The last infected fell to the ground, her head popped off by my hunting rifle. I looked down at my cousin who was reloading his assault rifle as if nothing had happened.
"That the last of them?" he yelled at me.
"Near you at least. Hold on while I kill a few stragglers." I put down about three more infected near a truck. Blood splattered in neat patterns against metal and tar. I heard the familiar growl of a hunter emitting from a closed door near my cousin. Then there was a piercing screech and I heard pieces of the door clatter to the ground.
"Got it." my cousin snapped to his left and fired off a couple of rounds and the hunters head went flying off.
"Boom! Headshot!" I yelled at him, quoting my catchphrase and my cousin's favorite Internet meme before the infection had hit humanity.
"You gonna come down from there or what ya friggin' bird?"
"Yeah yeah yeah." I jumped down onto a van while my cousin smoked a cigarette. Unlike most survivors we treated the infection has a game and when we got chased by a tank we only laughed as we ran and shot.
"So that headshot was pretty nasty eh?"
"Yeah you netted yourself a good thousand points there." I remarked. He was about to say something when we heard the familiar coughing of a smoker.
"Aw Hell Kevin." my cousin said as he looked around.
"Yup. Looks like smokey returns." A smoker had been literally stalking us for about a week and had gotten the drop on us several times. We always knew it was the same smoker because it was shorter than most and had bullet holes in it's clothes were we had shot at him but missed. It always got away no matter what. One time Thomas -my cousin- had startled a witch while shooting at the bastard, and another time we happened to run into a tank. I then gave that smoker the unofficial official name of Smokey the Smoker.
"All right maybe if we just stick-" Thomas started but he was cut off by a smoker's tongue wrapping around him and dragging him across gravel. I put down my hunting rifle and whipped out my pistol and instead of freeing my cousin, I ran at the smoker.
"What are you doing? Help me for Christ's sake!"
"Don't worry I got it under control!" I shouted back at him. I ran with a half-crazed laughter, enjoying the fact I was going to kill this pesky smoker. I then saw Smokey. He was definitely shorter than the rest and I counted ten bullet holes in its clothing. It was weird looking at a smoker up close without it shooting its tongue at you. Kind of peaceful and innocent. Not really know what it's doing, or the harm it's causing. Maybe it's just trying to give you a message or tickle you. Just a misunderstood-
"Kill it would ya?" my cousin yelled.
"Aw yea." I popped a few rounds in its head and it exploded in a green mist. Thomas pulled the tongue off him and shot me a dirty look. I said a silent goodbye to Smokey and went off with my cousin.