Thirteen Years After the Events of Witch Trials
A few special infected enter an industrial facility for oil distribution. There is a Smoker with a large cigar in his mouth, a sniper rifle on his back, and a fully automatic rifle in his hands. He wears a black suit and a red tie. There is a Hunter twirling a switchblade in his hand. He wears a white hoodie with an arrowhead-like symbol on the front and white cargo pants with bulging pockets. He wears black combat boots with metal hooks on the front made for scaling up buildings much faster than normal Hunters. Finally, there is a Witch carrying two semi-automatic combat shotguns on her back and a double barrel in her hands. She wears black top with cleavage cutout and exposed midriff. She also wears a tight black leather skirt that reaches half-way down her thighs and high heel black leather knee-boots with red trim. Her long white hair is very well kept and brushed to near perfection and reaches half-way down her back.
These special infected are part of a special group called The Cleaners, which is comprised of those plagued by the infection, but still retaining most of their humanity. They work for the government trying to regain territory from the infected. They are sent in to clean out infected from different areas in order for the non-infected to rebuild and settle into the areas. They are kept separate from the non-infected, as they are still carriers of the infection and have the chance of infecting non-infected people.
The team of three explores the outer area of the facility, taking down any infected in the area. The Witch seems to enjoy shooting the infected in the groin, whether they're male or female. The Hunter sticks to the ceilings, dropping down on top of infected and assassinating them with his switchblade. The Smoker stays at a distance, shooting infected in the head with his rifle.
The team enters the main facility and clears it out of the infected, saving a Witch for last. The team's Witch tackles her counterpart and sexually assaults her before taking out her combat shotguns and shooting the Witch in the face with both at once, exploding her head across the floor. The surviving Witch gets up and refills the shells on her shotguns before strapping them to her back. She picks up her double barrel and continues with the other two.
The team's Hunter growls at the Witch. "Do you have to sexually handle every Witch we run into?"
The Witch lets out a small chuckle. "Of course I do, my dear little gamer."
The Hunter frowns irritably. "Don't call me your dear."
"Sure thing, dear."
"I said-"
"Let it go, kid." The Smoker interjects.
The Hunter stabs an infected in the head from around the next corner. The stabbing is a bit more violent than normal, showing his frustration.
The Witch licks her lips as she watches the Hunter.
The Smoker puts a hand on the Witches shoulder. "Don't get any ideas with the boy."
The Witch waves him off. "Don't worry about that, my dear. I won't touch the boy."
"Glad to hear." The smoker pulls out his sniper and scopes in on an infected Hunter from across the hall. "Good night, you poor man." He shoots the infected Hunter in the head. "At least they don't really move much for us. They don't see us as targets to attack."
The Witch nods and shoots an infected in the groin before kicking it down and piercing its temple with her heel. She continues walking with the Smoker as the Hunter moves on ahead. The Witch glances at the Smoker from the corner of her eye. "What's the next place?"
"There are a few possibilities. There's a military compound, a farmhouse, and even a decent sized town where we might have more Cleaners to work with." The Smoker answered.
"Hm… A military compound might be fun."
"And very likely more costly. It'll take more shots to kill these military outfitted infected."
"I bet they'll have a few Tanks and Smokers."
"Possibly."
"What about the farmhouse?"
"It's a bit secluded, so there'll probably only be a few infected. Although, searching the fields will take a while."
"Perhaps. Then there's the town."
"Yes. The town might also take a while. It's a good thing that we don't really need sleep."
"I still enjoy sleeping."
"Why?"
"I'm lazy at heart, so taking time to not do anything is the best for me."
"Is that so? I never knew that about you. I always thought you were always a hard worker."
"Hard worker doesn't mean that I don't enjoy being lazy when I can."
"I suppose. You seem to be rather proud to be lazy."
The Hunter returns. "Yeah. She's like Grif from Red vs Blue."
Both the Smoker and Witch look at the Hunter, speaking at the same time. "What's that?"
"It's… gah. Nevermind. You wouldn't get it anyways."
The Witch and the Smoker look at each other, a bit confused.
The team continues to clear out the facility until all of the infected are dead before taking a break to eat.
The Hunter chews on rations as the Witch gobs on beans from a can. The Smoker puffs a cigar while watching the two.
The Hunter looks at the Smoker. "Not going to eat?"
The Smoker shrugs. "I'll eat when we get back to the station. Better food."
"If you say so."
After eating, the group returns to base. The Smoker heads to the cafeteria to eat as the Witch heads to her room and the Hunter heads to the roof.
Smoker
The Smoker sits down with a tray of food and begins eating. He hears heeled shoes walking up behind him. "Time for my psych test again?"
The nurse sits down next to the Smoker. She is a very attractive immune named Charolette. She has long, silky, platinum blonde hair that is tied into a pony tail and soft green eyes. She wears a pink nurse get-up with a knee-length skirt and white high heels with thinly woven, white stockings.
The Smoker notices and acknowledges the woman's beauty, but gives no words of compliment. He has never been one to form attractions. He has been trained by a group that took him in as a child and involved him into their less-than-legal business of selling military-grade weapons. He often had to deal with double-crossers and the occasional police officer. It is ironic that he now serves the very government that he had been trained to avoid for most of his life. Despite all of this, he didn't remember any of it. All he kept of his past life was his training.
Charolette holds a clipboard as she watches the Smoker eat. "Do you remember your name yet?" She asks in one of the softest voices that the Smoker has ever heard. It is a voice that any normal person would have trouble tying to, which includes infected.
The Smoker finishes chewing his food and swallows. "Not yet, but I guess I haven't really been trying that hard."
"I understand. You remember your past though, right?"
"Yes."
"What about your parents?"
"I was orphaned young, so I don't really have much to work with."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Have you thought about where you got you training from?"
"Not really."
"Why not?"
"I just don't."
Charolette sighs. "I do wish that you would try."
"I don't really care about my past life. As far as I'm concerned, it's in the past, in a life that I can no longer return to. Why should I bother to remember it?"
Charolette looks disheartened. It makes the Smoker feel a bit sorry for her.
"I'm sorry. I know that you're just trying to do your job. I didn't mean to say something inconsiderate."
"It's okay. You're still better than most of the others I check on." Charolette smiles and gets up from her seat. "Have a nice day."
"You too, Charolette."
Charolette walks away, her heels clicking against the floor, slowing getting quieter and quieter as she moves away.
Witch
The Witch enters her room and shuts off the lights. She then completely undresses before sitting in the corner, hugging her knees. She starts remembering her old friends and those that had helped her after the infection. All of them were now either dead or infected and not like her. She then thinks about a boy who had betrayed her.
There was suddenly a knock on the door.
She looks at the door. "Not today Matt. I'm not in the mood to love right now."
"Then can I at least comfort you?"
The Witch hesitates before going to the door and opening it.
The boy named Matt is standing there. He has sandy blonde hair that reaches half-way down his back. He also has pearlescent blue eyes that give off a caring and friendly vibe. He wears a grey t-shirt and brown cargo pants with black combat boots.
Matt looks at the Witches naked body, but doesn't seem to be affected by it. However, he does enter the room quickly and shuts the door behind him. He then turns to the Witch and hugs her. The Witch gently hugs Matt and buries her face into his chest. They stayed like that for several minutes until the Witch brings Matt to the bed and lay down with him, staying close to his body. After almost an hour of just laying together, the Witch falls to sleep.
Matt strokes her hair and smiles. "Sleep well, Valerie." He stays with her.
Hunter
The Hunter sits on the edge of the roof, looking up at the rising sun. It had taken them over a day and a half to clear the factory. The Hunter feels arms wrap over his shoulders. However, he bears no response. He just sits there as the scent of a girl he knows fills his nostrils.
A sweet voice whispers into his ear. "When will you come home, David?"
The Hunter speaks very solemnly. "You know that will never happen."
"Why?"
"You know why."
"I want you to come home."
"I'm sure you do, but you would probably not want to be with me anymore."
The voice giggles playfully. "Not with that kind of thinking. You know full well that I didn't love you for your looks. I loved you because you understood how I lived. I loved you because you didn't hold high expectations of me."
"But how can you love me after I put you into a coma?"
There was silence in response to David's words. He gets up and jumps off the roof to the street and walks down the sidewalk. He used to have a girlfriend named Jennifer. They had many of the same interests; video games, anime, and even fitting fetishes. They loved each other more than anything until the infection hit. Jennifer was immune, but refused to leave after David got infected. Initially, he went berserk and attacked her. He didn't have his claws developed yet, so he beat her. He beat her chest and face until she went limp. He finally managed to snap out of it and was horrified by what he did. He tried to get help, but people would scream and run away. He didn't understand until he looked in the mirror. That's when he got his gaming hoodie that he bought from the Ubisoft merchandise store online. It was an Assassin's Creed hoodie with the logo right on the chest and the pointed tip on the hood. With the hoodie on, he managed to get help from some people to move Jennifer to a safe zone. He didn't follow however, as he couldn't bring himself to see her in case she woke up and hated him or was scared of him. Now he has hallucinations of her almost every day, even when on an operation.