Authors Note:
Here's the second chapter of my fanfic, anyway I hope you readers enjoy it.
Chapter Two – The Witch
Greg prepared his hunting rifle for the kill, but his friend blocked his view before he could shoot his weapon.
"Remember what Obrero said man, while we are immune we can still be killed" said Gregory, surprised that his friend stopped him.
"I know, but look" replied Steve and he walked up to the Witch, who was tied up by a thick rope and handcuffed to a metal pole in the corner.
"Who do you think tied her up?" said Greg.
"I don't know, look around the house for the handcuff keys while I check her out" Steve replied, his hippie friend smiled.
"I never knew you were into infected ladies… but if that's what you find sexy man… I'll leave you to checking her out" replied Greg, as he walked away and Steve gave him a quick glare and went back to checking out the female infected creature, he then realized that she wasn't getting angry at him for being too close to her; instead the Witch was just staring at him with a sad look on her face and tears going down her grey cheeks.
"Poor thing… not even you deserve this" Steve said as got out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tears.
"T-Thank y-y-you" said the witch, and Steve dropped the handkerchief his eyes went wide open and his bottom jaw dropped down in surprise.
"You… can… talk?" Steve asked, as he put down his Shotgun carefully on the ground.
"Yes" was the reply and everything was quiet for a while, until Greg entered the room, holding a key and a bottle full of pain pills.
"Dude, I found the handcuff key and also a lot of pills, man… I'm going to be on the Technicolor dream scape while riding the chocolate train with talking rabbits in no time" said Gregory, as he gave the key to his friend and left the room quickly, so he could eat all the pills.
"Your friend is strange" said the Witch.
"Yeah, but he is a great person… I have known him for five years" Steve replied.
"What's your name?" the Witch asked.
"Steve Campbell, what's your name?" replied Steve.
"Jenny, I can't remember my last name…" replied Jenny.
"Can you remember who tied you up?" Steve asked.
"No, I can't seem to remember" Jenny replied and started crying again, Steve then wiped the tears away using his Handkerchief.
"T-Thank you" said Jenny.
"You're welcome… do you think you can cut through the rope if I take the handcuff's off you?" asked Steve, after a few minutes of silence Jenny the witch finally answered.
"Yes" was the answer, Steve then put the key into one the small hole and with a twist, Jenny's left hand was free.
"How old are you?" Jenny asked, as Steve freed her right hand and she then started cutting the thick rope with her sharp claws.
"Eighteen, do you remember your age?" Steve replied, as he watched Jenny cut through all the think rope as if it was butter and threw the torn up rope in the opposite corner of the room, and sat there quietly trying to remember her age.
Authors Note:
That's the end of chapter two, I hope that you enjoyed reading it and will read the next chapter.