Technecally this is the first chapter. This will answer some questions...hopefully.
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Smoker continued down the alley ways he had grown accustomed to. He left the boathouse after he helped Boomer clean the broken poker table. It was a ritual between the boys. They would get together once a month to play a simple poker game. It was for laughs and it was fun. But six months ago that all ended. Six months ago a group of survivors ran though the vary alleys that smoker was casually strolling through himself. Six months ago his hooded friend was infatuated with a crying monster. Six months ago one of the survivors shot that crying monster dead. Six months ago his jumpy best friend took his revenge, which cost him his life.
Smoker sighed as he puffed on another cigarette. He remembered when he first showed up to the gruesome scene.
Smoker huffed as he ran though the city's park. He was frantically trying to locate his hooded friend. Right after the old man shot off his tongue, he toppled over in pain. It hurt to lose a muscle that big! Has he coughed and waited for it to eventually grow back, he herd the conversation going on below him.
Hunter! He thought. His friend was still down there in danger. He quickly glanced over the ledge of the tall building to see the survivors recovering and his friend lying motionless by a wall. He knew that Hunter wasn't hurt. There was no blood or gunshot wounds on him. Smoker sighed in relief as he leaned back on the ledge wall.
His heart skipped a beat; however, when he heard a loud cry erupt into the night. Smoker instantly brought his head back over the ledge only to see a blur rush up in the air and lunge from roof to roof.
"Shit." Smoker climbed down the large wall and sprinted to the park. He knew his friend was there. As he reached a clearing, he tripped on a branch and fell on the grassy floor. He glanced up to see Hunter's hood on the ground.
"The hell?" Smoker got up and walked over and peered through a bush. His eyes widened in horror as he leapt out of the bush. He saw his best friend covered in bullet wounds next to a lifeless witch. A survivor lay a few yards away. Smoker took in the full scene. It made sense to him. He looked at the motionless couple. His brow scowled as he glanced at the witch.
"It's all your fault." Smoker said through gritting teeth. "You were the one he loved. You Were The One He Wanted To Protect! YOU WERE THE ONE HE SACIFICED HIS LIFE FOR!" Smoker screamed as tears dripped down his cheeks. He huffed and wheezed, and occasionally coughed. He stood there looking at the thing lying by his best friend. Boomer came to the clearing in a similar pant as Smoker just had. When Boomer took on the scene he panicked and started to yell and ask questions. Smoker of course ignored them and turned on his heel. He didn't want to look at the disgusting scene any longer.
Smoker continued down the alley, remembering the horrible memory. He wanted to forget, badly. But Boomer wouldn't let him. After the demise of his good friend, he began to fuel a hatred for witches. He didn't want anything to do with them. He also didn't let the rest of his companions anywhere near them. They weren't going to end up like Hunter. Oh no, Smoker would not have it.
Then again his friends didn't seem interested in any of that romance crap anyway. Boomer thought he'd never get a girl because of his weight and appearance. Tank was a complete dumbass. The brut hardly had a brain… or so the others thought. Why would Tank care about love?
Smoker laughed to himself at the thought of his buddy, Tank, giving a flower to a Tankette. But the laugh was short lived. A load cry erupted through the night. Smoker tensed with anger.
Great, another Witch! Smoker scoffed. He peered his tall frame around the alley corner to find a Witch wobbling around. He turned back into the alley to find another way around her. He then heard a load thud and looked back around the corner. The Witch had fallen on the ground entangled in what seemed to be cloth from a near by luggage bag.
The witch tried to free herself, but she just made it worse. She then began to cry again. Smoker sneered at the sound coming from her mouth.
Why the hell does she cry at every single thing! He asked rhetorically. He covered his boiled hands over his ears trying to make the sound go away. His frustration got the better of him and he walked out of the alley way. He figured the farther he got the better.
Lucky for the Smoker his "Home Sweet Home" was right around the next block. A small apartment that had a mattress and a table with a few chairs. There was a bathroom and a nice small spot for the kitchen as well. The door pride off it's hinges to insure that Smoker would never have to worry about it closing on him, trapping him, or keeping him out. Smoker lay in his bed trying to sleep a little. Unfortunately for him, his little Witch kept on weeping outside his window. Smoker's aggravation grew as the weeping girl's cries got loader.
He finally had it after a few more minutes. He ran down the stairs and slammed open the door.
"WILL YOU BE QUIET!" Smoker screamed his heart out to the poor thing.The Witch, who was too shocked and confused to know what to do, sat there still entangled in the cloth. Smoker then stomped towards her.
"You've Got Caws! How About You Use Them!" He yelled. The Witch just started at him. She was completely dumbfounded by this special infected. Usually no infected get's near her. Not even the massive Tanks. But this Smoker had the guts to scream at her to stop crying.
Smoker's irritation grew. He quickly grabbed the cloth that was tangling the Witch's legs and started to unravel it. The Witch continued to stare at him. After about a few more minutes of grunts and cursing later, her legs were freed from the buttoned blouse, and she could now move about. The Witch stood up as Smoker threw the shirt behind his back.
"Th-thank you." She shyly said. Smoker just glared back at her. Witch jolted at the Smoker's cold look. She then quickly walked passed the angry, long tongued, creator, and headed for the park. Smoker sighed and walked back into his home. He would get a good night's sleep finally. Until, that is, Boomer got home.
Well there you go the second chapter. This one introduces the Witch! ^^
Now to answer the question, "Wait I thought the Witch died?"
Yes she did, but this Witch is someone entirly different. She's not the same one.
If you have any more questions, feel freeto ask, all you do is it the review botton, and I'll answer your question as soon as possible. ^^
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