L4D - The crier

L4D - The crier

Should I stand up? Get out of this corner? Wait, why should I bother? It's not like I can change anything that way, is it? Yes, I'll stay right here, in the dark. I'll do what I do best. Cry. What should I cry about? There are so many things on the list.

Like the pain. Oh, there is so much pain. Everywhere. In my head, my guts, my limbs. My claws... those hurt the most. They are so long... so sensitive. Yet so sharp. I can easily cut my own flesh, if I'm not careful. Or worse.
Or maybe... I should cry for them. All of the souls outside. Standing in the alleyways, smashing their heads against walls, clawing their ears in an attempt to silence the screams. But the screams never stop. Because they come from within. Those screams are their own plies for help. But they do not know. No one else knows. Because no one else can hear them. The only ones to hear are the others... and they only see the rage. The terrible rage.

They walk from left to right, oblivious to the world around them. Moans of pain fill the air around them. I know their pain. I feel it every cold night, like they. And I cry for them.
Why can't it be day? I miss the sun. I miss its rays falling to the ground, filling the surroundings with colour. The pain vanishes at that time. And I wander. Sing, even. They also bring so much warmth, unlike the cold moon.

Hmmm? What was that? Loud noises. And they scream, but not in pain. The rage has taken over. The others... they come. Will they find me?
Hmmm? What's this? A light? But... it isn't day, is it? Can I sing again? Wait. Above the light... a face. The others! You dare trick me?! Give me false hope?! I'll make sure you never have a chance to speak of your evil! My claws will sink into your flesh!