Who Am I?
Chapter Four: No Mercy
Smoker glared at them all, he needed to seem vicious. And to them, he did.
"Zoey, take him outside and shoot him, we don't need his blood staining this new safe house. I have feeling we'll be stuck in this one for a while." muttered Bill. Zoey nodded and grabbed her shotgun. Smoker's eyes widened. He lost all urge to be vicious and became afraid instead. The girl dragged him by his feet to a small window. She shoved him out first and then crawled out herself.
Smoker's fear began boiling inside of him. What would Hunter do without him? Maybe I should beg, he thought to himself, Maybe I should attack? He looked at his bound ankles and wrists… then at her gun… attacking was a no.
CH-CLACK.
She loaded her gun.
"AH! PLEASE NO!" cried Smoker, he decided then begging was his only option.
"Hmph…" she said with a sneer, "So they do talk."
She rammed her foot into his side,
"HOW'D YOU GET IN?" she demanded.
She seemed more vicious than Francis.
Smoker didn't reply but instead thought whether or not he should answer her.
"HELLO? HOW DID YOU GET IN!" she shouted at him.
"The window-" whispered the infected.
She squinted at him.
"Which one?" she said calmer.
Smoker didn't reply again.
She kicked him harder in the side, "Which one!" she shouted.
"The ceiling window! The ceiling window!" he whimpered.
The girl aimed her gun at him, "Thank you-" she said smirking.
"DON'T SHOOT! PLEASE!" he cried.
She hesitated.
"PLEASE !" he cried again, "HUNTER!" he shouted in some attempt to alert his friend.
"HEY! No shouting! The last thing we need is more infected running around here!" she ordered.
Smoker swallowed staring at the gun.
"…Wait…" the girl looked at him with curiosity, "…did you say Hunter?"
He nodded.
"… There are more special infected around here? Oh god-" she put her hand to her head and lowered the gun. Smoker breathed a sigh of relief. She pointed her gun at him again though making his relief end quickly.
"Where are the rest of the special infected?" she demanded.
Smoker didn't know what to say. If he said anything Hunter would be in danger, if he said nothing, he'd be dead. Oh god oh god? What to do? What to say? Smoker panicked to himself.
"ANWSER ME GOD DAMMIT!" she yelled at him.
"I can't!" he yelled back.
"Why the hell not!"
"…" He stared at her in response.
"Excuse me! WHY THE HELL NOT?" she said even louder. Smoker was surprised Hunter hadn't found him already with all her screaming.
"I can't!"
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN! Tell me now!" She shoved the gun to his forehead.
"AH! He's my friend! I cant tell you where he is or else you're gonna shoot him!" he cried whimpering.
"Tell me where he is!" she demanded.
"I don't know!"
"LIAR!" she cried, she shot at his leg.
"AAAH!" he screeched. Blood poured out of his leg where she shot.
"TELL ME NOW!"
Smoker couldn't help it- but he began to sob sitting there. It was either he died or Hunter died- and all he could do was sit there, bleed and sob. The girl suddenly looked at what she'd done. She's shot him and made him cry within 5 minutes.
"My god- I am vicious." she muttered. She was still gonna kill him, but she couldn't help but to feel sorry. After all it wasn't his fault he got the infection…She waited there for a minute or two… just aiming her gun at his face. He was still sobbing on the ground, still bleeding.
She sighed and lowered her gun.
"I can't believe this." she whispered. She looked back at him. Wait wait! He's an infected- he'll kill you if you give him the chance- she thought.
"ALRIGHT! Get up you-" she said catching herself.
"I can't," he whispered hoarsely between sobs.
"…Oh … yeah… I forgot I shot you." she put her hand behind her head and stared at him. The sorry thing. First he gets the infection- then he gets shot- then I made him cry… nice going Zoey, she thought to herself. He looked young too. Younger than Zoey herself. It was weird seeing a young Smoker. They were usually well over 30. But this one could've been 17-18. Zoey suddenly was sorry for shooting him. She sighed.
She took a knife from her boot and came closer to him.
He gave a quick scream before she covered his mouth.
But instead of killing him she cut the binding on his wrists. She then cut the rope on his ankles.
"Alight go." she ordered.
He stared at his arms then at the knife.
"I can't." he whispered.
"Why- not-" she said almost about to scream at him again.
"I can't get up." he stated.
She stared at his leg. The wound was right above his knee- deep into his thigh. …Ouch.
She looked back through the window … the others didn't seem to notice she was taking so long. She looked back at the infected.
"I am in waaay over my head." she murmured. She dragged him by his good leg to the side of the safe house where there was a smaller room. She ignored his groans of pain from being dragged as she opened the window to it.
He looked at the small window. His crying had subsided by now.
"… I'm not going in there." he stated."Yes. You Are." she stated back.
She began to pick him up as he winced.
"Put me down!" he hissed.
"Shut up! If Bill hears you he'll know I didn't shoot you!" she whispered.
Smoker growled but didn't struggle. It hurt his leg to much. Zoey lowered him through the window into the smaller room, crawled through herself and closed the slightly cracked window. She then threw a rag over it so no one could see through.
"Alright- rules… Stay here. Stay quiet." she stated plainly.
"But Hunter will be looking for me-" growled the infected.
"I don't care- you're not going anywhere for as long as you know how to get into the safe house." Not allowing him to speak anymore she went through the door connecting to the large part of the building.
"Zoey! What took you so long?" asked Louis.
"Oh- I made him cry before I shot him." she explained.
The three stared back at her.
"You scare me Zoey." answered Bill.
She giggled, "No Mercy."
Author's note: ooodleooodleooodle. Im eating grapes :p Be jealous.