A/N: This challenge. Some of these things are difficult to fit into the setting, but I think I've got this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead or the characters/world therein.
30 Day Challenge 10: With Animal Ears
Something important had happened. Francis knew that much, but it was a blur and his head hurt like a fucking sonofabitch. The more he tried to think about it, the worse the pounding in his skull got. He could practically hear Zoey teasing him for hurting himself from trying too hard to think. He frowned at that, suddenly wondering where that girl was; where anyone was, really. He couldn't see anyone. It was dark all around him. What the hell happened?
Turning around revealed darkness, darkness, more darkness, and absolutely nothing else. A frustrated growl tore from the biker's throat as he started walking aimlessly forward, "Heeeeey! Is Anyone Here?!" He cuffed his hands around his mouth in an attempt to make his voice carry, "Heeeeeeeellooooooooooooo!"
An answer came from behind him, in the form of a laugh that sounded at once familiar and foreign, "What are you howling about now?"
Francis had never turned around faster in his life. He was prepared to yell at the person, or demand answers from them, or something, when his gray eyes widened and recognition set it. It was Zoey. Except, it wasn't Zoey. It was like Zoey if she were some kind of... fox... thing? He had always thought she was a foxy lady, but the furry brown triangles sticking out of her head were a little much. It was actually tripping him out to see.
"Well?" The fox-Zoey smirked and sashayed closer to the biker, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing their bodies together as soon as she could. Her ears twitched, the soft fur tickling the large man's face as they did so. She asked again, "What are you howling about?"
"Uh..." Slowly, strong, tattooed arms wrapped around Zoey- that was Zoey right? That, or she was the weirdest zombie yet. At least the others had the decency to look dead when they died. Inked skin twitched, expecting to feel a bushy tail along with the ears. Sure enough, there it was. The biker frowned, "I was alone."
"Oh?" Zoey-fox laughed against Francis' neck, "You know I wouldn't leave you."
She may have been some crazy fucking animal person or some shit, but it was still Zoey, and hearing that from her made the biker smile. "Good." The feeling of something twitching on his head caught the biker's attention. "...what the...?" A hand removed itself from his foxy lady to feel at whatever had caused the odd sensation.
His hands felt two triangles of soft fur poking up from his skull. Just like Zoey. A twitching at the base of his spine informed him that there was probably a matching bushy tail sticking out of his backside. Gray eyes widened, trying to figure out what the hell was happening. He opened his mouth to ask, but- before sound came out- Zoey had moved one of her hands lower to rub at the spot where the tail and his back met. Francis couldn't stop his eyelids from falling to half-mast as his brain stopped whatever it was doing to lazily recognize that he suddenly felt good. Maybe they were freak-people or something, but fuck it. That felt nice.
The feeling ceased instantly, replaced by a sharp stinging in his cheek that shocked the biker awake. He sat up on what must have been the most uncomfortable bed on the planet- even counting some of the shit things he slept on while trying not to die by zombie- in what looked like a tan tent. Next to the bed was a very concerned looking woman in scrubs and a far-too-content-for-her-own-good Zoey. At least she didn't have fox ears this time. Cautiously, a large reached up to feel his head. A little warm, but no fur-ears. Good.
"What the Hell is going on?" The biker frowned, just as confused as he had been before.