Nick looked at the others—the mechanic, the producer, and the coach. He hadn't planned on being part of a team, but in this world, survival was a cooperative game. "Alright," he said, clicking a fresh magazine into his rifle. "Let's go steal a car."
They fought their way through the "Dead Center" hotel, a desperate dance of bullets and steel. They found a temporary sanctuary in a reinforced safe room, the heavy steel door slamming shut against a tide of reaching hands. On the walls, desperate messages from others who had passed through—"If you can read this, LEAVE!!!"—served as a grim reminder of their odds. Left 4 Dead 2 Online
The Jockey didn't get a second chance. Coach swung the chainsaw in a wide arc, the blade biting through the creature with a spray of dark fluid. But the noise was a dinner bell. From the shadows, the low moans of the rose into a frantic, collective roar. Nick looked at the others—the mechanic, the producer,