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"I really don't think this is gonna work…" Bog muttered.
Earlier that day, Aaron had found a tattered photograph of a small, female human. Of course, he had quickly thought up a plan that would liven up another rather boring day in zombie ridden city.
Aaron finished inserting the photo in a slot in the wall, and made sure everything was ready. "Trust me, this'll be great."
Aaron threw on the light in the building they were in, and hid behind a door in front of the photo. Bog watched from afar.
It wasn't too long before a smoker showed up, attracted to the light in such a dark town. Unlike them, however, this smoker was just as unintelligent as the rest of the infected.
It looked around the building, staying at a distance so it could have the upper hand if it happened to find a survivor. As it walked around the perimeter, it noticed the photo noticeable on the wall and its natural instinct kicked in.
It shot its tongue towards the picture and got a direct hit, but was shocked when the door suddenly closed on it. Not hard enough to break the tongue but not light enough for the smoker to retract the tongue. It was trapped.
"Told you it'd work."
The smoker just stood there for awhile, before it registered what had happened. It tried to struggle against the door, but to no avail. It had just accepted its fate when the door opened up.
The smoker retracted its tongue, but something went wrong. Instead, it started to get reeled in itself.
It was pulled inside the building, up a staircase (rather roughly), through a window, out onto a rooftop, dragged down into the streets, and into the sewer.
It kept its path, flying through waves of surprised common infected before being sent back up onto the streets. It got pulled around a park area before finally…
Crash
The duo stared at the unconscious smoker, growing a rather large bump on its head.
"You were right Aaron, that was amusing. "
Aaron was rather pleased with his plan: Tricking the smoker into being rendered helpless, and then stretching its lengthy tongue around the city before tying it to a street light.
"Think it'll be okay?" Aaron wondered aloud.
Bog scratched his head. Infected could have their limbs forcibly ripped off and still pursue some survivors. "I'm sure it'll be fine."
Chuckling, the tricksters walked off after untying the unlucky recipient of their prank.
The smoker stirred. It got up slowly and looked off into the distance, noting the two other smokers laughing and chatting as they likely headed back to their dwelling.
Infected may not have been too smart, but in circumstances like this, the smoker was sure he would remember them.
He would make them pay for what they'd done.
Looks like the two have made an enemy. The question is, when (if ever) will we see this smoker again? Only time will tell.
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