I've been considering making a Special Infected, but not entirely done with it. We'll see how it goes :P
Slight Tensions
~Katelyn~
Jason might have been lucky, or strong willed, or WHATEVER, to escape the mindless urge to kill like other victims to the Green Flu, but as it turned out, he still lost it easily. Thanks to hours of persuading by Zoey and Louis, Francis agreed to let us stay, despite the accident, but I had to figure out why Jason did that in return.
It was hard, since he couldn't talk, but I learned how to watch when he snaps. I would occasionally take a walk with Jason, whether it'd be sitting by the water or parkour, and I've seen where he'd be... tense. Whenever he'd get really high up where I was far below, I could see him visibly twitching, probably wanting to pounce, and he'd immediately crawl back down. Apparently, if he's in high places or above a human, the urge creeps in.
Francis was also a pretty big trigger to him, too. Jason would always stand between the biker and me, no matter what was happening, and would glare at him with an enraged look whenever the man would pick up his shotgun, let alone do anything else. He's almost attacked Francis at least twice in the past few days, but I'd stop him before anything really happened.
It's been three days, and Jason has been able to stop himself from snapping at anybody. As long as we still had some form of meat, he'd be more or less okay.
Jason had left early in the morning to annoy any Specials that happened to be in a mile radius. I was about to come with him when Francis stopped me.
"We need to talk," he said, but there was no sarcasm or anger in his voice. "We're going to go to New Orleans like the last Survivors we met," Louis said, "but if you two wanna come with us, there's something you should know."
~Jason~
"...There's something you should know," I overheard Louis saying. Most of the other Specials nearby were killed when the other humans passed by, so I came back early. I hid outside the house as I listened in.
"Jason's been getting really unstable, and don't deny it," Zoey said. No I haven't... have I? I was fine, right? "If you guys come with us, you have to promise Jason won't attack us," Francis said. As if... he's just worried he'll say something stupid to piss me off. But what if he was serious?
"If he attacks..." Zoey stopped. I could see their faint silhouette through the wall... was this some infected-vision thing? The orange vision was creeping me out. "... if he attacks, we'll have to kill him. No second chances."
...What?
I'm not going to attack them... well, I hurt them a few days ago but that was accidental...
~Katelyn~
"Why is it a problem if he gets a little mad?!" I yelled at them. "What if he has more nightmares, and, and he starts scratching or biting in his sleep again?! Nobody can control that!"
"Kate," Francis said softly, reaching out to put a hand on my shoulder, but I pulled back. "Don't 'Kate' me! You're telling me you'll kill my only damn friend if he swings at us accidentally-"
"I'm not saying that," he said, still quiet. He wasn't mad at all... that's fucking scary. "But how do you know if you're immune?"
"I..." I was immune, I had to be. "I-I've been scratched and clawed plenty of times, and I'm still here..."
"Were you ever bitten?" Zoey asked, and I stopped. As far as I knew, all three of them have been clawed, bitten, chewed, punched, body slammed, and choked thousands of times by infected, and are clearly immune. I've never actually been bitten. "If Jason bites you, and you aren't immune..." Zoey trailed off, then shook her head. "You know what, we have to get going anyway. Just... keep an eye on Jason, and we should be fine, ok? I really don't want to see you turn, or worse." I nodded, understanding what she meant.
Goddamnit, Jason, please get your shit together...
"Zoey, you need sleep."
"No... I'll be fine, 'can still drive..."
After talking to the three, Jason came back and we all got ready to leave. The sailboat had suffered way too much damage than they thought, and was extremely risky, so their plan was to follow the other Survivors to New Orleans. It's been a few days of driving and stopping to refuel (We even had to switch to a new car when we got stuck on a blocked highway near Whispering Oaks), and we've been driving on a road right next to a huge swamp.
It's only been a few hours since our last stop, and Zoey's swerved about six times within the past 20 minutes. She was ready to sleep at the wheel, and I was worried we'd crash any minute now.
"Zoey, pull over, I'll drive," Francis said from the back, while Jason was grabbing tightly onto my leg. "It's ok, I'll... be ok, l'mme drive," the college girl said, her head drooping lower and lower. Finally, I had it, and reached over and smashed my fist on the horn, the loud beeping startling everyone.
"GODDAMNIT!" Zoey yelled at me, "Could of warned me."
"Then there'd be no point, you're practically half asleep," I told her, glancing at the road periodically to make sure she didn't hit anything. "It's OK for us to stop, somebody else can dri- ZOEY!"
The Smoker jumped in front of the car before Zoey could react, and it smashed into our windshield. I wasn't sure what happened after, but I heard screeching tires, yelling, and felt extreme pain in my leg as the car went off road into the swamp. I hit my head on the dashboard as the car slammed into a tree, and everything went black.