| GribbleGrunger said: Here's mine: We are an unknown character, who is trying to survive alone in the world. He's trying to find sancuary but having to battle against the elements and the infected as he nears his objective. Eventually he finds himself in open countryside with meadows and copses scattered before him. He can hear the screams, moans and clicks around him and begins the slow process of pressing forward one careful step at a time. In the distance he sees the lights of a town. Suddenly he's set upon by a dozen runners and melee's he way through, happening upon a small shed were he hunkers down for the night. Here he sleeps soundly for the first time in a long time and wakes feeling groggy but full of optimism. Having surveyed the area for signs of the infected he hears someone singing in the distance. The malifluous tones are born on a light breeze and he's drawn towards it, now oblivious of any possible danger. He wipes sweat from his brow as he tries to focus sleepy eyes. He realises it's still night, so he must have slept for a whole day. His vision won't clear though and a red haze surrounds everything he can see. He hears the sounds of clickers again and tries to enter stealth but for some reason (the player) can no longer use stealth. He moves forward with more urgency now, something the player also has no control over. As he nears the sound of singing he begins moving faster, the camera veering wildly, and the more the player tries to control him the more he fights against it. He runs now as a small campfire can be seen down in the valley, the music a cacophony in his ears. Through blurry, blood shot vision he sees a figure sat by the campfire, strumming a guitar and calling him towards with a song. He's running full pelt now and trying to call out to the figure but can only manage gutteral, weeping sounds. The figure by the fire stands as he approaches. The camera rises up and then swings behind what is clearly a young woman with a bow. The camera snaps to third person view behind the young woman and we are looking down the site of the the bow with a runner bearing down on us. FIRE! Cue music. |
Good one mate.
