R&R people. Ive been having troubles recently, which is why it took a while to post this chapter.
Boom.
"What the hell was that?" The large, one armed infected, yelled. Something woke these two worn out individuals from
their much needed rest. Whatever it was, it had caused the whole building to shake. The more portly of the two got up
and looked outside the window.
"Well, someone blew something up." he told him.
"You think so, huh?" The charger replied sarcastically. He pushed himself up and stumbled to gain composure. "A
group of survivors, maybe? Judging by our lack of hunting experience, it wouldnt be too wise to try to go after them."
"You do whatever you want. Im bored so I have no choice but to chase after a group of dangerous uninfected
humans who will potentially kill me." Skylar shrugged, then put on his shades and began making his way downstairs.
His large and "in charge" (dont kill me) friend sighed and followed him soon afterwards. Once through the messy,
cluttered halls and down the bloody stairs, which were even more cluttered with commons roaming around, the duo
walk outside and make their way to the gas station. But they didnt know it was a gas station because neither of them
had the faintest idea what caused the explosion in the first place. But they still are going there anyway.
A few blocks of running and the two started having to step over debris. Lucky for Devin, Skylar even as a boomer,
was unusually fast. Considering he could run as fast as a speeding car when charging, this was quite helpful.
"Christ, there was hell of alot more than just once building blown up if theres this much rubble." Devin said.
"Looks like a tank went through here, dont see any prints or shit like that, though."
"Well then what else could have caused this payload of complete fucking destruction?" Just then, there was a loud,
almost hysterical laugh. Before either one of them could say anything, something lunges from a building top and wraps
itself around Devins head. "Ah! What the fuck? Get this thing off me!"
"Hi Devin! Long time no see heheheh!" the creature cackled. It pulled the poor infected around, causing him to
stumble in the direction he was leaning towards. Skylar was too busy laughing to bother to help him, however.
"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me!" Devin grabbed the odd special infected off of his head and threw him in Skylars
direction, missing horribly and falling over from the momentum of his own arm. "Ugh, what the hell."
The creature, now painfully obvious he was a type of infected, more importantly a horned infected, ran up to Devin
as he tried to get up. "Hey hey! Come on now, I didnt even force you around that hard!"
Devin gave the infected an annoyed look. Skylar spoke up next, "Okay, who and what the hell are you? More
importantly, how do you know his name?"
"You dont remember me? C'mon! Its me, Conor! Also Im a Jockey."
The two had dumbstruck looks on their faces. "My god, what the hell are the odds of finding HIM here?" Devin said.
"I have no fucking idea." Skylar told him. Conor as the Jockey was called, calmed down enough to explain.
"I followed some survivors who tried to camp out here! They had mines and probably didnt notice the gas station on
the other side of the building. What a bunch of idiots! I managed to kill them by riding one into an open area, and
sending the rest into panic when a horde came by!"
"Wait how did you survive all the explosions then?"
"Simple! I ducked under some sandbags in a garage nearby."
The charger face-palmed lightly so as not to break his own skull, then let out an exhausted sigh. "Alright whatever.
Look, we're heading south to find some decent shelter and maybe some survivors to mess with. Wanna come with
us?"
The hunched over Green Flu spawn jumped on on Skylars back, "Yeah! Sure! Other than what just happened, it gets
pretty boring around here!" Skylar yelled a few curses before grabbing the jockey and tossing him back to the ground.
"Alrighty then. Lets go; we've wasted enough time here." Then the three were off. Heading back on the path where the
original two special infected were going.
He jumped across the building tops. She ran on the streets below. The tall one maneuvered in the alleyways. They
managed to travel quite a distance, as the infected blood pumping through their veins allowed them to constantly be on
the move without tiring out. They knew they had moved from what they figured as California, to what is left of
Phoenix, Arizona. They tried to move at night, so as to avoid running in sunlight; It still heats their bodies to
unbearable temperatures.
"Judging by the thin strip of light in the distance," Eric yelled down to the others, "I'd say sun-up will be here in a half
hour or so!"
"Well lets get a move on it, then! I see a place we can stay at for the day!" Yelled back his Smoker friend.
"Hey! You think we could try to cross two states tomorrow ni-" Katie was interrupted as a large ball of green goo
landed on the ground in front of her, it quickly spread into a puddle. She stepped in it and could feel the acidic
substance eating away at the soles of her shoes. "Ow! What is this stuff?" She yelled with a mix of pain and anger in
her voice. The other two stopped in their tracks and turned around.
"Katie!" Daniel quickly ran over in her direction, but stopped when a second puddle formed in front of his feet. He
backed away. Finally Eric jumped onto a truck.
"What the hells going on here?" As he said this two grotesque looking, long necked infected stepped out of an alley.
The green goo dripping from their half-dissolved mouths. "What the hell?"
The first one gave a choked sounding laugh, then spoke up, "Hehe...look! I told you, sis! They have weird horns like
animals!"
The second infected coughed some acid up and talked next "I think we should show them a reason not to wander into
the boss' territory, dont you think so?" The first one cackled in agreement.
"Who are you and what the hell do you want." Eric said in a more demanding tone, rather than a questioning.
However, neither of the two 'Spitters' responded and the first one aimed upward, releasing a torrent of acid into the
air...