I always find myself drawn back to this story and always have this little itch in my mind to finish it. Maybe because it is my favorite game of all time and I just love the idea of a special infected truly being special. I have to admit I don't really write this story with a plan in mind. Each chapter is a new idea and I love it. Anyways, on with the story!

Disclaimer: Left 4 Dead is not mine.

Chapter 3: Messin' with the Witch

Zoey's POV:

The pain in her head was a small comparison to the horrible smell that entered her senses when she came into consciousness. Breathing through her nose was sickening and breathing through her mouth wasn't much better.

Finally cracking her eyes open she was assaulted with the face of Francis glaring down at her. She saw his eyes immediately light up and felt his arms release from under her and drop her on her ass.

She let out a cry of surprise and immediately began yelling at Francis. "FRANCIS YOU ASSHOLE! YOU COULDN'T JUST SET ME DOWN?!"

"Well sorry, but I've been carrying you for an hour and you were making my arms sore." Francis stated arrogantly as he casually began to walk away pulling the auto-shotgun off of his back and around in front of him.

There was a moment of deathly quietness before Zoey's icy voice penetrated the air. "Are you calling me fat?" Francis froze where he was standing and his whole body became rigid as Bill and Louis took a wise step away from Zoey, who seemed to have a dark aura forming around her.

Francis turned swiftly around and began stuttering. "I…no…that's…I-I…just-wait…err!" Sweat was beginning to form on his forehead and he was trying to unnoticeably make his way around the corner. Zoey continued to calmly stare at him, until he took off running down the tunnel and disappeared around the corner.

Slowly a smile formed on her lips and she took in her surroundings. "No wonder it smells so god awful…" She grimaced as she looked at the dank subway station that surrounded her with who knows God what was living down here. Her stomach churned as she immediately redirected her attention to Bill and Louis who were picking up the three pipe bombs on the corpse of a dead soldier nearby.

The smile died on her face as she stared at the mangled body. It was obvious what had killed him as she could see the deep claw marks littering his body and face. One leg was completely absent from the scene and she could only hope that it was torn off after he passed. The contents of his stomach were spilled on his lap and appeared to be gnawed on and dried out. Reaching out to the body she grabbed the dog tags around his neck and yanked them off.

"Ronald M. Hannigan a.k.a. The Boulder"

Zoey couldn't help but smile as she quoted a character from a cartoon. "More like the pebble." Louis looked over at her. "What?" Her head snapped over to him and her face slightly heated as she realized she was talking to herself

"Nothing I was just thinking out loud." Laughing nervously she grabbed the pipe bomb from Bill and started walking the direction Francis headed. She knew she shouldn't laugh and make jokes, but it helped keep her spirits up and block it out. Avoiding the pile of bodies on the floor she came around the bend only to see Francis venting as he stared at the Witch blocking their path. He laughed as he kept flicking the light on his shotgun on and off pointing in her direction. She would become infuriated and begin to rise only to slowly cry again as Francis clicked the light off.

Zoey glared at him as she smacked him hard in the back of the head which earned a string of curse words from him all pointed toward her. She looked down at her pistols only to find she had 20 bullets left, not near enough to last through a horde. She looked over at Francis who was still sending her death glares.

He immediately caught on to her look and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm out." He stated calmly and went back to messing with the witch. Her eyes traveled to Bill and Louis who were just rounding the bend and she became more frustrated as she stared at the UZI'S in their hands.

Suddenly a noise in front of her caught her and everyone else's attention as a Boomer rounded the corner behind the Witch and stalked toward them. Everyone's thoughts immediately centered in the same bubble and Bill let loose on the Boomer with his Uzi.

Chunks flew as the Boomer exploded and the slime that was his blood covered the Witch and made her stumble forward. Francis, Louis, Zoey, and Bill were sprinting toward the door, behind the bile-covered Witch, when she let out an ear-shattering scream. Her red-orange eyes snapped to the survivors and she began her chase after them swinging her claws wildly.

As the Witch got closer she picked her target staring at Louis. He let out a yell of panic and quickened his pace, effectively passing Francis. Francis stared daggers at his back. "I hate black people." He stated in one fluid motion as he turned and cracked his shotgun across the Witch's face as hard as he could. The impact sent her reeling and blood burst from her lip and nose as she let out a cry of pain.

Jumping at the chance Francis went to land another blow to the side of her head, but swallowed hard when she grabbed the shotgun and yanked on it.

"Francis, what the hell are you doing?" Bill asked aggressively as they were all piled at the entrance of the door waiting for him. Francis glared at the Witch as he tried to rip the shotgun from her hand.

"I want my damn shotgun." He said a vein popping out on his temple as he pulled as hard as he could.

"Francis, your favorite shotgun is in here though…the pump shotgun!" Zoey yelled grabbing the shotgun and holding it up. Francis eyes began to sparkle. "HELL YEAH!" He yelled excitedly as he released the shotgun, which caused the Witch to fall on her ass, and took off toward the safe house door at the end of the caboose.

Slamming the door shut behind them they heard the Witch have a spas attack before her screams became distant and finally non-existent. "Thank God that's over!" Louis said smiling and sitting down in the floor. Three nods of agreement were returned before they each sat down.

"So why did we not just wait on the roof for the night?' Zoey asked as she looked at Bill.

"To dangerous kiddo, Smokers are everywhere and a Hunter could easily climb up there." Bill stated as he reloaded his gun.

"Besides after we came down and got your ass there was no point in going back up. How the hell did you get knocked out again?" Francis said pulling a dirty magazine from his pocket and beginning to look at it.

Zoey was startled for a second as she recalled the whole ordeal with the Hunter earlier and was surprised she had almost forgot about it. She laughed "I slipped." She said smiling and scratching the back of her head.

"You're lucky that hunter ran off instead of killing you…" Louis said looking at her worriedly and then letting a smile pass his lips.

"Yeah, I guess I am…" Zoey looked down at her feet and thought about the moment the Hunter had defended her from the Tank.

"Was I really just his next meal?" Her eyes narrowed as she shook her head and told herself it was over and done with and it didn't matter. Calmly taking in a breath she leaned back against the wall and began chatting with Bill and Louis, only earning annoyed grunts from Francis, whose was transfixed in his magazine.

There was barely any room to move as they all fought to claim a place to sleep for the next day or so. Normally they would keep moving, but the day had been long and hard and it was easier to rest. Zoey grinned widely as she climbed up the side of the counter and pulled into a place between the cabinet and the ceiling. Laughing at Francis, who grumbled about if a Tank got in they would all die except her, her eyes began to grow heavy with exhaustion.

It hadn't been more than an hour when her bright blue eyes snapped open in fear at the sudden growl she heard. Glancing up she saw a movement through the tiny window in the top of the caboose and she immediately sank lower into her hiding spot.

Something about that growl sounded familiar…

It's not exactly following the No Mercy campaign, but it gets boring when they go to the same places every time. Also the caboose looks like the one on the Death Toll campaign when you're at the train yard.

Of course the cheesy cartoon quote is obvious if you've ever seen Avatar: The Last Airbender. Reviews would be appreciated. Thank you to all my dedicated readers!