A Loner
Chapter 2: The Special Infected
I made my way out of New York and found myself going to Pennsylvania. It was far and I had to stop for gasoline occasionally having to kill some infected. It's been a week being holed up in a safe house in Pennsylvania. The government officially went down. There have not been any broadcasts that informed me about the infection. I got up carrying my assault rifle I found from a military officer that was dead. I had gathered food and water at some market that was abandoned. It should keep me for a week more. I went out to a grocery and found a map. I read it closely. I was in Allentown and if I kept going south I would end up in Virginia. I got my car and filled it with gas when I heard a weird scream. Or shriek I didn't know. I got my nightstick out. Inspected my surroundings not knowing where the sound was. Then it kind of meowed like a cat. That's when something spit at me green acid. It burned like shit! I stepped out of it a bit of my pants burned and chased the weird thing. I killed it with one blow of my nightstick.
I turned the thing around. It was like a woman with sagging boobs a long mouth and radioactive spit like shit coming down the mouth. It looked tall and unlike other normal infected who weren't with special powers. I called it a Spitter and wrote all its features and what it does in my journal. Great now I had to worry about this thing and the infected. I was sure there were more of these. Spitters and other specials which must have other powers. From now on I had to be more alert.
While driving towards Virginia I thought why are specials coming out now? Then I realized it must be some kind of mutation. It took time. But a short amount of time. It's been a week and now they're rising. I wondered what the infected person did and that's why they became the mutated ones and others didn't. The spitter had a big belly and looked as if it was pregnant. Maybe the infected woman had died while being pregnant and the infection had caused something that made her a spitter with radioactive spit. I recorded it.
Another special! This is how it happened. My wheel broke down mid-drive. There was a spare it the back. So while I was changing it and getting ready to get back in guess what happened. This freak jumped on my shoulder humping me! He laughed and giggled weirdly. He was leading me towards infected far away from my car. I tried restraining myself. I shoved it at a brick wall it finally got off but tried to get back on. I shot it with my assault rifle. Killing it but attracting a horde. I ran to my car and drove as fast as I could. When I was clear I thought what that thing was. It looked like a midget hunched back with a curved spine. It looked like a jock all hunched and it also had some blue clothes on. They were ripped but the blue also reminded me of a jock. I called it a Jockie.
Great more specials! This one was big. It literally charged at my car breaking it down. It then tried charging me when I got out but I dodged it killing it with my nightstick. It had one big arm and another small. It seemed as if it will grab a victim with its big arm while charging and the when stopping pummeling it to the ground nonstop. Sure glad that didn't happen. I obviously called it a Charger.
I was without a car because of that Charger. Now I was walking. I estimated about an hour and a half before getting there but if I was driving maybe thirty minutes. Ughhh I hate the specials. In fact I found one. But this time I found it first before it got to me. It was fat. So fat and big it walked with a wobble. But he was in my way. Smack middle of road. I couldn't go offside into the woods cause, well, it's the fucking woods. So since it was fat I thought, this thing can't run! I was half right. It couldn't run but when I walked past it vomited on me. I couldn't see anything. It was easy to kill but when I did it exploded more bile. The thing was the bile attracted infected. I was running now. Running until I found a safe house. I waited there for the horde to pass. I ate drank then slept. I called this special a Boomer with good reason too.
Walking down the road I encountered several infected who I shot down. Then this hooded creature came crawling and pounced on me. It was going to scratch at me but I shoved it off and killed it. I had to take some pain pills. I saw that the creature could pounce incredibly far. I called him a Hunter.
Now I had my eyes peeled even more. Then this tongue like thing grabbed on to me and pulled me to this weird looking special. I cut off the tongue and killed the think who released smoke that made me cough. I called him a smoker.
After those encounters they kept repeating themselves. So I guess only six specials to worry about. Life is officially stressing.