Seityrn: Wahoo! Chapter 3's now here. Enjoy, or pretty much feel what Smokey feels
Valve owns L4D. I don't. Ok?
Chapter 3: Smoker's Struggle
Location: Anywhere
A coughing infected limped through the shadows, trying to catch up with these so called Survivors. This infected lacked the fighting capabilities of the hunter or tank; the horde calling vomit of the boomer or the lethality of the famous witch. More often than not, the only thing he caused was annoyance… and smoke, earning him the title: Smoker
Whipping his tongue to a survivor, he can begin dragging his victims towards himself. Usually, the survivors would wind up backtracking to rescue their comrade from him. As fun as it looked, annoying the living had its toll. He would often get shot, wounding his fragile body to the sometimes extent that he is forced to flee.
Once, he had the opportunity to capture a lone wolf. He did not let it go and immediately snatched the opportunity. The survivor looked in horror as a tongue came out of nowhere and latched itself to the living.
"No, no, no, no, NOOOOO!!!" the survivor screamed at the top of his lungs
The survivor was slowly dragged to the infected along the cold, hard ground stained with blood.
A familiar screech can be heard in the air, getting louder by each passing moment.
The Smoker did not mind of this as his victim was now before him. He then began to claw at the human mercilessly.
Suddenly, a hunter landed in front of the Smoker. He could only think of one thing right now.
'Damn kill-stealer…'
Seityrn: Annoying isn't it? Well, I'll try to update soon.