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~Hunter~
Among the rooftops,
Is where I stay.
Looking down on survivors,
On which I prey.
Preparing to pounce,
A growl emanates.
I am the one,
Who controls their fate.
Nowhere to hide,
I will find you.
You will not live,
After I am through.
Rending your flesh,
My claws will shred.
Into chest and heart,
You'll be Left 4 Dead
Among the rooftops,
Is where I stay.
Looking down on survivors,
On which I prey.
Preparing to pounce,
A growl emanates.
I am the one,
Who controls their fate.
Nowhere to hide,
I will find you.
You will not live,
After I am through.
Rending your flesh,
My claws will shred.
Into chest and heart,
You'll be Left 4 Dead
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Left 4 Dead - The Hunt
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Why Does the Witch Cry?: Story
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She was seventeen years old, and already the sort of beautiful that would have lasted forever. She was an accomplished gymnast and dancer, and had a remarkably haunting singing voice that landed her the lead in her school musicals each year. She got good grades, dressed appropriately, had perfect blonde hair, snowy white skin, and bright blue eyes. Her teachers loved her, she got along with everyone, and never once stopped smiling. Her father was a pastor and raised her to be a good Christian, and she spread love and compassion graciously. Her parents were proud.
She was born on Christmas Eve, and endured being dres
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Hunter And Ellis: 3
THREE:
I growl.
Dahm light. Hurts. Even in a dark corner. Ellis notices this. He looks around. He pulls a blanket from the ground. Looks around and finds some other stuff. He goes over to the window and sticks it up. Once done he sits down. It helps a little. Why did he do that for me? He grabs another thing of food and eats. It's silent. Ellis starts talking. I still don't understand him. But he's more tolerable. He stops after a while. He yawns. He lies down. He begins to rest. I rest also.
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I wake up. It's dark out. I hear noises. Humans! Ellis is asleep. He's not aware of it yet. Good. I get up. I leave. I watch t
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EDIT: Wow... over 1000 views on this deviation. Thank you, fellow deviants, for helping me hit a milestone in my stay here at dA! Your pageviews, deviation views, comments, criticisms and everything else mean a hell of a lot to me.
Thanks for giving me a home.
I'm indebted to you guys.
WOOT! Another L4D poem! This one is about the Hunter, which is a fast, stealthy Boss Infected.
L4D comes out TOMMOROW, so I am PSYCHED!
Thanks for giving me a home.
I'm indebted to you guys.WOOT! Another L4D poem! This one is about the Hunter, which is a fast, stealthy Boss Infected.
L4D comes out TOMMOROW, so I am PSYCHED!
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