Short stories about boss infected

[black671]

ok,today im going to go for a new approach and start writing short stories describing the boss infected.any negative replies will be disregarded.the only thing I need are positive feedback and advice.

[BaldingSteve]

/facepalm

[Z2ato]

You should write a whole story, or think of creepy, new creative thoughts that nobody has thought of before because many people already described their stories and attributes. Either way, kudos.

[black671]

/facepalm
congrats

[Steve Cloud]

Isn't there already a thread like this?

Apart from that, have you ever heard of making the title of a thread relevant to the contents of the thread?

[Skeetles]

THIS THREAD IS STUPID AND L4D WONT BE AT QUAKECON SO I AM PISSED THE FUCK OFF

[Kenny]

There is such a thing as constructive criticism, that isn't necessarily being negative just for the sake of it.

[black671]

Steve Darpau's life was never a normal one. As a child, being carted away from foster home to foster home took a toll on him. Always the quiet type, he secluded himself from society. It got worse when he was given a permanent home, in which he was ignored 24/7 by his shady, heroin addict of a foster mother. His fondness for black clothing always cast stares as he wandered Spring Valley, a semi-suburban neighborhood.
When he left his foster home after seven years, it felt to him as if he were reborn. Finally, after 18 years of self induced solitary, he was free to be himself. He got himself a mediocre job as a car salesman, met a woman who finally understood him, and after four years, became a father. It seemed to Steve that life turned out to be his ally for once in his life. That is, until the reports of random violence began to emerge.
November 4, 2008-Steve looked up at the darkened sky. Looks like rain today, he thought as he walked to his locker. It was 12:45, and mostly everyone was going home after his manager announced an early leave due to thunder and the fight that broke out between another salesman and a customer. Steve heard that the customer had to be restrained by three policemen and a paramedic that arrived at the scene. Apparently the customer just walked right up to the victim and began viciously punching and kicking him.
Steve pulled out his weathered black hooded shirt as he stepped out into the parking lot. He stopped and looked curiously as he saw a woman sitting next to his green sedan. Steve slowly approached her.
"Excuse me ma'am, are you alright?" he said as he reached for his keys. She swiftly glared at him, and he gasped audibly. She was still a teenager, no doubt about it judging from her build and taste in clothing. But her facial features made her look as if she were in her mid-fifties. But the strangest part of all was that one of her eyes were a light gray, as the other brown one began glazing over, merging with a gray shade.
In one motion she stood up screaming, clawing at Steve's forearm. He cried out in surprise and shoved her away. He scrambled into his car as she began to regain her footing. He started the car and sped off to his house.As he parked in his driveway, the scratch on his arm began to swell and sting. He howled in pain as his legs locked up, contorting.his joints felt dislocated as he clambered up the steps to the front door. His vision blurry, the bones in his legs becoming rubbery he fumbled for his house keys. He had to see his wife for the last time. He knew this was the end, he felt it. As he opened the door, his back rearranged and he lost consciousness.
Laura, his wife, heard the commotion and scooped up her child from the playpen. "Steve, you home?" she called. He grunted lowly. Laura exited the kitchen and walked down the hallway to the front door.
It heard the unfamiliar voice down the hallway and slunk to the ground. It replied in the best way it could, hoping it would come closer. The corners of its vision glowed red as the footsteps clacked down the hall. Closer. Louder.
Laura clutched her baby firmly. "Steve," she said nervously. "Why wont you answer me?" Finally she rounded the corner and saw him there, crouched. She cried out in surprise, waking the baby, who began to cry. Laura froze.
The ringing in its ears! It would not stop! It came from the thing in its arms. It had to stop it, had to stop it and not let anything get in its way. Its ankles became loose. It was ready. It pounced.
Steve Darpau is the Hunter.

[Skeetles]

tl;dr

[black671]

tl;dr
ts;dk

[one of them]

There is a site you can submit your stories too... Its called Quizilla I think. There are others but I think it's the most famous.

[black671]

As a child, Bradley Harris wasn't much to look at. Short and unathletic, a little on the chubby side, he never made many friends. However he was always enthusiastic, and always willing to help, which would get him mixed in with the wrong crowd. Eventually that wrong crowd became a local street gang. After a few years of gaining a reputation of a brawler and a street rat, Brad became a neighborhood nuisance.
Now in his early twenties, Brad has become more organized, having formed his own gang and selling cloned guns.
November 3, 2008- Brad raced back to his home/hideout and stopped to catch his breath. Mugging people was common for him, but he idnt expect the old man to keep up with him, let alone chase him. He looked at his sleeve where a tear resided. "Old man tried to bite me!" he said to himself, chuckling grimly. He wiped away the saliva on his T-shirt and reached into the refrigerator. "Jackpot!" he exclaimed as he pulled out a slice of week old pizza. Not the kind of man who let food go to waste, he plopped down on his dirty couch and took a bite of his meal. After chewing for a few seconds, Brad felt his stomach rumble. He was starving. He scarfed down the rest of the slice and returned to the fridge. Yanking out half a sandwich, he ate it in two bites, choking slightly.
He began feeling nauseous. "Shouldn't have eaten that pizza," he groaned as he retreated to the bathroom, letting loose a long series of farts as he ran.
November 4, 2008-Brad's stomach was feeling worse every hour, yet he was still hungry. It seemed to him that he couldn't remember the last time he wasn't. It had only been one day yet he had gained four pounds from his constant eating. He had coughed up some blood as well, but it barely mattered to Brad. He walked down an alley with two of his friends, acting natural. They hadn't noticed his condition yet, or they ignored it as they joked around, kicking over garbage cans and debris.
As they rounded a corner to another ally they spotted three people, one being a policeman, who was on the ground. The two men who were kicking at the officer looked up at the trio. They both screamed running towards them. Surprised, they couldn't reach their pistols in time as Brad's two friends were tackled to the ground. Brad watched in horror as their eyes were gouged from their sockets and stuffed down their throats as the two infected continued tirelessly. Brad looked back at the knocked out police officer and he felt his stomach churn. Not normally.
Brad screamed in pain and infected stood up to watch him. His stomach continued violently shaking as the fluids inside began foaming, spraying out from his mouth in a hot, pulpy jet. His body began bloating uncontrollably as his stomach finally exploded. It would have seemed as if a bomb exploded within him as Brad's 289 lb build skyrocketed to 600 in no less than a second. The infected howled in contempt as Brad's painful transformation was complete. Or what was Brad as of now. Now the creature targeted the now waking officer. The thing formally known as Brad didn't hear the startled cries of protest as his body heaved gruesomely. It felt it rising. The action it was made to do. Suddenly, with a violent jerk the thing spewed out its destiny.
Bradley Harris is The Boomer

[FRAGious]

Bradley Harris is The Boomer
Cool

[black671]

thanks, that one took me a while to write on the fly lol.

[Z2ato]

Shouldn't have eaten that pizza

Damn pizza gets me every time too.. lol keep em coming

[black671]

alright i think i might be able to think one up now,but if not ill be on tomorrow

[Z2ato]

Dude, (just from thoughts you don't have to copy) for the smoker, have him change when he's giving oral to his girlfriend. No kidding that would be hilarious. Any other ways cool i just had to say. What ya think?

[black671]

Jacob Eden was always a muscle buff. At every sporting event , you could rest assured that Jake was the playmaker. From wrestling to football, he was a human wrecking ball. After failing to get a college scholarship (having relied on it his whole life) he sunk into a depression. A depression that lasted 15 years.
Jake lives his life in a bitter haze, constantly at the gym, exerting himself to the point that he can't move. Every day he lamented and raged about, cursing himself, wishing to be stronger.
He had no idea how close the day was.
It was a normal day for him, working out for three hours, taking a quick break, then back to work. As he sprinted on his treadmill, he watched an old high school football tape. "Jukes to the right, spins left, CRUSHES the linebacker, and touchdown!!" he commentated over the championship game he had watched over 200 times. "Those were the days," he sighed as he turned off the treadmill. He raised his arms in triumph as the 15 year old crowd chanted his name. Almost instantly, he began coughing painfully. His cold still hadn't gone away.
November 4, 2008-Yet again another average day for Jacob. He was at the gym, benching 400. After his fourth set, his arms grew numb and he dropped the weight. He still had that damned cold.
As he showered back home, he noticed that his arms looked larger than usual. He grinned and examined both in appreciation. "Finally its paying off," he said to himself.
A few minutes later, after he was half dressed, he began coughing again. His chest felt like it was on fire, and he fell to the floor in agony,unable to breathe. His vision was getting blurry as he watched his arms break and contort. He finally screamed as they snapped and elongated. His back arched and widened. Veins appeared all over him. His stomach hardened to the point that it felt like steel.
It looked in the mirror. Saw its hulkish body. Felt the power just begging to be released. It smiled.
Jacob Eden is The Tank

[black671]

Dude, (just from thoughts you don't have to copy) for the smoker, have him change when he's giving oral to his girlfriend. No kidding that would be hilarious. Any other ways cool i just had to say. What ya think?
ROFL ive actually thought of somethin crazy like that once

[black671]

ok thats all for tonight, ill think of some more tomorrow

[Z2ato]

cool

[Suman]

Steve Darpau transforms to a hunter because that he gets the virus right?

NOT that he gets the scratch on his arm right?:D

[Dead Fish]

THIS THREAD IS STUPID AND L4D WONT BE AT QUAKECON SO I AM PISSED THE FUCK OFF

WHAT ARE YOU SAYING ABOUT QUAKECON?!

edit: Btw, worst thread title evarr.

[beckermt]

There's more than one copy of each boss zombie, why do they have names? This seems so irrelevant.

[arsis]

tl;dr
Since "too long" and "didn't read" are both sentence fragments, how can a semicolon be used to seperate them? I may be wrong, but isn't a semicolon used to seperate two sentences that work together but can't be used with a comma? In my professional opinion, a comma should be used in the internet expression "too long, didn't read". Thank you, that is all.

[Skeetles]

THANKS ARSIS U R HELLA COOL

[Stupoider]

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=tl% 3Bdr (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=tl%3Bdr)

It's been tl;dr since forever.

[arsis]

lolz

[Kilvoctu]

There is such a thing as constructive criticism, that isn't necessarily being negative just for the sake of it.

People who have severe confidence issues won't comprehend that.

[Prometheus]

In my professional opinion, a comma should be used in the internet expression "too long, didn't read". Thank you, that is all.

Speculating on the proper use of punctuation regarding sentence fragments is a bit arbitrary seeing as how they're not proper English to begin with, isn't it?

[frogopus]

Edited. Don't like topics that don't say what the thread is about.

[arsis]

Speculating on the proper use of punctuation regarding sentence fragments is a bit arbitrary seeing as how they're not proper English to begin with, isn't it?
'twas a joke mocking the people who play forum grammar police, such as yourself.

[BaldingSteve]

All I can say is that if anyone notices, each character get the virus a different way. The boomer and the tank kind of make sense but the hunter just got a scratch on his arm which is not how the virus was transmitted.
Also, you could talk a little more about how how the people (other than the hunter) got the virus, as of now it just seems that they get infected magically.

[Prometheus]

'twas a joke mocking the people who play forum grammar police, such as yourself.

Yes, I see how your satirical post was warranted with the continuing trend of "grammar policing" that is contained in this thread. Excuse my feeble mind for not picking up on that. However, if you'll please redirect yourself back to my original post I was not acting as "forum grammar police" I was referring to the content of your post and not the means by which you conveyed it.

In the spirit of staying on topic, these were half way decent. Short and to the point.
Also, you could talk a little more about how how the people (other than the hunter) got the virus, as of now it just seems that they get infected magically.

Well, he'd have to come up with another way to explain that to the reader. We know that the virus is airborne and there wouldn't be any way of the protagonists to know what's going on unless it was a growing public concern or they were a researcher of some sort. I thought the mystery of their illness was justified by who the characters were.

The stories don't really elaborate as to why not everyone is getting affected by the virus, if random people started flipping out and attacking people. I'd think it would be quickly evident to the public.

[arsis]

tl;dr

[e mod]

ok,today im going to go for a new approach and start writing short stories describing the boss infected.any negative replies will be disregarded.the only thing I need are positive feedback and advice.
sean the e moo has already written stories before.look for infected backgrounds sorry man its an existing thread

[darksora2323]

tl;dr

[awdrgy123]

uhh, some one did something alot better like this, I prefer this kinda story better imo : this (http://www.left4dead411.com/forums/index.php?action=vthread&forum=2&topic=2448&page=0) :D

[e mod]

uhh, some one did something alot better like this, I prefer this kinda story better imo : this :D
i wrote that before i changed my account

[awdrgy123]

O Rly? You(or he) had ALOT better grammer back then.

[black671]

All I can say is that if anyone notices, each character get the virus a different way. The boomer and the tank kind of make sense but the hunter just got a scratch on his arm which is not how the virus was transmitted.
Also, you could talk a little more about how how the people (other than the hunter) got the virus, as of now it just seems that they get infected magically.
i feel that most people infected from the virus get it through the air. Cant rly expect all the people to get transformed knowing the reason why. airborne gives the false thought of a common sickness,to add a sense of surprise

[Keptron]

Dude, (just from thoughts you don't have to copy) for the smoker, have him change when he's giving oral to his girlfriend. No kidding that would be hilarious. Any other ways cool i just had to say. What ya think?
ROFLMAO, super tongue for his girlfriend O.o?

[DisturbedNinja]

sounds like a book lol (which is a good thing)

[KashMunni]

I liked 'your' first one better.

[e mod]

I liked 'your' first one better.
thank you!

[black671]

slight change,the computer i was using is having problems,so it'll be a few days(week or 2 at most) until i can write some more.sry!!

[Z2ato]

The Smoker is the pimp of infected... girls dig it.

[Pengiun98]

Keep going with your stories black671! I like them and want to see your interpretation of the other boss monsters = ).

[black671]

Keep going with your stories black671! I like them and want to see your interpretation of the other boss monsters = ).
thanks, always does me good to see fans lol. my laptops almost fixed(has my data on it)so just a few more days.

[black671]

Gene Simmons(not "The" Gene Simmons) was known around Spring Valley as the towns most obnoxious salesman. Always fast to make a joke, Gene was loved by few, and ignored by many. It was a miracle that his boss at Valley Forge Autos hadn't fired him.

November 4,2008- Gene had just arrived at work, his favorite place to be. His entire world revolved around selling cars. It was his fathers job, his grandfathers, and hopefully his own son (he'd kill himself if he ever had a girl) would follow in the family footsteps.
He kicked the front door open shouting, "Lucy, I'm home!" to the fourteen salesmen there. Fewer and fewer people had been showing up to work after the local law enforcement enforced the 6 P.M. curfew. Give it a week and martial law'll be in effect, he usually joked. "Mornin' Gene," Steve said drowsily from behind his desk. "Ah, good ol' Steven Jacob Darpau," he crowed. "The only man other than me who loves his job!"
Steve smiled. "Yeah, well I'm just tryin' to get through this work day. My little boy turned one today."
"How precious," Gene replied as he looked out the window. He gasped. "I call dibs on customer!" he shouted as he ran back out the door.
He made his way to the customer that seemed to be wandering aimlessly among the new SUV s that had arrived on Monday. And he's all mine, he thought as he put on his best smile.
"Welcome to Valley Forge Autos, sir, can I assist you tod-"
Gene was cut off as the man turned around and pounced on him, shrieking like a banshee. He could only shout for help as the man snapped at him, biting his arm. Gene swore and kicked the maniac off of him. He finally got a good look at the man and froze. "Jesus Christ," he muttered as he saw its gray eyes and pale skin. "He's infected."
It ran at him again, swinging and kicking at him relentlessly. He heard sirens coming from up the street. Someone inside had called the police. Thank God.
Eventually the police and a medic had stopped the fight. They hauled the man into the cruiser and Gene into an ambulance. He tried his best to warn the officers of the infected as he was carried away, but they ignored him. His bite mark was beginning to turn a sickly black.
He was put into a stretcher and put in the back of the ambulance. The doors closed and they sped off to the hospital. Gene felt a splintering pain as his chest expanded, cracking a few ribs. His screams were cut short as his tongue swelled and began to travel downward, into his throat. His lungs expanded, collecting anything he inhaled. His tongue continued expanding, pushing into his chest. Gene passed out.
"Sir are you okay?" the paramedic asked him, panicking slightly. He turned to the driver. "We gotta get him to the emergency room, ASAP."
He turned around to feel clod hands clutching his throat in a vice-like grip.
The thing growled with pleasure as it felt the mans throat crush. It turned towards the driver's seat and opened its mouth. Its long, black tongue flew out, strangling the driver. The ambulance veered across the road as the vehicle filled with a thick, black smoke.
Gene Simmons is The Smoker.

[e mod]

hmmm just me thinking....jean simmons?i meen cmon thats to obvious...:D

[black671]

hmmm just me thinking....jean simmons?i meen cmon thats to obvious...:D

yeah i know, wanted to make it ironic lol

[Waiting4TheOutbreak]

dude, these stories are awesome, keep up the good work! now just for the witch, i'm psyched for that one!

[black671]

dude, these stories are awesome, keep up the good work! now just for the witch, i'm psyched for that one!

thanks a lot, and im currently working on the witch, so hopefully it will be as good as my others :D

[black671]

Macy Wilkins was easily the most popular student in Lakeshore High School. When she wanted something, she got it, and it had been like that for the last five years. But all the popularity was shrugged off by her greed for more. She didn't want to be just noticed, she wanted to be worshiped. It was what she craved more than anything. To order and receive, command/obey, everyone at her disposal. She wanted to be a goddess.

November 1, 2008-Macy was walking home from school, 'the sanctuary' as she liked to call it. It seemed as if fewer students were leaving Lakeshore at the scheduled dismissal. Many had their parents pick them up and, on rare occasions, were loaded into ambulances. That virus is getting worse, she thought as she trudged down the empty street. Her friend Zoey was supposed to give her her backpack when the buses arrived, but she was taken out of school early. Something about her parents....
Oh well, she thought. I'll just copy the biology homework from her tomorrow.
She was thinking all of this just as a long black tongue stretched out from the drain in the gutter and latched around her ankle.
She immediately responded and could barely let out a shriek as it jerked and yanked her backwards, sending her body forcefully to the ground, breaking her nose. A moment later she was being dragged across the empty road by the tongue, screaming all the way into the sewer.

November 2, 2008- Macy woke in panic, awaiting the feeling of the sickening thing that brought her here. "No," she shuddered. "There was more. I heard them." The sewer was pitch black. The most horrifying part was that there was absolutely no noise whatsoever. But she felt the presence. They were watching her. She was too afraid to reach out her hand in fear that they were right in front of her. Slowly, she reached into her back pocket and pulled out her lighter. With a trembling hand, she flicked it on, and saw the three dozen infected that were staring at her. Immediately, they howled and charged at her.

She awoke a few hours later, beaten savagely. Her ribs and hip were broken, and she seemed to be coughing up blood. Noticing for the first time, that nothing seemed to be watching her, she turned the lighter on again. She sobbed in relief, only to take a good look at her hands. They were gnarled and slightly clawed, with black veins making tracks across them. "Oh my God," she whimpered, staring at her monstrous hands. Slowly, she reached into her back pocket, wincing in pain. She pulled out a small mirror that she had gotten for Christmas.
She had to get a look at her face. She silently chanted, "Not the face, not the face, please, not my face." She raised the mirror to her head and dropped it after looking. What had looked back at Macy was something she had never see in her life. Her hair was a ghostly white, her eyes shading over into a cloudy gray. The face that had looked back at her resembled an old woman, wrinkles etched across her cheeks and forehead like a subway map. She gasped in pain as her hands rearranged, her nails growing rapidly. Macy instantly grew silent when she heard the door open. She trembled as she felt the tongue on her legs once again.

November 4, 2008- It had been two days. Two days since that thing had violated her. Two days since she heard anything but the sound of her own crying. She was nothing like her former self, now a shell of what had been Macy Wilkins. She had lost twenty pounds, but didn't care anymore. She couldn't feel anything. All of her broken bones had numbed down, although they still were present. She continued to cry. All was lost. She was destined to live the rest of her life here. She stopped sobbing. She heard them.
A door opened. With a trembling hand she turned on her lighter, only to see the hulking muscular infected that loomed over her, smiling menacingly. She began to cry again.

Macy Wilkins is The Witch.




And so these are the individuals who are doomed to a punishment worse than the infected. Turned into the grotesque beings that are the backbone of the never ending wave of violence that follows in their wake.
Steve, Bradley, Jacob, Gene, and Macy. They represent the cursed. They represent the onslaught. They represent......
The Infected

[e mod]

and they All lived happily ever after the end :D

[black671]

lol, so yeah, that's pretty much it, hope u all liked it. if anyone would like me to write something else, I'm open to suggestions.

[raj pelt]

i think u should write something about the main characters if i hasent already be done

[e mod]

mayby a story over the beards of bill and francis and how they always save the day!that woul be awesome :D

[black671]

mayby a story over the beards of bill and francis and how they always save the day!that woul be awesome :D
LOL that sounds like a pretty good idea, i'll think about it.

[zombie slave]

Gene Simmons, ROFL haha it fits so well :D

[PuffTheMagicDragon]

Yo Black if you dont mind doing the 4 storys of the survivors please bill and zoey in peticular as A : bill is my favourite of the 4 survivors
and the story of the witch which ofc... had zoey in it... which sparks the question... what did zoey go through ?

[Z2ato]

survivors please
Do iiiiiittttt lol

[black671]

lol for everyone requesting survivor stories, i already did it, not successful, but i did it. but if u guys want me to, ill make a longer one. ill be takin a plane soon,so it might be a week or more until this happens.thanks for all the positive feedback!

[LefTx4xDeaD]

I Liek these stories There good

[black671]

thanks a bunch,man. im currently working on a new one

[MP_Specter]

tl;dr = bottem line of each paragraph. :3

[BaldingSteve]

They're actually not bad, sorry for bieng a troll before.

[black671]

no, its all good man