Chapter 2: The Horde... and the "Special Infected."
The first zombie I shot was very sick looking. It was missing an arm, blood practically pouring out of its pale face, with a yellow top and a skirt. As it lay on the ground, blood splattered everywhere; I decided that this must be the outcome of all zombies. I smiled to that. My hopes were shattered within 5 minutes of escaping.
A fat blob, an absolute abomination to be a zombie, was walking toward me, with acid foaming from its mouth. I shot at it once with my shotgun, and it stopped for a second. I had torn threw its blue shirt, which was too small for it in the first place. It began to approach me again, and I shot once more. The giant blob (by now you should know it is a boomer) blew up, leaving behind the bottom part of himself. But, when he blew up, acid spilt all over the road.
I heard one of the most terrifying shrieks ever. Then, after 5 seconds, multiple zombies ran my way. My stomach turned inside out, and I knew this wasn't going to be good. As the miniature horde approached me, I heard yet another terrifying shriek. Turning around, I realized about twice as many zombies appeared and where coming after me. It was a horde.
I was surrounded, for I was on a big mountain overlooking the city (I should of already said that) was my only way to get out, but I would have to fly. Remembering that there was a safe house, I swiftly ran for my life into the room. But, as I entered, a weird looking zombie, with a long tongue, constricted me and was pulling me back toward the horde. I was already in the building, so I quickly turned around and slammed the door. The constrictor's tongue was cut and I was set free.
I jammed the door back with the iron bar in which it had kept the door locked, and huddled against the wall. After a minute or two, I accidentally placed my hand on what seemed as a beer bottle, but it had cloth on the top. While picking up the bottle, the top burst into flames, and I threw it out of the little window of the door in which about 50 zombies were surrounding. A shrieking noise came out of nowhere, and I saw a huge fire. Knowing that I couldn't go through the exit, I went out the entrance. The bottle I threw was called a Molotov, and it caught the whole freaking ground on fire!
About 3-7 zombies charged into the fire, hoping to break the door and get me, where instantly caught on fire, and where burning. "Holy crap…" I exhaled. I had destroyed a whole horde of these demons and lived. Some stragglers broke from the fire and attacked me. But before they could even reach me, they died from the fire. Noticing this, I ran inside the safe house again and pulled out another Molotov, for I was certain I would use it again.
I let the fire go out, and then continued on my way. Luck has come to me again. I have classified the two special zombies that differed from the others (I will make up my own names for them, hold on for a while). The one in which constricted me I call a Constrictor (Smoker), for the time being. The fat one (Boomer) I call the Disgorger (it means vomit or barf or something of the sort.), because of its booming acid.
These zombies are on my watch list of special infected. Both can be easily killed, and yet can easily kill me. I am to believe that more of these "special infected" are alive…or dead, in the way some put it. These are the ones I fear the most. But for right now, I must go and fight my way down this devil mountain.
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