Well, here's another story. It's my first multi-chapter one, hoorah.
I was going to go for another game, but this idea crept into my mind and wouldn't leave, so here's another L4D fic. Hope you enjoy.
Smash
The window shattered easily. There was the sound of shuffling inside the building as the smoker slowly crawled inside.
He looked around the main floor of what appeared to be a factory before ascending to the top floor and noticing that a door to the balcony was open and there was footprints leading far off into the distance, across several rooftops.
"Bah", he said, although being a smoker it was more like coughing and wheezing, a language only other infected could understand, "They got away again."
He decided he'd had enough of this chase, went downstairs, and exited the front door.
He was about to start heading to his 'residence' (really just an abandoned home with a ratty old mattress and some food), when before he knew it he was being lifted into the air by a tongue.
"What th-…what is he doing?"
Infected never really attacked each other, except for the occasional time after a survivor had been eliminated. He remembered the time when after constricting and finishing off one, a hunter had started clawing him and growling something that sounded like 'lahl wee pohwnd theh newubs'. He didn't think much of it, in this kind of society fights over food were common.
However, to be outright attacked over nothing was quite unusual. He was pulled onto a rooftop and was struggling against the constricting tongue when it let him go.
He was close to going off on the other smoker when a familiar voice said "What's up, Bog?"
It was Aaron. He always wondered why Aaron kept his weird name, the one he got from a piece of plastic inside a wallet he had found. Bog had gotten his name from a book he found once in a decrepit library, but Aaron's was just weird to him.
They had met awhile ago. They were different from most infected…they had gotten a smaller dose of the infection, so that they assumed the form of a smoker but still retained a decent amount of free will and intelligence. They figured that, since they still had rational thought, they should stay in the same city so they could combine their intellect to survive. However, being attacked crossed the line.
"What is wrong with you?!" Bog yelled, wanting a reason why he shouldn't shove Aaron off the roof right now.
"Calm down. I tried to get your attention by shouting but you musta been wrapped up in your thoughts, so this was the only way."
"You couldn't have just come down and talked to me?!"
"Where's the fun in that? Anyway, I brought you up here for a reason."
Bogs anger subsided a little. "What is it?"
"Look"
Aaron pointed off the side of the building, into a HUGE crowd of common infected, the unlucky creatures that got infected enough to lose their will but not enough to form a more powerful infected.
"So? We see them everyday."
"Notice what's above them."
Bog observed a flagpole stretching out across the street the common infected were wandering around on.
"And?"
"Let's just say I've invented a new sport," Aaron said, "Watch this."
Bog had to respect Aaron's ability to find interesting things to do in this ruined city, so he watched to see what he had come up with this time.
"I call this…" He said, building up suspense, "Bowling for commons!"
Aaron shot his tongue out and latched it securely onto the flagpole, then did a running leap off the building.
Bog was surprised by this sudden action, and looked off the side to see where his friend had went.
He was shocked to see Aaron using his tongue as a rope to swing across the street, stretching his feet out to kick down any infected that happened to get in his way.
Aaron swung across the street after knocking down most of the unfortunate infected, before doing a quick turn around and swinging back across. He took out whatever was left before gracefully landing back on the rooftop.
Aaron simply grinned (looking rather odd, seeing as smoker faces weren't quite picture perfect) as Bog gaped at him.
"I believe it's your turn" he said, pointing back to the street and motioning towards the infected recovering from the unusual sport, getting back on their feet and acting like nothing had happened.
Bog had to admit, that did look fun. He climbed onto the roof's edge, and shot his around the flagpole. He looked back, gave a thumbs up, before leaping off the edge.
"Bonzai!!!"
Well, there's chapter one.
I'm hoping on putting up several more chapters, so please rate and review to tell me if you liked it or not. This is my first multi-chapter story, so I hope you enjoyed it. Expect a new chapter very soon.
I've put a poll up on my author page so you can vote on which special infected the mischievous duo can mess around with next. Cast your vote today!
