The Witch stumbled through the corridor, on the verge of tears. Twenty minutes have passed since she went looking for Bill. She seemed to have no luck in finding him. She entered a room, then slumped onto a wall, unable to push herself any further.

There was no use in continuing to search for him. Bill was long gone. The Witch's legs gave out, which caused her to collapsed onto the floor. She looked around, changing her sitting position.

As she expected, the Witch didn't see the war veteran. A sob escaped from her throat as her eyes began to water. She couldn't believe it. The infected woman finally met someone she thought who looked like her favorite actor.

The closest person she had to Sean Connery - and she lost him. Bill had been missing since she fended off the horde. The Witch moaned as the first few tears fell from her eyes. She bowed her head as she began crying.

Her cries echoed throughout the dirty corridor.

Bill had drifted off to sleep, laying on the floor inside of the safe room. Although he was no longer with her, the Witch managed to invade what little dreams the senior had left since the zombie apocalypse had begun. Before falling asleep, Bill told himself he should forget about her. For some reason, however, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

He didn't like her, and yet, the infected woman was on his mind since she ran off twenty minutes earlier. Only after he kept thinking of her, Bill managed to fall asleep only for a few minutes before the sound of someone's voice awakened him. His eyes fluttered open. Through his blurred vision, Bill saw two legs in front of him.

He shifted his eyes. He spotted two more pairs of legs. The veteran wondered if he was seeing things. He pulled himself into a sitting position, rubbing both eyes.

As he did, he heard another voice. This time, it was clear and sounded familiar. Bill repeatedly blinked, lowering his hands as his eyes readjusted to the light. Just then, another person spoke.

"Hey, it looks like the Old Man ain't dead," said the person.

Bill turned toward them. His eyes widened as he realized who stood in front of him.

"Zoey, Louis, Francis!" he cried.

He was surprised to see his teammates in the room with him. Bill remembered them dying, and yet, they were somehow alive with no signs of injuries. He usually would reply to Francis' jokes with a remark, but he was too shocked to say anything else. Louis walked over to the veteran, noticing the shocked expression on his face.

"Bill, are you okay?" he asked.

Bill slowly turned his head toward him. Louis was equipping an assault rifle. A medical pack was strapped onto his back. Zoey was equipping two pistols and had a hunting rifle strapped onto her back.

Francis was equipping an automatic shotgun. He had used the last first aid kit on himself while Bill slept. Bill repeatedly blinked as he stared at his teammates. Louis frowned.

"Are you okay, Bill?" he repeated.

Bill didn't reply.

Just a few minutes ago, I was alone in this room, he thought. I thought they were dead. How did they end up in here?

Zoey moved closer to Louis.

"What's wrong with him?" she asked.

The Junior Systems Analyst shrugged. The veteran heard her question, and decided he should speak. He didn't want his teammates to think he was losing his mind. Although, he wondered how they magically appeared inside the room, despite the barricade he had on the door.

Bill sighed before speaking.

"I'm fine, Louis," he said, trying to sound reassuring. He grabbed his assault rifle, then rose to his feet. "I'm just a little tired."

Once Bill was on his feet, he looked at his teammates one-by-one. Zoey blinked.

"Guys, don't we have a helicopter to catch?" she asked.

Francis turned around.

"Yeah, we do," he replied, making his way toward the other safe house door.

Bill didn't barricade that one because he was going to use it to enter the hall. The other survivors also turned around. They noticed Francis standing in front of the safe room door. He unlocked the door, then turned back to them.

"Come on, ladies; let's go," he beckoned before opening the door.

As he stepped out the room, Zoey and Louis hurried over to the doorway. The elder hesitated. He began wondering if the Witch was somewhere within the hospital walls.

She could have left the hospital, and climbed over that barricade back on the road, Bill reassured himself.

Though, he wasn't so sure about that. The former college student, noticing Bill wasn't following, turned around. Her teammate stood where he was, thinking. She took a step toward him.

"Are you coming, Grandpa?" she asked.

Bill snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing that. He frowned, but didn't reply. Instead, he followed Zoey into the hall. Francis and Louis were shooting common infected as they searched other rooms.

Zoey joined them. Soon, the survivors began traveling through the hospital, trying to find a way to get to the rooftop. During that time, Bill wanted to know how his teammates were resurrected. He was about to ask, but immediately told himself who would answer such a crazy question.

Instead, he, despite what he'd told himself, began wondering where was that witch.

The Witch was sitting on the floor in a room, located in a hallway near an elevator. Tears fell out of her glowing eyes as she moaned. The reflection of her could be seen in one of the salty tears as it fell from her face. The tear crashed onto the ground, exploding into millions of smaller droplets.

The Witch continued to cry. She wiped her face with her arm as she realized that she may never see Bill again. He could be anywhere within the hospital walls, or he could have left the building while she wasn't looking. He could have, somehow, gotten over the barricade.

If so, how come the Witch didn't see him leave? She didn't have any answers for any of her questions. She buried her face in her hands. She didn't care if she scratched her face with her nails.

The infected woman assumed having a scratched up face was not worse than losing her object of affection. She continued to cry for several moments longer. Suddenly, the Witch heard gunfire. She immediately stopped crying.

She lowered her bony arms, listening to the gunfire. A moment later, the gunfire ceased. She repeatedly blinked, wondering who was in the corridor. The Witch suddenly had a thought.

She wasn't sure if this thought was true, but there was a possibility that Bill was in the corridor. The grey female considered if she should go check. After all, whoever is out there might still be around. That is, unless they had already got inside of the elevator.

The Witch stood up, then turned toward the doorway. She suddenly remembered that the elevator made loud noises, which attract a horde of infected. So, that means that the person couldn't have gotten on the elevator. She decided to check if that person was still around.

The Witch made her way toward the doorway. Before she could exit the room, she suddenly heard loud noises. At first, the infected was confused about where it was coming from. When she heard angry shouts from an oncoming horde, she realized the person had called the elevator.

The Witch also realized that the elevator shaft will arrive soon, so she had to hurry. She hurried out the room - just in time to see the horde arrive. She turned toward them as they headed toward her. The hallway shook as if an earthquake was taking place.

The horde of common infected ran pass their brethren as if she wasn't there. She watched as the horde reached the end of the corridor, and then disappear from view when they turned the corner. The Witch was about to follow, when she heard gunfire. For a moment, she was relieved to know that the person - who she was hoping to be Bill - wasn't dead, but then she suddenly realized something.

If she was to follow the other infected toward him, then he may mistake her for one of them and kill her. Even though the infected woman really wanted to know if the veteran was around the corner, she decided to hang back and wait for the elevator shaft to arrive. By that time, the person would focus more on trying to get on the elevator than killing infected.

Meanwhile, the survivors stood near the elevator, shooting and shoving away infected. The walls on either sides of the elevator were nothing more than huge holes. The horde would attack them from different sides: the broken walls, the vent, or from the corridor. Bill's skin had crawled when he and his team heard a witch crying.

Her crying had stopped just before he and his teammates ceased fire the first time. Bill wondered if the witch he'd heard was the same witch from earlier. If so, why had her crying stop? Did the gunfire startled her?

How come she didn't come out and attack?

Bill told himself, If it's the same witch I saw, then she may only attack if she sees my teammates as threats.

Little did he know that same witch was around the corner. The survivors continued to fight the horde. A boomer emerged from the right wall, letting out a warning moan. Zoey turned toward it upon hearing its moan, only to be covered in its bile.

"Yecch!" she groaned.

Bill and Louis were also covered in the bile. Francis stood near the left wall. He turned his head toward them as the boomer began scratching Louis with its rotten nails.

"BOOMER!" he shouted, firing three shotgun shells into the boomer's stomach.

BOOM! Instantly, the infected exploded, splashing its remaining bile onto the biker's teammates. The three survivors stumbled back from the explosion. A moment later, another horde arrived, attracted to the survivors only because they were covered in boomer bile. The three survivors got into a corner, then began blindly shooting.

Francis assisted them from where he stood. His assistance didn't last for long, though. Suddenly, a hunter pounced him, knocking him onto his back. His shotgun flew from his hands, and landed beside him as the infected began digging its nails into his flesh.

"Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!" the biker cried, trying to push the hooded infected off.

From somewhere nearby, he heard coughing.

The Witch heard the cries for help, but the voice wasn't familiar to her. She realized that the moment the person let out the first cry. She also heard a female's voice a moment earlier. She was beginning to believe that there was more than one survivor at the elevator.

If so, maybe there was a possibility that Bill was with them. Little did she know how right she was. The Witch wanted to check, but she knew the horde wasn't defeated yet. She kept hearing the gunfire, and the man calling for help.

The infected female didn't know how much longer she could wait. Her patience was beginning to run out. Suddenly, the human's cries for help ceased. The Witch repeatedly blinked.

Did the person die, or was he saved? Before the Witch could try coming up with an answer for that, she heard a noise. She knew where this noise was coming from. The elevator shaft had arrived, and its doors were sliding open.

She knew now it was time to approach the survivors, for if the infected didn't, they were get on the shaft and leave without her ever knowing who they were. A dozen more common infected ran pass her. The Witch didn't care if the survivors mistake her for a threat. She had to know if Bill was with them.

She raised her arms, then spread them out. As she prepared herself to leave, another thought appeared in her mind. The survivors may not want to attack her as long as they could get on the shaft and ride to safety. The Witch decided she would let out shrieks just to warn them.

The infected woman waited for the other infected to disappear from view.

"Elevator's here!" she heard the man, who had been pounced by a hunter, called.

"Get to the elevator!" Bill commanded.

He didn't have to tell Francis that, for he'd already entered the shaft. Louis also had entered the shaft. Their two teammates were shooting the remaining infected in the room. As the last infected dropped dead, Bill and Zoey collected more ammunition from the table in front of the right wall.

Just then, the survivors heard shrieking. They turned back to the corridor just in time to a witch emerge from around the corner, her arms outstretched. Both survivors' eyes widened in horror. Louis stared out the shaft with a mixture of surprised, scared, and confusion on his face as he spotted a witch running toward them.

Francis was also staring out the shaft.

"Who the hell startled the witch?" he demanded.

His friend shrugged. He decided to call out to his other teammates.

"Guys, get inside the shaft... now!"

Bill and Zoey immediately spun around. Both of them began making their way toward the shaft. Little did they know that none of them had kill the smoker. The smoker, loudly coughing, emerged from the left wall.

It noticed only two of the four survivors were running toward the elevator shaft. It didn't know what happened to the other two - and it couldn't care less. The smoker decided to grab one of them.

"Gahhh!" the smoker cried as it spat out its tongue.

The tongue stretched toward the veteran and the former college student just as they were entering the shaft. Zoey didn't know that she was the smoker's target, until its tongue wrapped around her mid-section.

"No, NO, NOOOOO!" she screamed, losing her balance.

She fell backward, dropping her pistols. The smoker began reeling in the young woman as if it had caught a fish. Bill spun around upon hearing his friend's scream. His eyes widened when he not only noticed Zoey being dragged across the floor toward a smoker, but the witch had reached him.

He immediately shifted his blue eyes from Zoey to the emaciated infected. For a brief second, all he saw were her glowing eyes. Bill had forgotten about his two teammates in the shaft behind him. Everything went very fast.

One second he was staring face-to-face with the witch. The next second, he was standing inside the shaft with Louis and Francis, staring at the doors after they slid closed. It took the war veteran a long moment to realize that Francis had pulled him inside of the elevator shaft. It took him another moment to realize that not only they had left Zoey to die, but if he wasn't pulled into the shaft in time, there was no telling what that witch may have done to him.

Bill repeatedly blinked, staring ahead. Francis and Louis stood behind him, waiting for their destination. The elevator shaft was beginning its ascend as the old man slowly turned around. He noticed Francis was whistling while Louis wiped perspiration off his forehead.

He narrowed his eyes at them.

"What the hell was that for?" Bill demanded.

The brawny man stopped whistling, then shifted his eyes toward him.

"Hey, I just saved your ass," he replied calmly. "That witch was about to kill ya."

Bill shook his head.

"Not that. I was asking why the hell did we leave Zoey to die?"

Before Francis could speak, Louis spoke up.

"Zoey? She's still down there?" he asked.

Bill nodded. The younger man's eyes widened in horror.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit!" he cried, becoming frightened.

"Relax. There's still the three of us," Francis told him. "Besides, there was no way we could have saved Zoey when that witch was practically in our faces."

The Witch was actually in Bill's face, though. Bill shuddered, realizing that.

"Well, at least we escaped from her," Louis said, a little calmer but still frightened.

Little did they know that the Witch was following them.

As the shaft rose, the Witch pried the elevator doors open. She looked around the area. On one of the walls were long, thick cords. She ran over to them.

Upon reaching them, the infected grabbed the sides of the cords, then began climbing. She started shrieking as she ascended the cords, trying to catch up with the shaft. The shaft was getting farther away from her. The Witch was furious with that man, who had snatched her Bill into the shaft with him.

She believed he, and the other man she'd spotted standing beside him, had kidnapped the veteran. The infected didn't know why, but if those men won't free him, then she will not hesitate to kill them. The Witch was determined to get inside of the shaft, even though, it appeared that she had no chance to catch up with it.

The climb was very long and exhausting, but that didn't matter to her; for infected do not become tired, and she was very infuriated. The Witch kept climbing the cords, until she reached the top of them. By the time she did, the shaft had already arrived at its destination. She hopped off the cords and landed on the top of the shaft without much trouble.

The Witch loudly groaned as she walked over to the square-shaped opening on the roof of the shaft. Upon reaching the opening, she peered down into it. To her surprise, she didn't see Bill or his "kidnappers." She decided to enter the shaft.

The Witch hopped down the hole. She landed on both feet inside the shaft. She looked around the shaft as she stood up. None of the survivors were around.

The elevator doors were open. Blood stained the middle of the shaft's floor. Panic began to build inside of her. The Witch couldn't believe it, but she had lost Bill again.

This time, she knew how he went missing. It seemed to be that when the Witch had her eyes on him, Bill would be there. Once she turned away, Bill will vanish. That's when the Witch came to a conclusion: if she kept on her eyes on Bill, then those kidnappers can't easily take him away.

If only she could find him again. She realized she may never see the Vietnam War veteran again. The Witch looked around frantically, then covered her ears with her arms. She began screaming as she took off running, exiting the shaft.

The three remaining survivors thought their path to the safe house was going smoothly - until they ran into a tank.

"TAAANK!" Louis had shouted.

The survivors were shooting and trying to dodge the tank's attacks. There wasn't a lot of the room in the incomplete corridor, so they kept getting hit by the tank's punches. The survivors had a chance to run away from it, until the tank kept throwing rubble at them. They couldn't run away from it now, since they have low health.

To make matters worse, since there were no walls on the left side of the hall, the survivors had to watch where they step or they would fall to their deaths. The tank had used that to its advantage. It had caught up with Louis, the survivor it was after, and punched him. Unfortunately for Louis, he had stood by the edge.

So when the tank had punched him, he went flying off.

"Ahhhhhhh!" he screamed as he flew out of view.

Bill and Francis both stared in horror. They had lost another teammate. The horror of it all was beginning to sink in for the remaining survivors, especially the old man. It was happening all over again; Bill's teammates were dying off, one-by-one.

He knew that the biker was next. Once he was dead, Bill will have to deal with the infected all alone.

Unless I have that witch with me, he thought.

Bill was about to scold himself for thinking about her. A sudden noise snapped him out of his thoughts. It wasn't the tank's roar, Francis' shouts, or the gunfire; it was something else.

It was familiar, but he couldn't make out what it was. Francis backed up as the tank lunged at him. He fired at it as the tank lifted one of its muscular arms. Bill was shooting the enraged infected from behind the biker.

The veteran kept hearing the noise. At first, Bill thought he was imagining the noise getting louder, but when he had ceased fire to reload his assault rifle, he knew it wasn't his imagination. With the area more quiet, he was able to recognize the noise. The noise was actually screams he had heard before.

Bill began shooting more rounds into the tank as Francis was, unintentionally, heading toward the screams. The tank chased after the biker. Suddenly, a witch appeared. Bill watched in confusion as she whiz passed Francis, her ears covered by her arms while screaming.

The biker slightly stumbled back. The brawny infected continued to pursue Francis as if the witch hadn't pass them. A thought struck Bill as the witch approached him.

The witch followed us? he wondered. I don't believe we'd done anythin' to startle her, unless...

Another thought struck him.

This might be that witch.

Little did the Vietnam veteran know he was right. At that same moment, the witch had reached him. Bill took a step back, but it was too late. The witch ran into him, causing the veteran to stumble back from the impact.

Bill nearly dropped his M16 as the infected woman tried to push pass him. She ended up pushing him toward an edge. The Witch turned her head toward the person she had run into. Her screams suddenly stopped as her eyes widened when she realized who they were.

She lowered her arms as she realized Bill was standing right in front of her. He stared back at her as he adjusted the weapon in his hands. The Witch stared into his ocean-blue eyes as Francis, meanwhile, was still being chased by the other infected.

He shot the tank a few more times, killing it in the last shot. The muscular infected's corpse fell forward, nearly falling onto the biker. Francis jumped back just as the tank's body made contact with the floor. He stared down at it for a moment before a smile crossed his lips.

"I told you, Bill," he began, looking up. "These damn vampires can't - "

What Francis saw made him trail off. The Witch had wrapped her bony arms around Bill, hugging him. A smile had crossed her lips. The tattooed man stared in disbelief.

It took him a moment to say anything else.

When he did, Francis asked, "What the hell? A witch is hugging you, Bill?"

The senior shifted his eyes from the Witch to his teammate. The biker took a few limping steps toward the duo as Bill narrowed his eyes.

"What does it look like?" Bill snapped. "Of course she is huggin' me!"

Francis stopped limping.

"A vampire likes Bill, eh?" he said, more to himself. "I know Bill is decomposing, but I didn't know his scent of decay attracts undead chicks!"

"You can't even spell decomposing, Francis," the old man said.

The biker blinked.

"So? At least I don't have a witch with her arms wrapped around me," he replied. "The bitch is so damn bony, like a supermodel - but nowhere near as sexy."

The Witch, by this time, was groaning. It was bad enough Francis and Louis - even though he was now dead - had taken the veteran from her. The former had to make it worse by not only insulting her man, but insulting her, too. She turned toward Francis, glaring at him.

Maybe the tattooed man was trying to make the war veteran not like her, the Witch realized. If he convinced Bill enough, he would leave her. She didn't want that to happen, especially since another Sean Connery look-like could be thousands of miles, if not more, away.

The Witch had to stop Francis. She had to shut him up, and she believed what she must do in order to achieve that. The brunet raised his shotgun as a wave of pain spread throughout his body.

"C'mon, Bill. We c-can't hang h-here all day," he winced. "W-we got a fricken chopper t-to catch."

Francis resumed approaching Bill and the Witch. Suddenly, the latter let out a growl. Francis shrank back, startled. He wasn't expecting that.

The infected woman continued to growl as she readied herself to attack. The biker repeatedly blinked, lowering his firearm.

"Do you have a death wish?" he demanded through gritted teeth, his eyes now on his teammate. "Leave that witch alone."

Bill scowled.

"Me? She's pissed off with you," he told Francis.

Francis scoffed.

"Whatever," was his reply as he tried approaching them for the third time.

The Witch's growling grew louder as she violently shook her arms. In any moment, she would attack. Francis stopped walking, within a few feet from them. He raised his automatic shotgun again.

"This'll shut her ass up," he muttered, pointing his shotgun at her chest.

Bill's eyes widened when he realized what the biker was about to do.

"Francis, don't!" he yelled.

Too late; Francis had pulled the trigger. Instantly, when the Witch received the shot, she stumbled back. She cried out as she bumped into the veteran, nearly pushing him off the edge. He staggered back, raising his arms, trying to regain his balance.

Francis blinked.

"Bill, what the hell? You were supposed to - "

The Witch's sudden shriek interrupted him. Francis shifted his brown eyes from his teammate to the female infected. She wasn't dead, but now she was enraged.

"AHHHH!" the Witch screamed, lunging at Francis.

The biker immediately began firing his weapon, backing away from the approaching infected. Some of his shots missed her. When the Witch reached him, she slashed his neck. She had enough force in her slash to decapitate Francis.

His severed head went flying as blood gushed out his neck. His body fell forward. Bill had watched the whole scene in pure horror.

His hands shook as he held his assault rifle when he yelled, "I didn't sign up for this shit!"

The Witch looked around, as if she expected someone else to come along before turning back to the remaining survivor. She noticed Bill's skin had paled. She knew he needed comforting. She began heading back to him.

The war veteran's eyes shifted from his teammate's corpse toward his blood dripping off the woman's nails. Bill wanted to move, but it seemed like his legs weighted a ton. The situation had gone from bad to worse. First he had lost his teammates - twice - and now, he was unable to move.

Fear had frozen Bill's brain.

The Witch has me where she wants me, he thought miserably.

Author's note: That's the end of the second chapter. Yup, I decided to continue this after two people wanted me to. Sorry for the long wait. I had no internet up, until this past Monday. Tell me what you think and I hope you had enjoyed this chapter.