Dead Center, The Passing, Dark Carnival, Swamp Fever, Hard Rain, The Parish—
The main campaign of Left 4 Dead.
It was mainly made up of these chapters.
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It did not sound like much.
But every chapter had several stages.
And every single one of those stages—
—every single one, truly—had left a very deep impression on Chu Huai.
And it was not simply because there were a lot of Zombies.
He had once set out from a burning hotel and fought all the way through Dead Center, searching for gas cans amid the Zombie Horde and on the brink of death, then carrying them toward the race car.
He had also been to an amusement park, a place that should have been full of joy. While experiencing the rides, he had, in a darkly humorous fashion, stepped onto the stage at the final moment and lit dazzling fireworks, drawing tens of thousands of Zombies in like a tidal wave. It had been like putting on a death metal performance, slaughtering madly amid firelight and howls until the rescue helicopter tore through the night and descended.
He had also trudged through muddy waterways, facing swamps and flooded paths everywhere in the dim environment where visibility was obstructed, and had encountered two heavyweight Tanks.
He had even faced a group of Witches so numerous it made his scalp tingle, their cries rising and falling one after another, just before a torrential downpour. Then, after the rain began and darkness swallowed everything, he had held his ground.
Finally, before the bridge had been blown apart, he had sprinted for his escape. He had passed through dark, oppressive sewers, stepped onto that bridge, and, under the relentless pursuit and blockade of countless Zombie Hordes and the frenzied attacks of Special Infected,