Title: Witching Hour

Author: Shadewolfy

Rating: Um, T I think

Genre: Horror & Adventure

Warning: Oddly Innocent Commons and Crying Little Girls

Disclaimer: Don't own L4D2 (This is based on L4D2)

Summary: You could hear her now, her mournful cries sending shivers down your spine, echoing your own soul's cries.

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It had been a few days now.

How you had managed to survive that long was shocking in of itself, considering you couldn't remember anything from the past few days. It all felt like a daze to you.

For days now you've encountered the infected, lumbering along in their normal, everyday fashion, yet could not find it in your energy to lift your weapon in defence. Oddly enough, they left you alone. They didn't seem to care about the broken non-infected ambling in their midst.

Had you had any awareness, you would have been shocked to discover that you had missed death by inches, but you probably wished for it now, when you literally walked into a Hunter's Den. The three Hunters there, who had ferociously defended their Den against the Commons that had managed to wander in, hadn't given the immune any thought. They had completely ignored you.

And you had wandered away to spend another day of the miserable excuse of what your life has become.

That was, until you managed to wander into the one place the other infected, even the Specials, feared to tread.

A Witch's Den.

Was it foolishness on your part, or perhaps some inner instinct, knowing that she would be able to put you out of your misery?

Did you know what you were stepping into?

Perhaps, the release from the mortal world, the corrupt, broken world was exactly what you needed.

So you continued on, even with all the warnings.

You could hear her now, her mournful cries sending shivers down your spine, echoing your own soul's cries.

Would you dare continue?

But, considering the amount of mental torture you had gone through these past few weeks, it wasn't so hard to consider that maybe you wanted to take the cowards' way out.

Death was such a peaceful idea after all this, wasn't it?

So, you took the cowards way out and decided to startle the Witch.

Smart idea?

Maybe not, but it gave you the release you deserved, after all you had gone through.

It was almost ironic, if you thought about it. You, who had gone through so much, lost your most important person to the Infected and had not had any friendly contact in days, added the mental strain of trying to stay alive in the post apocalyptic, God damned world and had just needed to come into contact with someone, or something friendly, dies not three minutes before a convoy of military men, looking for survivors, other carriers, comes through the area, scaring away the already traumatized Witch.

One of the young men from the convoy moved from the line and carefully poked at the dead body lying in a pool of fresh blood. Definitely a new kill. Probably some stupid Common wandering into a Witch's Den. He moved on.

Any record of your travels are probably lost.

Cowards way, huh?

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Anyone ever wonder where the curse word Goddamn came from. It came from the expression God has damned it. The world I dropped my innocent and easily traumatized OC into was one of them. That's it for my Horror series.

Peace.

Out.

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