Annnnnnd (drumroll), chapter three! Woot! So, I feel kinda... iffy about this chapter but I think it turned out okay.

Also! I forgot to put this up last chapter buuuuuuut... thanks to my two reviewers:

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Entry 2

Okay, so a couple of days have passed. A long couple of days, let me tell ya. After we left the safe house it was pretty calm. Kill an infected here, run from a horde there... No big deal. And then, I met my first special infected. A 'Smoker'.

So, you know, I was just walking and enjoying the beautiful weather. It was perfect... Blue skies, fluffy clouds, the putrid smell of decaying flesh, ahh. Then a loud and disgusting cough came ringing through my peaceful state. And of course, me being my caring self thought it was Bill.

"Hey Bill, maybe you wanna lay off those cigarettes, yeah? That cough was awful!"

"That wasn't me, kid. I think we've got a Smoker around here. Be on your guard." Bill replied while scanning the streets.

Instead of taking his advice, I just kinda stood there thinking... What the hell was a Smoker? I shook myself out of my thoughts and caught up to the group since they were ahead of me.

"Hey! What's a smoke-AGH!"

Before I knew it, I was being dragged across the street towards a building. Yes, DRAGGED! I looked down to see what was pinning my arms to my sides and I freaked. I had a long and disgusting and slimy and-EEEEEK- tongue wrapped around my body. A tongue! At that point, I was too shocked to even scream.

"Smoker's got Annie!" Louis yelled. Yeah... Anything else, Captain Obvious?

The group started shooting at something above the building. And me? I was squirming and making gagging noises at the same time. Honestly, out of all the things... A tongue. Disgusting.

A few minutes later and the gang killed the Smoker. Slowly, the tongue fell slack and I was freed from its hold.

"Annie, are you okay?" Zoey asked me.

I couldn't even answer. I took one look at the tongue and shivered... Followed by a jump and the flailing of all my limbs.

"Looks fine to me." Francis answered with a smirk. Ah, Francis.

So, yeah. First encounter with a Smoker. Since then, I've been informed of other special infected. Like Hunters, and Boomers, and Tanks, oh my! Oh, and Witches... I've seen one. Not up close, thank the Gods, but in passing. Talk about the most creepy sobbing. You'd think we were in some scary movie or something... Wait.

Anyways, nothing else of interest has happened. We are currently walking down a street and heading in the direction of Mercy Hospital. I can see it in the distance but, it's still a few days travel. I can't wait to get there... I can imagine it now. Getting away from all this terror... Sounds great. Ah, peace and relaxa-

"Hoooorde!" Louis yelled.

Oh, great! After quickly pocketing my journal, I pulled my gun out. Everyone surrounded me since they knew I was the weakest. (Hey, I'm not complaining!) And then, we were surrounded.

All I heard were gunshots and pipe bombs exploding. My vision was blurry with all the commotion and my logical self thought it'd be okay to let my guard down. Honestly, I've been through this tons of times and I never learn! Ugh!

Suddenly, I felt a grip on my shoulder and turned to see a zombie getting ready to sink its teeth into my arm. I screamed, squeezed my eyes shut, and blindly shot at it. (Maybe not the smartest thing to do, but...)

SQUELCH.

I opened my eyes and there it was... A dead zombie with its rotten brain blown out. Fantastic.

I barely had time to thoroughly examine it though as more infected came rushing at me. So, screaming and shutting my eyes once again, I fired my gun randomly and nonstop. You can't blame me!

After a few moments I slowly opened my eyes. All the zombies were dead on the ground. I stared blankly for a minute before jumping up and down.

"Victory! Woohoo!" I yelled happily. Who's awesome? This girl! Mhhmm~

I turned to see the rest of the group staring at me with mixed emotions. They had already taken care of the horde.

"What?" I thought I did a great job.

Louis was barely containing his anger and shock before he yelled, "You were shooting with your eyes CLOSED!?"

I just kinda stood there with a sheepish half smile.

"Eheh... Whoops?" Then again, maybe it wasn't that great.

The group exchanged glances and then Bill walked up to me. He didn't say a word... Just simply took my gun and ammo. Then, he turned and started back on the streets.

It took me a minute to process what happened before I started to whine like a baby that got its toy taken away.

"B-b-but my gun." I snivelled while pointing towards Bill. That was my gun! Mine.

Zoey looked back to me with an apologetic face but kept on walking.

I followed the group with my head down. Yeah, I was upset! I felt special and then-BAM-my feelings crushed. I'll be sulking for a while.

"Hey, think fast!" Francis yelled.

I looked up and squeaked as a hunting knife came flying towards my head. Luckily, fate thought I needed another day to live and granted me a moment of cat-like reflexes. (Thank you fate~) So, I expertly caught the knife right before it was about to embed itself into my skull.

I lowered my hands and examined the knife. The design was fairly simple. Just a glossy wooden handle and metal blade.

I gotta say, I'm liking the new toy-HOLD UP. (Cue 'bright-light-bulb-above-my-head' moment)

"Francis, are you trying to kill me!?" Seriously! Who throws sharp objects at people? Apparently, Francis...

Oh, and the nerve he had to laugh at my outburst. Jerk.

Entry 2 cont.

So, that whole fiasco earlier was unexpected. Well, for me it was since I was writing in this journal. But! We made it to a safe house a couple of hours ago. It's nice to rest after a long tiring day. Oh, and stressful! Can't forget stressful.

Before I forget! You wouldn't believe what happened when we got here to the safe house. But it did happen, so I'll tell you.

We all got inside the room and barricaded the doors (like always). Then everyone went about their own ways.

Bill sat in a chair near the barred door to keep watch, Louis went to the restroom to relieve himself, Zoey decided to sit next to Bill's feet to keep him company, and Francis slid down a far wall to sit on the floor.

Nothing seemed off until I noticed a strong smell. I know, I know. None of us have bathed in days but I wasn't smelling our B.O. No, I was smelling the smelly smell of copper... Which in this case was blood.

Now, I can guess what you're thinking. How come no one else had noticed the smell of blood? Well, if there's something I can pride myself on, it's my keen sense of smell. I knew it'd come in handy for something other than food.

Anyways, that's when I saw Francis clutching his side. I quickly walked over and knelt beside him. I wasn't really thinking so I pushed his hands aside to get a better look at his wound.

"What d'you think you're doing?"

I looked up to see Francis pull his grouchy face at me.

"You're hurt and I'm trying to help you," I told him, "Don't argue."

I could tell that he wanted to protest but he relented. Mhm-show him who's boss.

So, with a smile, I retrieved a medkit and took out all the necessary items.

I quickly glanced at Francis to see him nod in approval before I lifted his shirt up-

Now, I know you're thinking dirty but it wasn't like... That. Ew. Francis is more like an annoying older brother but that didn't stop me from blushing a tiny bit. What can I say?

With the shirt out of the way, I could see the wound clearly. It was a bite mark... A huge bite mark that tore a bit of flesh. (Most likely because the zombie was yanked off by someone.)

I started to clean up the wound with disinfecting wipes. Surprisingly, it didn't look as bad once the blood was cleaned off. It was still nasty though. I put some anti-bacterial cream on the bite and stuck a gauze pad over it. And lastly, I wrapped gauze bandages around Francis' torso to secure everything.

I was pretty pleased with my work. Seriously, that was one of the most useful things I've done so far... That sounds bad. I was broken out of my thoughts when Francis spoke up.

"Thanks, Ann."

I met his gaze and smiled. Putting the supplies back in the medkit, I slid next to him. Slowly, the grouchy jerk put his arm around my shoulder. I, in turn, rested my head against his shoulder and pulled my journal out.

That moment remained in my memory. I mean, I know we are still gonna pick on each other... But it just shows we care.

And with that, I set my journal aside and fell asleep to the comforting sound of Francis' snoring in my ear.

Lovely.