Louis tapped lightly on the door. "No! No one gets in!" shouted the man inside of the church's safe house.
"Sir, please. We're not infected," Louis replied.
The Church Guy grunted as he tightened his grip on the rope. "Not infected? Not infected? Prove it!" he hollered. "Ding dong! Ding dong! Dinner's served! Come and get it!"
The bell chimed as he pulled the rope. The Survivors' eyes widened in horror. Louis and Zoey began looking around for any infected in the oncoming horde.
Francis narrowed his eyes before pointing his finger at the red steel door. "I'm gonna tear that bell down and shove it up your ass!" he threatened.
Zoey's eyes stopped on the huge hole in the wall. Her eyes widened in horror when she spotted a horde of infected. "Oh god. Here they come!" she called.
The horde were in the graveyard. They were making their way to the church, ready to kill the Survivors there. The Church Guy, meanwhile, began to cough as the bell continued to chime.
The Survivors didn't realized the town is probably overrun until now. Louis, Francis and Zoey huddled in a corner, fighting off the horde. A smoker stood outside of a window. It let out a cough as it peered through the broken glass.
Francis backed up toward said window as he began reloading his shotgun. Just as he was placing the fourth shell into the weapon, the Smoker spat out its tongue. Francis'd heard it and spun around.
Before he could shoot, the tongue wrapped around him. "No, No, NO, NOOOOOO!" he screamed.
His teammates immediately spun around. Their eyes widened in horror when they caught sight of the Smoker. Francis was dragged out the window. Before he could reach the Smoker, Francis was pounced by a hunter.
"A hunter's on Francis!" Zoey yelled.
The Smoker, meanwhile, turned, then try to flee, but Louis killed it. He and his teammates coughed. Francis called for help as he tried to push the Hunter off. Zoey fired several shots into the hooded creature before shoving the Hunter off of Francis.
Francis scrambled to his feet as the brunette female finished it off. He looked around. His eyes landed on the Hunter's body, which lied beside the hole in the wall opposite from him. "That one is mine," Zoey mocked playfully.
Francis rolled his brown eyes before a smirk appeared on his face. Louis ignored them as he continued to kill the infected. He ceased fire to reload his M16 as he and his teammates went back to their corner.
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"Get offa me!" Bill snapped, placing his hands on her chest.
He pushed her off, before sitting up. The Witch stared back, startled by his yell as she got into a sitting position. Bill brushed himself off before turning his gaze back to the Witch.
She lowered her gaze as she placed her hands in front of her. One hand was on top of the other. Bill blinked before saying, "Watch where you're going. I could've slammed my head into something and gotten a concussion."
The Witch looked up at the sound of his voice. Wait, he wasn't mad that they kissed? Maybe Bill does like her! The Witch tilted her head to the side as she looked at Bill.
She doesn't know what con-cusshin is, but if it means something bad will happen to Bill's head, then she'll have to prevent it from happening. The Witch doesn't want anything terrible happening to him. Bill removed the beret from his head, revealing the short, silver hair.
The Witch watched as Bill placed a hand on the back of his head, while he picked up the flash light with the other. He removed the hand from the back of his head, then placed it in front of the ray of light. To his luck, there was no blood on his hand.
Bill let out a sigh of relief as he lowered his hand from the light. "Bah-eel?" the Witch suddenly called.
The veteran immediately turned toward her, pointing his flashlight ahead of himself. When the light made contact with her face, the Witch let out a cry, closing her eyes before shranking back. When she was sure she'd gotten out of the light, the Witch opened her eyes.
She narrowed her eyes as Bill lowered the light. "Sorry," he said quietly.
She let a low groan, but was glad that Bill had apologized for nearly blinding her. Bill turned back to his beret. He grabbed it and was about to place it back on his head. Suddenly, Bill felt her bony arms wrapped around him
Bill immediately turned his head. The Witch had a smile on her face as her eyes seemed to glow brighter. He shifted in her arms, causing the Witch to relax her grip. Bill began wondering why she was so obsessed with him.
Was because of his looks? His leadership skills? His ability to handle firearms? Bill had learned those skills during his years in the service.
As he thought, the Witch stared at him. She wondered what he was thinking about. Was he thinking about her? The Witch hoped so.
She decided to get his attention again. The Witch reached her hand towards his. She managed to grab his hand without stabbing it. Bill snapped out of his thoughts as she placed his hand on her thigh.
She then placed her other hand on top of his. "Bah-eel," the Witch started.
She raised a hand, then pointed a finger at her eye. The Witch lowered her hand, then pointed at her chest. Her finger nail barely missed her chest. She then pointed at Bill, all the while, moving her lips.
The only sounds that came out of her mouth were moans. Bill's face twisted into confusion after she finished. The Witch began rubbing his hand as she waited for his response.
Bill didn't reply, so the Witch leaned a little closer to him. Bill snapped out of his thoughts before gazing into her eyes. He didn't bother to remove his hand from her thigh. The Witch blinked, wondering if he understood what she'd gestured to him.
Bill picked up the beret with his other hand and finally placed it back on his head. The Witch decided to try again. She did the same gestures again, but when she pointed at Bill, she said his name. Bill remained silent as he removed his hand from her thigh and stood up.
The Witch blinked as she rose to her feet. What is she trying to tell me? That she loves me? Bill thought as he tightened his grip on his flashlight.
Little did Bill know that the Witch is trying to tell him that she loves him. The Witch frowned as she realized Bill didn't understand her. If he knew, then maybe he wouldn't be so harsh on her?
She wondered if he wanted to be loved. If so, then the Witch will give Bill all the love she can provide. The Witch reached out and grabbed his arm.
A sound escaped Bill's throat as he lowered his gaze. A smile crossed her lips as the Witch pulled him closer. Their faces were so close that their noses were touching.
His heart began to beat a little faster. "W-what are you going to do?" Bill asked, raising his arms.
The Witch didn't reply. If she can't tell him she loves him, then she'll show him. The next thing she did surprised the war veteran.
The Witch leaned on him as she pulled him into a romantic kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, pinning his arms at his sides. Bill's eyes widened in surprise as he stumbled.
He managed to regain his balance, but had lost the grip on his flashlight. It fell from his hand. When it made contact with the floor, the flash light clattered. The light flickered, threatening to shut off.
Bill slowly lowered his arms, but still stared at the infected with wide eyes. Before he knew it, they'd departed. Bill straightened up, his eyes appearing to bug out of his head. His face was blank, but was having mixed feelings about the kiss.
Bill blinked repeatedly. A smile crossed her lips before the Witch shyly turned away. The kiss may have been short but the Witch had enjoyed every second of it. She didn't know what Bill was thinking.
Was he mad that she kissed him? The Witch wished Bill would tell her how he felt. She kissed me, was all he thought about as he stared back at her.
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The three Survivors had been going through the seemedly abandoned town, still searching for Bill. Francis wasn't really helping. He just wanted to get to the river and steal a boat. The Survivors would search any the buildings they could gain access to collect useful items and to, hopefully, locate their missing teammate.
"God dammit, Francis. Why didn't you stop her?" Louis asked suddenly as they stood in a parking lot.
Zoey had exited a building after discovering the only useful items there were ammunition. Louis and Francis had already searched that building. Francis ignored Louis' question as he turned around.
There were a few infected wandering in front of some houses. Most of houses were boarded up. One house, however, wasn't boarded.
One of the windows were opened, allowing the cool air to enter the house. Francis decided to check the house for supplies. As he made his way to the house, Louis, demanding an answer from his teammate, followed.
As they approached the house, the infected indiviuals heard their footsteps and snapped their heads toward the duo. They immediately became enraged. The infected charged at the duo.
Before they could reach the Survivors, Zoey took them out with her hunting rifle. Louis and Francis turned back to see the large smile on the youth's face. "You're welcome," she said, lowering her rifle.
The men opened their mouths to reply, but were interrupted by a sound. They immediately turned toward the sound. Whoever made that sound was heading their way.
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Bill, who'd been snapped out of his thoughts, went over to a window. He peered out. He was trying to see if he could spot any of his teammates or anyone else for that matter. He had heard two gunshots that sounded awfully familiar.
It sounded like those shots came from a sniper rifle. Bill wondered who fired those shots and why. He didn't have long to think about that. Suddenly, shouts, shrieks and groans filled the night air.
A horde! "Son of a bitch!" Bill hollered, spinning around.
He knew he couldn't take on the horde, since he doesn't have firearms. How can I protect myself? Bill thought.
His eyes scanned the room, looking for something he could use. His eyes landed on the flashlight he'd dropped earlier. Maybe Bill could use it as a weapon. Just then, he had another thought.
The Witch could protect him. Bill turned back to her. She was examining him from head-to-toe with her eyes. "Witch, I have an idea," Bill said, as he went to retrieve his flashlight.
The Witch blinked as she turned her gaze back to his face. Does everyone in his team address her as "Witch?" She remembered the biker calling her that more than once. The former college student also called her that.
The third Survivor didn't seem to call her anything, the Witch thought. Whether they called her that or not, she didn't like the nickname. "If you fend off the horde, then we can find my team and, if I can convince them, you'll be able to tag along," Bill explained, cutting into her thoughts.
Her eyes widened as she gaped her mouth. Bill wants her to join his team after the Witch killed them? For all she knew, Bill could be lying to her. Suddenly, Bill heard the window shattered.
He whirled around - just in time to see three infected citizens began climbing through the window. "Shit!" Bill swore under his breath, picking up his flashlight.
He turned back to the Witch with a terrified expression on his face. The trio had entered the house. The zombies lunged at Bill, their hands balled into tight fists.
The Witch's eyes widened when she took notice of them. She quickly moved in front of Bill, who'd turned back to the infected. The trio finally reached them.
The Witch slashed them with her nails, killing them in one blow. Bill watched, pointing his flashlight at the window. I'm surprised my light ain't affecting her performance, he thought.
A moment later, more infected entered through the window. The horde would attack the duo from different sides: the broken window, the front entry, or from a hole in the left wall that had been created during the attack. Just like before, a hunter, smoker and boomer chose Bill to be their target.
It was a little harder for Bill to fight them off, since he was completely weaponless. The flashlight didn't provide him much protection. A boomer emerged from the front entry.
Bill whirled around as it approached him. He rose his forearm, then struck the Boomer's chest. The Boomer let out a groan as it stumbled back. The Witch turned around at the sound of the other infected's voice.
She raised her forearm, then lunged at the Boomer. Bill backed up as the Boomer regained its balance. The Boomer let out another groan as it charged at the veteran. Bill kept backing away as the infected raised his stubby arms.
Bill's back suddenly made contact with a wall. He raised his forearm as the Boomer reached him. The Boomer let out one last groan before gaping its mouth. Bill was preparing to strike the infected.
Suddenly, he saw something at the corner of his eye. Bill quickly shifted his eyes. What he saw made him gasp. The Witch, standing beside the Boomer, had her arm raised, ready to attack it. Bill opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
Before he knew it, the female infected had struck the Boomer, causing it to explode on them. Both of them stumbled. Bill was covered with Boomer bile, but the Witch managed not to be splashed by any of it. Within a moment, more common infected appeared.
The Witch stepped in front of the veteran, then attacked the infected when they reached them. A smoker suddenly appeared, letting out a cough. Bill immediately turned toward the Smoker at the sound of its cough.
The Smoker spat out its tongue. Bill was able to make out the form of the Smoker as the bile was evaporating off his face. He didn't have enough time to react as the Smoker's tongue wrapped around him.
Bill began making choking sounds as he dropped his flashlight. He grabbed the tongue, then struggled to free himself from the Smoker's grasp as it dragged him toward it. Before he could reach the Smoker, Bill heard a shriek. His eyes widened in horror when he realized that a hunter was nearby.
Bill turned in time spun to see the Hunter soaring through air, heading toward him. Before He could react, the Hunter crashed into the Smoker. The impact caused the Smoker to stumble back, loosening his grip on the elder. Blood had splashed onto the Smoker just as the Hunter let out its final shriek.
Bill broke away just as the Witch lunged at the Smoker. In a few slashes, the Smoker was dead. Bill blinked a few times before shifting his eyes toward his savior. The Witch looked at him as blood dripped off her nails.
Bill felt relieved for being saved, but wondered why the infected was still willingly to protect him, even though he'd left her a few times before. "You didn't have to do that," he said, standing up straight.
The Witch smiled in reply. Soon, more common infected arrived. As the fight went on, Bill suddenly thought he heard more gunfire. He tried to listen out for the gunfire, but the groans from the horde and the Witch's shreeching were drowning out any other sounds.
Bill moved away from the Witch as he continued to listen out for the gunfire. He went over to another window, which had been broken during the attack. Bill peered out, being careful of the remaining glass shards in the frame.
He looked around. The war veteran didn't see anything. Bill blinked as he thought, I could've sworn I'd heard gunfire. I know I ain't crazy. My teammates should've arrived here by now.
Suddenly, Bill felt arms wrap around him. Bull-fricking-horseshit! he yelled mentally, thinking he was being grabbed by another smoker.
Little did he realized that the Witch'd grabbed him, then picked him up. She held him bridal style. Bill wondered where the Witch was going to take him as she spun around and took off.
The Witch pressed him tightly into her chest as she picked up her speed. The Witch realized this house was no longer safe. She would have to locate a safer place for them.
The emaciated female headed for the back of the house. The horde's remainder gave chase. Bill tried to watch, but she kept moving. That's when he realized he had left his flashlight.
God dammit! That was the only weapon I had left! Bill thought, looking down at his gun holster. Now I can't see and this house is frickin' pitch black!
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Most of the horde had run pass the Survivors as if they weren't there. The trio turned toward the direction where the horde had been heading to. The citizens were entering the house through the front door or windows. It was the same house Francis was about to search.
Some of the infected had broke away from the horde and decided to attack the Survivors. The Survivors took them out before turning back to the house. Why was the horde going into that house? Do they even know the Survivors aren't in that house?
Something was attracting them to that house and none of them knew why. There was only way to find out. Louis lead the small group toward the house, shooting any infected that stood in their way.
When they reached the house, Zoey and Francis entered it through one of the broken windows. Louis entered through the front entry. They scanned the room with their flashlights. Zoey was the first to notice the lone flashlight.
She went over to it. The brunette crouched down, lowering her pistols. "Come on, Zoey. We gotta go," Louis called.
She turned toward him as she snatched up the flash light. Louis and Francis stood in the hallway. The biker was smacking an infected plumber with the side of his shotgun. The man's skull let out a loud CRACK as his brain splattered onto a nearby wall.
As the body slid down, Zoey approached her teammates. "Hey, boys. Look what I found," Zoey said, raising the flashlight.
Both men looked down at it. They both blinked in unison before exchanging glances. "Who could have left their light behind?" the Junior Systems Analyst asked.
Zoey lowered the light before shrugging. Louis turned to Francis. "Maybe whoever had it was attacked," Zoey guessed, examining it. "The light still works and I don't see any visible scratches on it."
"Then where's the body?" Francis asked, pointing his light back into the front room.
Zoey and Louis exchanged glances. Francis was right. Where was the body? If someone had gotten attacked, their corpse will be near the flashlight.
Maybe they were lucky and had the chance to get away? Francis turned back around, lowering his light. "That could be Bill's flashlight," Louis guessed, cutting into the biker's thoughts. "After all, the town hadn't held out and we haven't seen or heard from anyone since the church incident."
Zoey's eyes lightened up. "You're right, Louis," she said, looking down at it. "It looks very identical to ours and I haven't seen any other flashlights around here."
Zoey began to wonder why their absent teammate would discard his flashlight. "That Witch's probably making out with him," Francis said, cutting into her thoughts.
She and Louis turned toward him. Zoey narrowed her eyes at him as Francis smirked. "Or she could have ripped him to shreds," he added.
"Then why she did kidnap him?" Zoey questioned. "She could have easily killed him during the Tank attack."
Suddenly, they heard the sound of a door slam. The Survivors turned toward the sound. "It sounded like it came from the back of the house," Francis said, pointing his finger through the hall.
Zoey raised her pistols before making her way toward the back room. Francis followed, close behind. Louis, on the hand, hesitated. He didn't want to believe whoever had slammed the door was not a Survivor.
Although, he couldn't shake the bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. It could have been the wind, Louis thought, trying to calm himself down.
For all they knew, there could be a special infected behind the door, waiting to strike. Zoey noticed Louis wasn't following and turned around. He stood where he was, thinking. Zoey took a step toward him.
"Louis, come on. It's this way" she beckoned.
Louis frowned, but didn't reply as he made his way toward Zoey. The two Survivors then hurried over to their teammate. Francis had opened the back door when they reached him.
He stepped through the doorway, raising his shotgun. Louis and Zoey followed, after the latter lightly pushed the former toward and out the door. Francis scanned the area as he travel along a barb wired fence. There was hardly a backyard.
The fence lied a few feet in front of them. The trio searched the yard and even ventured into the neighboring yard. They were looking for whoever had escaped through the back door. For all the Survivors knew, they could be wasting their time.
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The door slammed shut after Bill entered the shed. He placed his hands on his knees as he bent over. Bill began to pant as the Witch made her way to him. She placed her hand on Bill's shoulder as perspiration beaded down his face.
After a moment of panting, his heart's rapid beating began to slow to normal. Bill gazed up as the Witch moved her hand from his shoulder. She reached her hand toward his face. Bill stared at her hand for a moment before shifting his eyes toward her face.
A smile crossed her lips as the Witch gazed into the veteran's ocean blue eyes. She placed her hand on his face and began to caress his cheek. Bill raised his arm, then wrapped his hand around her wrist. The Witch blinked.
She was surprised Bill hadn't reject her caress. Maybe it's because she's imagining this? A moment later, the Witch lowered her arm. Bill straightened up, then wiped the sweat from his brows with the sleeve of his jacket.
Just to be sure they were safe, the Witch went over to a window. As she peered out, Bill ventured deeper into the room. There was a small, round table in the middle of the room. Two dirty counters lied beyond the table.
A bottle of pills and a first aid kit lied on the counters. Blood stained papers laid disarray on the dengy and stained carpet. Bill went over to the medical supplies. As he pocketed the pills, the Witch turned back around.
She was sure there was other infected area, even though she didn't see anyone when she'd peered out the window. The Witch spotted another window near Bill. She went over to it as Bill picked up the med kit. He had gotten injured during his trip to the shed, which is the same place they're currently staying in.
Bill began to heal himself as the Witch peered out the window. She looked around the area. From what she could see, the coast was clear. The Witch let out a sigh of relief.
The duo was safe... for now. She turned back to Bill as he finished healing himself. The Witch was still wondering if Bill loves her. He hadn't rejected her recent affectionated actions toward him. She wished she knew how to ask him, but she doesn't know if she could say anything other than his name.
She decided to try to ask, despite her lack of communication. The Witch reached out and grabbed his hand. Bill turned his head toward her. "Bah-eel, d-do..." she began.
Bill's face twisted into confusion as the Witch struggled to speak. "D-do... Bah-eel... luhh..." she trailed off.
Bill blinked as he stared at her in bewilderment. What the hell is she trying to say? he thought.
The Witch went into her thoughts. Should she finish her sentence? Should the Witch tell Bill she loves him? Yes, she should!
If the Witch doesn't tell him now, then she may never get another chance. She pulled him closer as her glowing eyes gazed into his ocean blue. "D-do Bah-eel luhh W-W-ich?" the Witch asked, although she disliked the nickname.
Bill narrowed his eyes when she'd said "luhh." The Witch blinked as she waited for a response. "What the hell is 'luhh?'" the veteran asked suddenly.
The female infected gasped in surprise. Bill doesn't know anything about love? That can't be true. Maybe no one has loved him in such a long time, the Witch thought.
She turned back to him. "Do Bah-eel luhh Wich?" the Witch repeated.
It was within that moment when Bill finally realized what she saying. She was asking him if he loved her. Bill gaped his mouth.
Why the hell is she asking me if I love her? Bill asked himself mentally. Is it because of those kisses we shared? The first one happened because she didn't watch where she was heading!
The Witch had widened her eyes as she waited for his reply. She raised his hand to her mouth, then kissed it. Bill watched as the Witch lowered his hand, then flashed him a big smile, showing off her rotten teeth.
Bill's feelings toward the infected were confusing him. If I really cared about her, then wouldn't I stay with her and not leave when given the opportunity? Bill thought, shaking his head. She had been very helpful, though. I just don't know what to believe now.
Bill shivered as a light breeze blew into the place through one of the opened windows. The Witch frowned, thinking Bill doesn't love her. Maybe I'm losing my mind, the veteran thought, letting out a sigh. She wants an answer, so here goes nothin'.
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Twenty minutes later, the three Survivors arrived at a boathouse. As they entered the house, the trio noticed a radio. The radio lied silently on top of one of the four counters. A first aid cabinet was on a wall beside the counters.
The cabinet was closed. There were two sinks and a pile of ammunition on top of the other three counters. A window boarded with planks stood above the counters. As the Survivors searched the room, they spotted two crates beside the front entry.
On the crates were an assault rifle, automatic shotgun, and a pistol. They collected more ammo and healed each other with the first aid kits. The trio also searched the house. All they found were pipe bombs and cocktail molotovs.
The explosives were located on a table on the second floor and on a few crates located on the balcony. Zoey and Francis strapped one pipe bomb onto their thighs, while Louis decided to get a molotov. There was also a turret on the balcony. "Big ass gun here," Louis commented as he took notice of the weapon.
He was about to admire the turret when Zoey called to him. Louis turned. She motioned with her hand, beckoning him to follow. Louis hurried over to her, then the Survivors made their way back to the stairs.
As the Survivors descended back into the front room, the radio suddenly came to life. The trio froze on the steps as they turned toward the radio. At first, all they heard was static.
Francis pushed pass his teammates. He was about to examine the electronic when a voice began to speak. "If there is anyone out there. This is John and Amanda Slater," said the voice coming from the radio. "We are a small fishing vessel anchored off Riverside. Please respond."
Louis and Zoey exchanged glances. Francis went over to the radio, then snatched up the microphone. Zoey watched as the biker raised the microphone to his mouth. Louis, meanwhile, went over to the window above the counters.
He stood beside Francis as he peered out. Louis repeatedly blinked as he spotted a shed. He wondered if there was more useful items in there. Maybe their missing teammate was in there?
Louis wanted to go check it out. He turned back to his teammates, wanting to tell them about the shed. "Hello. This is the cops," Francis lied, deepening his voice.
"Holy shit, Honey. Someone survived out there," John said to his wife. "and they say they're cops! Hang in there, Survivors. We'll come get you in ten minutes. Arm yourself for the trip and tell me when to head out."
Francis turned around. The two youths nodded, as if telling him to go ahead. He turned back to the radio. "We're ready," he said.
"Alright, Survivors. We'll be there in ten minutes," John explained over the radio. "Make sure you clear the area. I don't want our first act of kindness to be our last."
The radio went silent. Francis turned back to his teammates. He opened his mouth to speak, when the shouts of enraged individuals filled the air. The Survivors spun around, raising their weapons. "They're coming!" Louis yelled.
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The Witch stared at the veteran with wide eyes. She still can't believe what he had told her. Her eyes were moist. Maybe I shouldn't have said that, Bill thought, taking a step back.
He was going to take another step back when the Witch grabbed him, then pulled him into a hug. She squeezed Bill tightly as big, hot tears began streaming down her face. Bill began choking as the Witch sobbed loudly. The Witch raised her arms, then placed her hands on his back.
When she heard him choking, she loosened her grasp. The Witch gasped. She didn't mean to squeeze him so hard. Bill began coughing as he tried to pull himself out of her grasp.
The Witch, realizing he was trying to pull away, decided to pull Bill closer. Before he could react, the Witch began crying into his shoulder. Bill gazed down at her.
The shoulder of his jacket was becoming soaked from the infected's tears. After a moment passed, Bill's breathing was back to normal. "I thought I'd told her what she wanted to hear?" Bill thought out loud. "I thought she wanted me to care about her?"
The Witch looked up at him upon hearing his voice. Her cries ceased. She repeatedly blinked as she realized he wasn't lying. Maybe he does care about her, the Witch thought. Bill shifted slightly.
Suddenly, the Witch's hands began traveling down his back. Bill flinched as her hands reached his mid back. The Witch let out a moan as she closed her eyes. Bill's eyes widened when he realized what she was doing.
"Ahh. Not now," he said as he managed to pull out her grasp before the Witch's hands could reach his lower back.
Bill adjusted the bottom of his jacket. He went over to a window as the Witch opened her eyes. What does Bill mean by "not now", she thought as she turned toward him, lowering her arms.
The Witch blinked as she narrowed her eyes at him. Bill ignored her glare as he gazed out the window. He let out a low gasp when he took notice of a horde of infected. Not only there was a horde outside, but the infected were charging toward the boathouse.
Bill had a feeling as to why they were going into that boathouse. There's probably other Survivors inside, he thought, watching the horde enter the house. How come I haven't noticed that boathouse before?
The Witch stared at him with wide eyes, wondering what's happening. Bill wondered if there was any firearms around as he searched the place. To his misfortunate, there was no weapons in the shed. "Shit," he swore under his breath as the Witch went over to him.
Another cool breeze blew into the shed, making the veteran reached for the zipper of his jacket. The Witch, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. The temperature had seem to drop, making the night air cooler. "Bah-eel?" she began when she reached him.
Bill's hand stopped in mid air as he turned back to her. The Witch wiped the remaining tears from her face. "We gotta go," he said, lowering his hand. "This place is no longer safe."
The Witch blinked. "W-Wich.. ahh, Bah-eel?" she asked, meaning to say, "and" instead of, "ahh."
She was surprised he wanted to stick with her. Maybe the veteran is finally realizing they were meant to be? Suddenly, the duo heard distant gunfire. They exchanged glances.
Bill and the Witch both heard it at the same time. Maybe those Survivors could help them? The Witch, however, wasn't looking for anymore humans. She wanted to be left alone with Bill and feared if there were Survivors inside of the boathouse, then they may take him away.
Bill turned back to the Witch. He suddenly grabbed her hand. The Witch let out a low gasp she felt his palm on the back of her hand. She stared down at their hands for a second, not believing what she was seeing.
She blinked repeatedly before looking back at him. The Witch noticed a smile had crossed on Bill's lips. "It's okay, Sweetheart. I won't let them hurt ya," he told her soothingly, as if he had read her mind.
The Witch didn't reply. Why did he suddenly grab her hand and called her "Sweetheart?" And what's with the smile, anyway? The Witch thought Bill hated her for being this ugly creature.
Maybe Bill had been thinking she was going to kill him? Maybe she finally convinced him that she's not like the other infected and would help him. What ever it was, the Witch shook her head as she believed she was definitely imagining this.
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Author's note: That's it for this chapter. This chapter would have been longer, but I thought I was taking too long to update. I had started on the chapter a while ago, but when I read part one of the Sacrifice comic and I saw a video that had inspired this story, I stopped writing.
I didn't touch this chapter, until two days ago, when I decided I should finish this. Again, it may be another disappointment. Ah, well. It may take a while for the next chapter.
P.S: The art style is ugly, in my opinion. I was never a fan of comic book art styles.
