RJ stumbled and Otis crawled through the droves of infected, before coming up to a large building, an insurance firm or law office back in the day.
"This place look good?" Otis asked as they walked to the door.
"Yeah, seems good enough." RJ replied as they entered, heading up the stairs looking for a decently high-up floor.
"It's been too long since we went out huntin' some weak little humans, hasn't it?" Otis asked before pushing through a door on the fifth floor.
"There you go again, underestimating them." RJ replied as Otis squatted in front of the large window in the same way a dog would.
"Pssh, humans ain't nothin' but nothin', they all end up running like scared little rabbits in the end." Otis said before turning to his smoker friend with a smirk. "Run rabbit, run!"
RJ rolled his eye and walked over to him, watching for a survivor. After a few bored minutes of waiting a girl walked up to the building, wearing a pink hoody and her brown hair in a ponytail. She was holding two pistols, but had a hunting rifle on her back. She was looking around with caution, but stood no chance of protecting herself from the two.
"She seems good, let's get her." RJ said before walking out and to the roof. He slinked up to the edge and spit out a little of his tongue, waiting for her to walk a little closer before he made his move. She dropped her hands to her side and walked a little closer, right into their trap.
RJ shot out his tongue and wrapped it around her, pulling her up to the window near where Otis was hiding.
"MMM, Louis! Help! Smoker!!" She screamed, shocking the zombie.
"What the hell…" He thought while looking down and struggling to hold his tongue around her.
Otis heard her scream and wanted this problem taken care of before this "Louis" guy showed up. He leapt through the window with a screech, clung to the girls body as they swung forward on RJ's tongue and began laughing as they flew back inside. RJ's tongue drew back into his mouth as he rushed back downstairs to join his friend and their food.
Otis was having fun ripping at her torso, but RJ had to end that and kicked him off. Without giving her a chance to recover he wrapped his tongue around her neck and twisted, snapping it and leaving her dead.
"Kill buzz, gotta end my fun!" Otis chuckled as he began digging into her flesh, ripping off strips and eating them.
"Did you not hear her shout for someone else? That means she's got backup, so hurry up and eat so we can leave." RJ replied.
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"Zoey! Zoey!" Louis yelled, running into the street with his Uzi prepared. When no sound came back he knew what had happened and sunk, waiting on his other teammates to arrive.
"Louis, what happened, where's Zoey?" Bill asked, blowing though a few normal infected with his M-16.
"She…I think she's gone…" The businessman replied as Francis showed up, shooting the head off of an infected the was approaching Bill.
"Too bad, I was just starting to like her." He said while resting his pump-shotgun on his shoulder.
"Hey man, have a little respect!" Louis scolded as they walked into the building and started looking for guns, ammo, or medkits. Once they'd blown through a few zombies they started up the stairs, going from floor to floor, carefully inspecting before they reached level five.
Francis opened the door to the dreaded room and saw her corpse on the ground.
"Shit, found Zoey, and it ain't pretty." He said as his team approached. Bill stared at the corpse with a blank look and Louis ran out of the room, the sound of vomiting being heard a second later. Francis approached the body, took the medkit off her back and one of her pistols before walking back to the veteran. Bill looked at him with a look of disgust, but Francis merely shrugged.
"Waste not want not, right?" He asked as they moved on.
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RJ and Otis walked back to RJ's little whole in the wall, Otis wanting to have another one of their riveting conversations, and RJ wanting Otis gone so he and Denis could have a little private time.
"So ya think we fucked up back their? I mean, who knows how many others she's got waiting." Otis asked as he crawled to the semi-open door.
"She only yelled one name, so probably just one other guy, and we can more than likely take him. After all, a smoker, a hunter, and a witch ganging up on one guy?" RJ replied, walking in as Otis walked off.
Suddenly a boomer came running (actually more of a fast waddle) up to them, yelling at the two in a panic.
"Please! I heard you had a witch! You gotta hide me!!" He yelled, trying to press past the smoker.
"Hey, what the fuck's wrong with you?!" RJ replied, pushing the fat zombie over in an attempt to protect him from Denise.
"There's these three survivors blowin' there way through everyone, I figured I could hide with your witch until they left!" The boomer hastily replied, getting back up and looking around. Gun fire, and a lot of it, could be heard in the distance, signifying to RJ and Otis that the woman they killed indeed had some friends.
The looks signaled that they needed to hide fast, and they did. Otis jumped into the dumpster next to him and closed the lid, while RJ quickly ran into his home.
"Denise honey, I need a big favor." He said while approaching her, crouching down and wrapping his arm around her.
"...What is it…?" She asked, RJ quickly planting a deep kiss on her and spinning her towards the door.
"I need you to cry." He said before getting up and walking over to the mattress and hiding in the shadows.
Denise had no idea why, but knew RJ wouldn't be messing with her. She fell to her knees and began crying heavily, the sound of gunfire coming nearer.
"Please! Help!!!" The Boomer shouted outside the door, pounding and trying to break through it before a loud shotgun blast and a wet explosion could be heard. The following sound was of a horde coming, screaming and rapid gunfire. Once it had cleared, it was clear who the victor was.
"Francis, lets check out this room." An older voice said as the door was slowly pushed open. What looked like a Vietnam veteran and a biker walked in, the old guy with an M-16 and the Francis guy with a shotgun. They saw Denise crying and slowly look up growling, the two slowly backing back out. Once He figured it was safe RJ walked out and kneeled down to give Denise a hug.
"Thanks Denise…I love you." He said before he felt her grip tighten around him.
"You…you really mean it…?" She asked, RJ nodding before being tackled to the ground. "I…I love you too!"
The two met in a passionate kiss, Denise already starting to tug off RJ's jacket as his tongue probed the inside of her mouth.
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Otis carefully poked his head out of the dumpster and took a glance around, seeing nothing but a mass of dead infected. He climbed out and crawled over to the door, gently pushing it open and exposing what appeared to be an empty room. He looked around, and noticed that his smoker friend was naked, his worn green jacket around his crotch and his witch cuddled next to him. They seemed to be asleep, and Otis thought it best to let sleeping dead lie and left.