To anyone who has read from my other story New Mutant Problems for the Crash Bandicoot series, I'm sure by now you can see I'm not too good with emotional things(at least that's how I feel). No worries though, I'm sure I can do much better with this story because it's more violent and snarky then emotional. I got this Idea a long time ago, when L4D2 came out actually. Didn't know about this site back then let alone have a computer -.- so nowhere to post it. You all know about the tank, smoker, hunter, etc. Then came the jockey, female boomer, etc. Well evolution doesn't come to a grinding halt! This is a story about the next batch of specials.

!IMPORTANT!: To make things a bit more fun, I will include a bio on each of the new special. One in each chapter as they show up.

Bio 1: Bruja (bru-hah)

Bruja means witch in spainish, it is an appropriate name due to its physical similarities to the witch. Due to differences it can not be classified as a witch however. The bruja is a male that for the most part looks the same as a human. It does however have a deformed right arm that looks like a hook shaped witch claw. Its usual (but not only) tactic is close to the charger's. It will pick a target and run straight at them, carrying them a large distance. Once it hits a wall or runs out of energy in its legs it will throw the victim to the ground and pin it with its normal left arm while swiping with its claw until the victim is dead. The only sound it makes to alert survivors of its presence is the cracking of its left knuckles each time it balls a fist.

Update:For those of you who ask me to continue this, I am continuing it but in another fanfic. Click my name to go to my page then look for the other L4D fanfic. This fanfic was already finished a while ago. Don't get me wrong, I like when people read my stuff. Gets me motivated.

To some, the flu means death. To some it means worse. To some of those who are infected already, it is hell. To many special infected however, it is way too much damn fun. This is a story of those who have the fun. The ever evolving and changing special infected still have their intellect and social capabilities. Still that won't keep them from fighting like animals.

"Yo jockstrap, want some help yet?"

"Bite me!"

"Nice choice of words since were zombies. Ha ha!"

A jockey and bruja were under fire from a single survivor with dual machine guns. The jockey in a panic, the bruja laughing at the jockey's suffering. They were hiding from the hail of bullets behind a grocery store corner. Each time the human ran out of ammo, the jockey would run at him only to be forced to run once the man had reloaded his weapons.

"I thought you said you could handle a survivor on your own shrimp, but here we are pinned down."

"Big talk from a guy who's stuck here with me. Why not put that meat hook you call a hand to use and you deal with him then?"

"Alright, fine by me. One thing though."

"What?"

As the jockey looked around the corner he felt a foot strike him in the back.

"Distract him for me!"

The kick sent the jockey all the way across the street. More then enough to draw the attention of the survivor and make an opening.

"Now!"

As the bruja yelled out, he charged straight for the human. Before he could look back at his attacker, the man had claws driven completely through his abdomen. He coughed blood and he stared into the dead eyes of the bruja who was just grinning at him. The bruja had his prey and he was ready to end it. With a grunt he pressed the human back onto the hooks of his claw and ripped through the flesh, tearing his entire torso to shreds.

As the jockey recovered from the kick to his back he shook his head in amazement at what he had just seen. The human was torn in half with a single attack. The black pavement turned red from the blood and the bruja was licking his claw clean of the blood. A true sight of horror, and quite the incredible sight to be seen for any infected.

"Holy hell Cole, think you were thorough enough?!"

"Relax Jack, he had it coming. Besides, it was too damn easy."

Cole the bruja finally got a kill for the day. Jack on the other hand was only good for bait. These 2 specials have been traveling for days, no real destination just going and killing whatever they find along the way. Only goal was find something fun to do.

"Ok Jockstrap, now where are we anyway?"

"Don't call me Jockstrap... I think we're somewhere between Maine and Colorado."

Without warning, Cole's foot came down on Jack's back.

"That's half the damn country moron!"

"Chill man, we just need to find a local to ask."

"Great idea!"

The disgruntled bruja walked over to the mess of a body and grabbed the head.

"Hey buddy, me and my friend are lost, do you know where we are?"

It was clear enough that he was sarcastic as he tossed the remains over his shoulder. It was also clear how angry he was.

"Jack, you lead us this far. How can you not know where we are?!"

"I was winging it."

"Freakin' idiot."

Cole slammed his palm to his face and gritted his teeth in displeasure.

"Relax Cole, I think we might be in Ohio."

"That narrows it down alot but that's still not any help. It's an entire state."

The duo was silent as they walked off, not sure where they were going. Still they walked. Passing more and more common infected as they went deeper into a city they knew nothing about. Cole had no liking for the common infected. Mainly because they border brain dead and always get in his way. Jack on the other hand didn't care either way.

"Next common to step on my foot gets-"

As a common stepped on his foot he raised his claw into the air and brought it down like a guillotine, cutting it in 2 down the middle. The infected stood there before each side fell to the ground. Cole again was licking his claw clean.

"You have some serious issues Cole."

"Oh shut it. These things are just mindless fodder."

"Well you still shou-"

"What?"

"Check out that sign dude! Cincinnati zoo! We're in Cincinnati!"

"A zoo huh? Lets check it out."

Jack didn't agree with the idea but he reluctantly followed his friend inside. He never liked animals. They never seemed to like him either, even before he turned into an infected. He was more concerned with the fact they knew where they were now anyway.

"Why do you want to check this place out?"

"Bored?"

"You're always bored."

"Not when I'm fighting."

"for the love of-"

"Shh you hear something?"

"No, what is it?"

"Sounds like a witch crying."

"Oh great, just what we needed, a whining bitch."

"I said shut up so zip it. lets go find her."

"Shes over there by the concession stand."

Jack was pointing off into the distance where sure enough, a witch was kneeling over and crying. With a grin growing across his face, Cole was the first to start moving towards her. Jack stayed where he was. He was eager to see his friend get chewed up by a witch.

No such entertainment was provided the small jockey as a rhino made its way to the witch first. A rhino, a powerful and robust animal that's deadly to boot. Cole had found his next fight and a good few minutes of fun.

"Jackpot, this should be fun!"

The rhino slowly came closer to the witch until it came into a full charge. Cole was ready to dig his claws into it, but before he could attack the animal there was a loud bellowing roar. A charger was rushing its way into the side of the giant rhino. Without say, everyone was in shock, except for Cole who was just out right pissed his prey had been snatched. The charger grabbed the rhino and smashed it into a wall repeatedly without mercy. With each strike, the wall was covered in more and more blood. When it was finally dead the charger approached the witch.

"Whatcha think Cass? I'm awesome I know, and I saved your life!"

"Shut the hell up Thatcher! You're probably the one who let it out of its enclosure!"

"Naw. But uh, I think you owe me. C'mon give your hero a kiss."

The smug charger was flexing his large arm with each word from his mouth. Each time he flexed, it only made his small left arm look all the worse.

"For the last damn time you giant piss ant, I don't like you!"

The witch was readying her attack against the charger. Her arm was cocked back, ready to pierce through her target. She was however denied her attack as from the side, Cole came flying at the charger with a kick to the side of his face. The witch was most surprised. In front of her stood an infected she had never seen before. Her mouth hung open and a single brow was raised.

"Who the hell are you?..."

"Hey charger! I was eyeing up that rhino! You stole my target!"

The witch was even more confused as he ignored her. The charger on the other hand was just pissed off and rearing for a fight.

"Who do you think you are attacking me?! ME!"

"I'm Cole and I'm the one who's going to beat your ass! It's a mother fucking pleasure!"

"Whatever! I'm gonna crush you maggot!"

The charger made the first move to attack. Obviously his attack was a head-on charge. He had no chance from the start. Cole reached out his behind himself and as Thatcher closed the gap between them, Cole uppercut his arm and leaped over his head. His hooks snagged in the flesh, Cole jerked forward and flipped Thatcher forward and onto his back where he lied unconscious.

"Boring..."

The witch was not so pleased about this new infected who had intervened. She suspected like most men, he would want something. Something just wrong.

"Ok why did you do that? You want to get a kiss too?"

"From you? Hell no, I just wanted to beat that guy's ass for taking the rhino down before I could!"

"W-wait what?"

The witch again was confused with her mouth hanging. Never had she heard such a brash and idiotic response. She turned her confusion to anger in an instant. She gritted her teeth and balled her fists.

"Don't feed me that crap! What do you want?!"

"I want to have some fun."

"I knew it!"

"Knew what? Can you put up a challenge?"

Joining the scene came Jack, this had to be straightened out and if he left Cole to straighten things someone would end up dead.

"Excuse me, witch."

"Who said that?"

"Down here..."

As the witch looked down she was startled. It wasn't fear, just surprise. The jockey was so close to her already and she didn't even notice him.

"See Jack? Told you that you were ugly as hell."

"Shut it Cole."

The witch snapped out of it. Now she was even more furious. She would demand answers in an instant if she knew where to begin. Luckily Jack began for her.

"Ahem, my name is Jack and that guy there is Cole."

"Oh ok, so what do you guys want?"

"Nothing at all, Cole is just eager to get mixed into a fight."

"Seriously?"

"Yep."

Cole grinned and nodded at the witch.

"Well my name is Cassandra, call me Cass."

"It's a pleasure and all but we need to get going."

Cole chimed in.

"Go where? We don't know where we're going thanks to your navigating."

"You boys are tourists then?"

"Guess you can call us that , Cass. You can also called me easily bored."

"I know a place that should be fun."

"Fun how?"

"All the special infected meet and mess around. Some fight, some gamble, some do what the hell ever."

"Take us there now!"

Cole had a fire in his eyes when he heard her words. Jack was the skeptic.

"Gamble? With what? We don't use money in this day and age."

"By "day and age" you mean now, right?"

"Yeah."

"We'll the guys at the club, and I use the word "club" loosely, use money still for random things."

Cole was getting bored again.

"Enough talk, lets go!"

"Chill out. I'll take you there in a minute."

"No no no, now."

"Ok ok, easy."

The witch lead out of the zoo and through the dead streets. They were all quiet except Cole who was twitching and ready to arrive at this club. He couldn't hide his excitement. He did calm down however when they arrived at a warehouse. the building was massive looking from the outside. It had concrete walls and steel roofing. A place that was meant to last.

"Is this the place Cass?"

"Sure is Psycho."

"Great! Let's head in and knock some heads together!"

"Whoa whoa whoa! Hold up! You can't just go in, they'll rip you apart!"

"Relax, I took down that nimrod at the zoo."

"Use your head."

Cass was getting irritated by the brash bruja and brought her hand down on the top of his head.

"What was that for?!"

"Listen when I'm talking to you!"

"Fine, I'm listening."

"You need to challenge one of the meatheads for a fight, not just outright attack."

"Ok."

"..."

"..."

"Ok lets head in, and try to keep your cool Cole or I'll be the one beating your ass!"

And so begins the idiocy of a jockey, a witch and a bruja. Not exactly friends but close enough. Who will they meet next and will they try to kill the group or will Cole be himself and be the one to start the fight.

...Not sure if this turned out any good, but here it is. Tell me what you think, leave a review, and be ready for the next chapter.