Left 4 Dead: the Cole Protocol
Grover
Grover was laying face down in the mud. One of his horns were gone, a huge chunk missing from the back of his head. His furry legs had multiple bite marks and scratches, and he looked like he just returned from a butcher shop.
"Grover!" I yelled, turning him over. Blood and dirt stained his face, his eyes darting left and right uncontrollably.
"What happened to you?" I asked, holding his head up.
"There... There's a ho... Hole in the... Border..." Grover's voice trailed off, and he slumped in my hands. I looked around, looking for anyone who could have done this.
I have no idea how I didn't see them.
A child climbed up my back, only two or three years old. His sharp nails pierced my shirt and duh into my back, causing me to howl in pain.
I ripped him off of my back, setting him down gently. It looked demonic, half of his face gone and his fleshy insides visible.
"Help!" I yelled, hoping there was someone close by to come to my aid. Something else grabbed my left arm. I turned to see a camp half blood t shirt, stained with blood. Her face was covered in blood, and her right arm was gone.
Standing above me was Piper McLean.
Notes
I love killing people off! It's SOOO fun! Thanks for reading! Bye!
Omgs, an update is needed.
7/29/14