Who Am I?

Chapter Three: Survivors

BANG!

Hunter ran over to Smoker, "DID YOU HEAR THAT!" he cried in disbelief.

"Shh! Shh!" hissed Smoker in response. They both turned their heads to the direction the noise came from. It was just behind a row of buildings they were facing.

Smoker's curiosity over ran him suddenly. The urge to know what it was hit him.

"… Let's go check it out."

"… Smoker …I. I don't think we should."

"But. We HAVE to! What if it's a threat? We need to know!"

Not giving Hunter a chance to reply- Smoker turned away and pranced into one of the buildings. Hunter sighed, but reluctantly followed. Smoker peered over a window with his shorter friend just behind.

"Another infected huh?" announced an older man, nudging his foot into the side of a dead hunter. … Hunter gulped at the sight of it.

"This town is bound to have hordes of them, Bill." said a bald one, he turned to face the window in one of the buildings. Smoker and Hunter ducked with a gasp of breathe.

Smoker couldn't help but to cough.

The only female in the group perked up her head.

"…Smoker! I heard a smoker!" she beckoned to her team.

They all widened their eyes with alert.

Smoker covered his mouth and lead Hunter into the next part of the building. Half the walls were gone from this room- and the window here was almost as shattered as the one in the faded blue house.

BANG!

A gun shot was fired again. Hunter peered through a crack in the wall in some attempt to find out where the bullet went as Smoker tried to hold back his coughs. Hunter peeked through the cracked window again. The group was in a circle formation all pointing guns to the outside. They walked in a backwards motion towards a road. They were on edge, you could tell. They were all jumpy… and paranoid. All four of them.

"Phew- good- they're leaving now let's go back and-" Hunter looked around the room. Smoker was gone.

~meanwhile~

"Zoey- Speed up-" ordered Bill.

"I will! I will!" she promised.

Smoker was not far behind clinging to the walls of buildings, and hiding in the shade, as the group of four formed a circle and ran. They kept looking around in twitchy motions and always had their hands on their triggers. Smoker was trying to be careful… but it was so hard when he just wanted to observe what they were doing.

They made their way into a large building… they used the words 'safe house' to describe it- then they began to barricade windows and doors. Smoker followed through a window. The building was maybe one of the only ones in the whole city that still had four walls. Boxes piled here and there.. Useless junk in the corners. Smoker quietly moved into the shadow of a stack of boxes. He stared as the people pulled and pushed large things into place. Their skin… it was pinkish… and tanish… not green at all… and it was smooth... No flesh wounds. Their clothes weren't tattered. Their body parts were… normal. These were most certainly survivors assured Smoker to himself. They resumed their panicked circle form… their hands ready to shoot anything that made noise.

Smoker studied them for a moment. … They had blood stains here and there… One was a dark color… not the pinkish tan like the other ones… and he was bald too. There was an older man… with whiter hair and a heavy 5 o' clock shadow… large bags underneath his jumpy eyes.

"Bill! Get those boxes over there- there's one more door here-" beckoned another. This one was strange looking. His face rugged, with a stubble and leather jacket to match. Smoker decided he didn't like the way he looked. His features were hard to his face and he was the only one who didn't really have a look of fear. There was one more … the only girl in the group. She had a red jacket… Brown hair… very regular looking, except for her face. Smoker stared at her for a while. She looked weird he decided. Smoker turned his attention to the whole group. What a strange bunch.

Suddenly a light hit Smoker's eyes and he backed away into the shade quickly. He looked up at the source of the light and found that the boxes that were shielding him were almost gone. There were only two left.

"Bill I need some help over here, come get this box!" announced a voice from the other side of the box. Smoker panicked- he searched his eyes to any shade that there might be near by. Anything he could hide in. He couldn't attack four survivors on his own. He swallowed hard and peeked around the corner of the crate. The older one…Bill, he supposed, came over to the last box in the stack. He dragged it away or at least began to when Smoker decided he had to attack. He jumped from behind the box and landed on the old man.

"AAAAH!" the victim screamed.

Smoker hissed at his face strangling him with his blistered tongue as he felt stabs into his side.

"GET IT OFF ME! IT'S A SMOKER!" cried Bill.

"HOLY SHIT!" cried the bald one, "I thought we barricaded the doors!"

The girl clad in red ran over and pulled smoker off of him kicking him repeatedly.

"ZOEY! DAMMIT! Use your gun!" cried Bill as Smoker's tongue still was wrapped around his neck. The infected released his grip on the old man and got to his feet. He began to run to the window he came through when a hand grabbed at his ankle, causing him to fall flat on his face.

"GAH! Hisssss-" growled the infected. He swiped his short claws at whatever grabbed him to find it was the girl. She dragged him by his foot into the middle of the group's circle formation. Soon enough the infected found himself with bound hands and feet.

Smoker looked at them all- their guns all pointed at him even though he was already tied.

"How'd it get in!" asked the man clad in leather.

"I don't know, Francis. Ask it!" snapped the girl.

"Zombies don't talk!" responded Bill.

Smoker growled at the word ZOMBIE again. He hissed his tongue at the old man for saying it, but he couldn't attack. Smoker was so confused. Four guns pointed at him, no way out, what now? Where was Hunter when he needed him!

Author's note : Smoker mad... SMOKER SMASH :D