The musty smell of rotting meat and sweat fills the armored car. It's the sixth day Janarr has been sitting in the dark of the CEDA transport, the only light coming from a small opening in the rear of the vehicle. He was strong, some would say, too strong, but not strong enough to rip the enforced metal apart and free himself. There hasn't been a scream, or gunfire in at least three days, but he can still hear the scratching of the Infected nearby, and the rumblings of something much, much bigger. So Janarr sits, not making a sound, hoping that they will leave...

Suddenly a dozen gunshots in the distance, someone was still alive! The lumbering sounds of a massive creature cause the vehicle to shake as it leaves. Maybe this is his chance! The back door opens, and the light from outside rushes in. It takes a moment for Janarr's vision to come back, but when it does, a young Dragon wearing a motorcycle jacket and fresh scars over his right eye is standing before him with an axe.

"Damn, I was hoping to find some guns," He says.

"You did..."

Janarr Dagger ©  drayk
Artwork © Rastaban
Left 4 Dead © Valve


Note*: his headcrest does not actually look like this, chalk that up to using the wrong ref material

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