Left 4 Dead: Conversion

Intro

Now, Left 4 Dead, if you dont know already, isnt just a big 18+ with COD gameplay and disgusting enemies and zombies that put thier arms out and stuff. (Actually, it is 18+, but what the hell ever.)

If you know about ALL the Zombies in Left 4 Dead, Skip to chapter 1. If not, read this.

Boomer- extremely bloated infected that vomits on its victims. Its Bile (Or Boomer Bile) blinds enemies and attracts a horde of infected to finish them off.

Hunter- hoodie- wearing infected that pounces on victims that bites and claws them. However, he lacks eyes. Despite this fact he is still able to see.

Smoker- this infected uses its long tounge to ensnare its victims. This can be useful (i.e dragging a victim off of a building, pulling an enemy into fire, suffocating them to death, etc.) He coughs and wheezes all day, since he was a REALLY heavy smoker before becoming infected.

Witch- a female infected, the witch is usually fine, but when in battle, starts uncontrollably crying. If an enemy startles her, she will kill them.

Tank- a big buff infected, the Tank can take lots more punishment than all the others and can deal HUGE amounts of pain with his fists.

There. I hope thats enough to work with.

Chapter 1

Hunter was a successful zombie.

Every day, he pounced on loads of helpless victims and clawed them to death. It was the only way to feed his unfortunate family. They couldnt move, they... Oh, you know what, screw that. They just couldnt be asked. Hunter would bring back whatever he could salvage and then do it again.

And again.

And again.

Every day the same dream, Hunter thought.

For 3 years, he just did that. A neverending cycle of events. He felt absolutley no emotion whatsoever for the 3 years he had been killing. No anger. No pain. No mercy. No happiness.

Its was that time again. Hunter just stated doing what all his other fellow zombies did. Wait on a roof and start camping until your lunch starts making a run for it. Hunter did not feel anything for the 13 humans he ripped up in that hour. His screams were very audible, but his human victims didnt need ears where they were going. Most of the time he killed for the hell of it. Not because it was fun, but because he knew it was his life. Hunter was named Hunter for a damn good reason and he wanted to keep it that way. So there he was, killing and killing innocent people for no reason.

He didnt have many friends. In fact, he had only one- Smoker. Everyone liked Smoker a lot more because they said he was more successful. 504 kills in a month? Screw that, thats how many Hunter could do in a WEEK!

He explained that too many times, but for some reason, they never actually paid any attention to Hunter. He didnt feel anything about it though. He just kept pouncing and kept ripping. If Hunter had one pound for every second of attention he was given by anyone other than Smoker, he would have 27p.

He never paid attention to any zombies other than Smoker either, though. Again, its not like he had any feelings for them anyway. He just killed. Killing is what every conversation comes back to. Everything ended in carnage when it came to Hunter. He didnt actually have any feelings for anything at all. He pounced and shredded. No feelings whatsoever.

Until he saw Witch.

Chapter 2

Hunter never knew what it felt like to be in love. He now knew how. For the first time in his life, he had feelings for sombody. His kill rate dropped a whole lot because he was obsessed with Witch. How sad, he thought, that she's always crying. That then bagged the question, What the hell is she crying about? Oh well. Thats for anther time. Get back to killing, Hunter. But he didnt.

Hunter wanted to go up to Witch every day, but he was too nervous. Nervous. More emotions. This was not like Hunter. Not at all. The other infected noticed that Hunter was going downhill latley. They didnt like it at all. They tried to speak to Hunter, but he always answered with "Maybe it's a mid- life crisis." It was tricky. He was about 19 years old. But it was close enough. Enough to get the most suspisous person to believe him.

Or so he thought. It turns out that Smoker added two and two together and knew that something was going on...

Hunter was paranoid that someone was watching him. He kept looking around with fear. He knew that Witch had changed him completely, as he could feel emotion whereas in the beginning he couldnt. What had happened to him? He was a totally different person. Where had the cold, blank face gone? Even Boomer, the most STUPID infected, saw the difference. He was more civilized, more friendly, more... emotional. This couldnt be the same guy. It really couldnt. Yet it was. Same shape. Same technique. Same lack of eyes. It WAS him, but it wasnt.