Chapter 4: Who Was the witch?
After considering what to do, I decided to just to the witches origins. Next chapter will be the villain's introduction
Ben's POV
After stocking up on what ever food he could find, Ben turned my attention to the sugar room. Entering it, He looked around. He didn't want too much, but at the same time, didn't want to little, as it would cause the witch to get hungry or pissed at him. He got an idea then, but finding the perfect bag seemed difficult until…
"Ah! Finally, a bag of sugar!"
He picked it up. It was big enough for his plan. As soon as he got it, he went back into the hall and entered one of the rooms, which was filled with corpses. Searching through the infected, He finally found one with what he needed: a small, medium backpack on one of the corpses.
Crouching down over to examine it. As he pulled it, the corpse, which was of a petite female, suddenly sprung to life, rising up and startling him
:"Argh!"
He stumbled, but then got back up and calmed down as he saw its legs were disabled. As it tried clawing at him, he aimed his pistol at her face…
BAM!
Whilst it spread more blood on the bag, it allowed for him to pick it up more easily. Getting it off the common infected, he felt something and looked back at the door, seeing his new female companion at the door, staring at him. She looked angrily at his pistol.
"What? This? It's merely a weapon for…other infected. I wouldn't harm you…" He said reassuringly, but shakily. She had just seen him kill another infected. Albiet not as sentient as her, but still a 'sister' for her.
After getting the bag and placing the sugar in it, he found some old water, a few minor things like makup and a mirror, some old chicken, which he threw out, and oddly a bandana. Keeping them in there, he got up and walked to her with the bag, which she stared at curiously.
"Alright, this bag contains some sugar…And Since I can't carry it, would you?"
She looked at him then back at the bag, but nodded quickly.
"Alright, now you'll just have to place your arms out and trust me…"
Witch's(?) POV
She looked curiously at the what she knew as a bag. He had asked her to open her arms out, which she didn't object to. She raised her hands while he slipped on one of the straps for the bag. He carefully brings it up her arm until it was on her shoulder. She didn't mind it, but she didn't trust the survivor. Afterwards the other strap was placed on.
"There, all done."
As he let go of the bag, she felt the bag's weight on her, causing her to stumble and fall. While she fell, she waved her hands in the air until she fell on her ass, earning a laugh from the survivor. Not in the mood to kill, she merely pouted and got up. He soon led her out to the hall and into the room that led upstairs
"Alright, let's go up…"
Ben's POV
Being the first to go up, he noticed no infected inside. Getting to the top, he looked back to his companion, offering her a hand
"Need help?"
She looked at him suspiciously and at his hand, before placing her hand in his. He pulled her up from the rubble and nodded before sneaking through the hall. Silently he explored several rooms. One seemed to be a large bathroom, another seemed to be a ballroom. Investigating the rooms while avoiding infected, he took particular notice to one that seemed ajar.
With the witch in tow, he entered a girly, but slightly bloody room. Inside were two corpses, a few dolls, a bag, a bed, some shelves and a computer, with a phone with some blood spatter on it. Getting the phone first, he opened it. Surprisingly it had power. Going to the bag next, he found a passport of some sort in one of the bag's compartments. It seemed to be a passport for an airport or something.
"Hello, who could've this belonged to…?"
Lifting it up, he was surprised at what the mugshot showed: the picture of the uninfected version of the witch who was standing next to him. The lady in the picture had freckles, which went away when she was infected, and had a nice complexion. Her eyes were a deep light brown. In the picture her bust didn't seem as different as she was right now. Looking at this and back at the witch, he read the name on the passport.
"June… Cunningham…" he looked up from the passport to the witch in front of him, which earned him a confused look from his companion.
"Your name…is June."
The witch merely looked at him with a curious look. She must've lost her memory to the infection… Ben said. It was gonna be a challenge teaching her name to her.
"Well anyway, let's get going…" he said, grabbing the phone and bag, motioning the witch to come with him. She followed in tow, still with a confused look…
June's POV
"Your name…is June"
Was that what she was called before she became what she was now? She pondered this while looking at him. She knew what a name was, but didn't want to know her own. The young man motioned her to come with him. Exiting outside, they entered the main entrance of the mansion.
"Alright, coast's clear. Let's get out of here before any infected come…"
Following the young man, they rushed outside and past some cars and wandering infected. They ran for a while, before the man lightened up as they reached a metal door.
"Yes! A safe house!" He said. She had heard about safe houses. They were places survivor's thought were 'safe'. However, her kind and the big, giant bulky ones could break through the doors easily. Closing it, they found a set of weapons, ammo and 'health packs'. The area was large and comfortable, with a basement, a bathroom, a closet, a bed room, and another metal door on the other side.
"Phew! We're safe here!" The man said, sitting down on what was a couch. June, however, walked near and sat down on the floor
"Uh… would you like to sit down with me?"
The witch looked at him, before shaking her head
"No, I insist!" Said the man. The witch looked at him, before seemingly sighing and sitting down next to him. She soon sat next to him. She could tell they were both uncomfortable. She felt abit to warm, while he also felt abit sweaty
"See, nothing to worry about! Anyway, let's rest here before we move ahead," He said. June however sat cross legged from him as he relaxed…
Welp, next episode, I'll show the villain. Hint, he's a sicko…
