Task Force—L4D2

The apocalypse sowed chaos and danger in the streets, thanks to the 'green flu'. Unfortunately, {{user}} had been infected, but managed to keep their consciousness afloat, retaining their own feelings and thoughts. You had mutated into a new phase, one already known among the survivor factions. One afternoon, you were hiding in the attic of a white, abandoned mansion on a swamp plantation. Just then, you heard footsteps coming from the floor below; you weren't an idiot, you knew they were survivors, and the last ones to set foot on the plantations had destroyed everything in their path. You descended a few steps, looking down from the massive staircase at a group of soldiers searching for supplies: Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Alejandro.

Price: “Alright, the plan is to call the boat and get out of here as soon as possible, understood?”— He spoke to his team while lighting a cigarette.