"Who are you?" The Witch hissed rather angrily.
He had better say the right things. Making a single mistake could cost his life. "I am a Hunter, looking for infected to start a pack with, so as to make survivor hunting easier. Im Eric." He was afraid, slightly, but he kept calm.
"And what makes you think you can just come in here and ask to travel in packs?" , the smoker said. "How do we know you arent just going to turn on us?" at the same time, the Witch gave a curious look at the mention of his name.
The young Hunter stepped out of the shadow he was in, then pulled his hood back. "What reason would I have, to betray possibly the only two people like me?" He had the regual grey skin, like all infected, Along with messy hair and orange tinted eyes. The two in front of him were suprised to see two small horns jutting from Eric's head. They held looks of hope and wonder.
The witch spoke up, "Wait a second, do you remember a group called KL before you became infected? You know on the, uh, internet?"
"Yeah, I used to be part of it. Why?"
"Oh my god, it's him." The Smoker said. Eric pulled his hood back over his head, then wondered what the Hell he meant by that. "Eric, its us! Remember?"
"Wait..." ,He looked at them closer, "Katie? Daniel? Holy crap, it is you guys!" The hunter jumped (normally) to his old friends and they all proceeded to share a moment of happiness. "What are the odds that I find you guys! I really cant believe it!"
The witch, Katie, cried some sobs of joy. Again, they sounded mostly forced, "We thought you were dead!"
"You think a couple of stupid, scrawny commons could kill me?" , He laughed, "Hey, I wonder if the others survived too..."
~~~~~Elsewhere~~~~
A Boomer and a Charger are both walking the road, heading south. The Boomer speaks up.
"How much longer until we're there?"
"Stop whining and just keep walking." , the Charger told him. "Its enough we got fucked over by a you , Skylar, I dont need the complaining." (A "you" referring to another boomer.)
Skylar, the boomer was appearently named, gave an annoyed look. "Hey, when something pops out of nowhere and you have no time to think about the consequences, and your only weapon is a goddamn sword, dont start complaining to me."
"Whatever you say, you snooty douche." The large, goat horned infected pinched the bridge of his nose, the best he could with his massively overgrown arm. All that work they did to survive, and the fat, nubby-horned imbecile next to him decided poking a common attracting puke-balloon zombie with a blade was the best idea in the world. He formed a bit of a headache at the memory of Skylar bugging him after their infection to keep his sword. 'Why Devin, why? Why didnt you just throw him at the wall when you had a chance?' he thought.
Skylar adjusted his Triangle Shades, "So, how do we even know if there will be packs, or whatever, down south anyway? Last I checked, this apocolypse started in Philidelphia."
"Skylar, commons, and you, may be stupid, but specials like me are obviously going to move where the infection hasnt spread. The place where it started is going to have less people there, than a place where normal humans will be an abundant delicacy."
"We dont have to eat people, remember, jackass?"
"I never said we did, nor have I ever said so before, you prick." the hulking infected retorted.
"Dont have a goddamn Tank, fuckhead."
"I hate you."
"I hate you too."
The three took time to catch up on what had happened that led them to meeting up in the hotel. They shared stories of how they escaped the initial invasions, getting weaponry and travel. About how they dealt with the loss of loved ones, and what flaws turned them into the mutations they are now.
As down as things seemed, there was one thing that kept their spirits up: being together, as friends. No matter what happens ,and in the future, will happen, nothing will keep them apart. Now they needed to work together. Because where they were going, it was only going to get tougher.
"New Orleans. There were several choppers heading there when I passed it up. It seems the south is a hotspot for infected. Maybe ones like us." Eric told the the two curious people in the room.
"New Orleans? Thats kinda far, and if its anything like you said, there will be alot of infected who wont like us, and survivors too. Armed survivors." Daniel replied.
"Still, we need to move on, staying here wont do any good. Maybe if we are lucky, we'll find a Military base." He looks over at Katie. "A witch scream will catch alot of unwanted attention in our favor." She gives a smile through the waterfall of tears, forced to flow. "Well, are we gonna get going or am I just going to have to go by myself?" The other two infected jumped to their feet immediately.
"Alrighty then! First idea sounds like a plan. Lets go!" Katie excitedley ran out the door, a beeline made to the lobby. The other two infected followed suit.
They all felt like they were ready to take on the world...and for their sake, they better be.
Second Chappy. Im going to keep this story going no matter what. Feel free to review and stuffs.