• Published 27th Jan 2013
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Grounds for the Dead: A L4D2 Story - SCP Pinkamena



When the life you know was blown away, how will you cope waking in another?

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Being Human: Witch

Special Chapter: Being Human

She can't help who she is,
she never even knew about this.

Alice was a small fragile soul,
and never did a murder most foul.

But on that day on this night,
she had no choice and with a fright,
pulled the trigger on her father, mother,
and hardest of all, her little baby brother.

Her friends chased after her to crave her skin,
and she shot them all again and again, bullets buried in.

She began to wander the place that called home,
and then came across a small tome.

As she opened it, what she saw made her drop the book,
for someone had wrote "People: How To Cook".

She was scared, and lonely in the city she knew,
when, O, when did things go askew?

Different people came to her, asking for water and food,
being the kind soul she was she gave some to her, despite the mood.

1 Week Later

She wandered, crying in dismay,
walking around ever which way.

Her tears streaked with blood,
her hands trying to stop the flood.

Her nails grew nine inches longer,
but still, despite the pain, she continued to wander.

Even though she barely held to reality,
she never really lost her sanity.

She grew jealous and angry at the living,
and began to attack them while they passed or were healing.

Still to this day she continues to cry,
hoping one day she may die.

With what was left of her sanity, she began to sing,
with a voice that was worn and her throat, it did sting.

But still, despite the pain, she sang and sang,
until everything was interrupted by a loud bang.

She screamed and ran toward the sound hoping to get away from the gloom,
but little did she know, it would spell her doom...

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Witch sat there, cuddling the pillow hoping to get away from all the horribleness. Her tears now dried, began to run again onto the pillow. Tank came to her and sat in front of her, guarding her like a cub, but what Tank and the other infected didn't know is that she wanted to be with others, and she wanted to do something that was never thought of by ANY infected.

She wanted to love something.

Author's Note:

Yep, I enjoyed this chapter. Alot. So feel free to tell me how I did on my poem skills.