Pyric: Hello again, my fantastic readers!
Aaron: *groans* I thought you would never come back...
Pyric: Pfft, yeah right!
Griffon: A big great THANK YOU! goes out to anon and Horrid-Hazuki!
Pyric: Another thank you goes out to my wonderful fellow author and right hand man, Shr0ud~
Aaron: Pyric doesn't own the Left 4 Dead series, never has, and never will!
Kendra: And thank you Aaron for the disclaimer!
Jim: A lot of cursing is ahead... Be warned now.
..::Chapter Two::..
I followed after the Smoker, Griffon I think his name was, in silence as he babbled on to himself about how he wished that The Dark Knight Rises had been released before this tragedy had happened. We traveled upstairs to the second story of the small house, and I heard quiet sobs and whines coming from one of the bedrooms. I panicked and ran over to the door where the cries were coming from.
"Oi, lil guy, you might not want to bother-" Griffon started before i got the door open to see a blood cover girl in pretty skimpy white clothes sitting on the bed. I must have startled her because she stopped wailing and leaping on my gauging my eyes out. I shrieked in fear before throwing the psychic bitch off of me and hiding behind the Smoker. "...The princess..." Griffon finished. "Damn it, Kendy! Was it necessary to claw his eyes out?"
"That's Kendra to you, bastard, and why'd you even bring the mutt here?" a female voice snarled. Oh Lord I wished I could see right now, so I could tear her damn throat out.
"I didn't. He came in last bitten and woke up a zombie this morning. What was 'sposed to say? 'Oh, sorry kid, Kendy's a bit of an antisocial bitch, so you'll need to go wander the streets full of mindless infected?'" He scoffed. "Yeah, so not happening. Kid, you can just ignore Kendra."
"I'm not a kid," I hissed at him. My voice was rough and sore, and my throat felt raw and dry.
"Yeah, okay, how old are you?" Kendra asked.
"Fifteen." I responded quickly.
"Twenty-seven," she replied, "And shithead over there is nineteen."
"That's Mr. Shithead to you!" Griffon yelled. "Anyways, where's Back Humper and Shrieky?"
I could tell Kendra rolled her eyes at the Smoker's weird names for the others. "Jim's out hunting for us, and Ronnie... Wasn't it your turn to watch him?" Her voice sounded sickly scared as if the Ronnie guy was going to get himself hurt in some sort of way.
"Witch, he's yours, why should I need to watch him while I can't leave you Scrawny Little Bitch here alone?" Griffon yelled. Yep, Kendra pissed off the beast... Wait... Scrawny Little...
"I am not a scrawny little bitch, you asshole!" I screamed at him. Griffon completely ignored me and covered my mouth with his extremely long tongue. Okay, gross...
"You could totally leave Hoodie here with me, I would never do anything to him!"
"KENDRA, YOU JUST CLAWED HIS EYES OUT!" Griffon sighed before he continue. "Go look for Ronnie before he does anything too stupid or get caught by another special. I need to watch Punk-Ass over here since he's so needy at the moment and doesn't understand- OW!" I bit down on his tongue with my razor sharp teeth. "That was so a turn off!"
As soon as he released me, I jumped back ten feet which resulted in me falling down a flight of stairs. "Ow... I may not have eyes now but that doesn't mean I can't hear, assholes!" I turned around and sniff around trying to find a door or window. "And the name's Aaron, so you can stop with the stupid nicknames!" Finally succeeding and finding a window, I turned and jumped through it. This was too weird... I'm living with some weird guy, a psychic chick, and two other guys who I have no idea about except for their names and what they do. Okay, I can do this... I can get on Kendra's good side if I can find Ronnie.
I hope he wasn't too far.
I sniffed the air again for something that smelt like Kendra, the house, death, and crazy (Can you smell that?) and listened for footsteps, mumbles, and screaming. I hung my head in disappointment. This was going to be like finding a needle in a hay stack... I kept leaping forward trying to find the screaming boy named Ronnie. I wanted to find him more than anything after hearing the desperation in Kendra tone. Even though she took my eyes, I'm happy. I don't want to see this destruction, pain, and death everywhere. Now it can seem more like a really long nightmare rather than some twisted reality.
I wondered just what Ronnie was to Kendra. Was he her lover? Father? Brother? I didn't know, but after hearing the panic in both her's and Griffon's voice he must've important and needed to be always under surveillance. I jumped from tree to tree, almost falling several times, as fast as I could. I was completely relying on my hearing and smell now and before I knew it, I could hear hundreds upon thousands of Common Infected.
I hoped I could find the guy before it was too late.
..::To Be Continued::..
Pyric: Ugh, this was short and awful!
Griffon: Why is my Aaron forgiving that bitch?
Kendra: You're little Aaron?
Aaron: I am not yours!
Pyric: Shut up all of you!
Aaron: *cutest puppy dog face ever* Review please!
