh! This is so fucking, bwaahh, nasty. They made it look better on TV." With that, you smeared the nasty shit onto your clothes and face. Once done, you pulled the hoodie over your head. Before you could go anywhere, you had to fix up your leg. Ripping your pants leg off, you were glad you didn't get the stuff on it. Ripping the cloth up more so it could almost resemble an almost like bandage like thing, wrapping the cloth around the the wound. Hoping it'll stop the bleeding or even try to protect you from any dieases, taking a hold of the rifle. You quickly got, limping your way to the next safehouse. Lets just say you didn't make it that far when you were tackled to the hard ground,
"Aahhf!" You yelled out in slight pain, there was someone on your back, extra weight. Even though they felt incredibly light, because you were able to push yourself up as the person slid from your frame. Quickly tuning onto your hindquarters, hands keeping yourself up. The Witch from before had thown herself onto you, a frown upon your face as the previous fear started back up again. Her dark claw hands gripping your hoodie, as she buried her face into the (Fav Color) fabric. The female went back to crying, so now you were stuck in place. You wanted to leave so bad! Looking down at the undead woman, you took notice of somethings. The shirt she wore was baggy with a band logo, the Disturbed character for the band, the shirt black. You couldn't say much about it, and you usually stayed away from bands you didn't like or just didn't want to listen to. You didn't know what to do, excpet just sit here and bare with it. Then the sound of growling caught your attention, looking in the direction of the sound. There you saw a couple of Hunters crawling over each other as they saw the so called 'Hunter' being pined by the desired Witch, in there sometimes eyes saw a new rival to beat. You must've jut realized you were in Hunter territory, you are so fucking screwed right now.
