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We're Gonna Get Those Bastards Chapter 3
The seemingly desolate train tracks gave way to rising clouds of smoke as isolated pockets of fire cinged the wooden spikes and heated up the iron girders of the tracks to a fine red color.
On a large bridge the tracks came to an abrupt halt to a pile of wreckage formely known as transit 42, most cars turned over on a 90 degree angle or up in the air at crazy altitudes.
However one long train car remained up right on the narrow path of metal, and inside a young girl gripped the handle of her sub-machine gun, a faint bead of sweat trailing down her for-head in anticipation.
Zoey almost jumped out of her skin as a stern hand was placed on her shoulder, distracting her from her current task of shining a flashlight down the barren tracks.
Turning around she glared daggers at Francis, "What the heck are we doing waiting here for Zoey? Rescue is gonna leave us if we don't haul ass."
Zoey humphed and focused her attention back to the thin steel bars of the red door, "Their out there...waiting for us." Francis raised an eyebrow, "Who...the zombies? No shit."
"No you oblivious bastard, the special infected...I know they are just waiting for us to come out." Zoey's voice was definatly paranoid and Francis, Louis, and Bill all exchanged worried glances before the college student fired a few shots off through the bars.
"You hear me?! I know your out there, show yourselves!!!" Things were quiet for a few seconds before all the survivor's eyes widened at a distant groaning voice,
"No we're not!" They then heard a faint weeze, "Shut the fuck up Hunter! We are supposed to be hidin-...I mean...Squeak Squeak...I am a mouse."
"And I'm a chicken" "Boomer what would a chicken be doing in the city?" "Oh, I thought we were supposed to say our favorite animal." Everyone eased their ears towards the bars to get a listen in on the conversation.
40 meters away underneath the bridge, balancing on the rafters with the river below was Hunter, Smoker, and Boomer.
Smoker was currently glaring his one visible eye at Boomer and Hunter for blowing their cover, "Damnit guys, we've been waiting here for over 14 hours for those guys to come out, and now you do this?"
Hunter threw his hands up in frustraton, almost losing his balance in the process, "Well why the hell are we here anyway?! Tank could easily just pry that door off and smash those bastards."
"We haven't seen Tank since he ran off looking for that damn ping pong ball. We gotta find something else to get them outta there." All three sat on the rafters overlooking the river below and thought in silence.
Boomer's face suddenly lit up, "I got it!" Smoker and Hunter grinned at their friend, "You do?" Hunter asked in anticipation, but was confused and crestfallen at the obese member's response, "The Zombie Action Force Foursome!"
Boomer's friend's eyes widened and thier jaws dropped as they stared at their grinning friend, "What?!" they yelled in unison.
"For our team name." After a hack and a weeze Smoker continued to glare at his friend. However he was suprised when Hunter cut in, "Nah nah that won't do. Saying foursome is gonna make the survivors think we are having butt sex when we aren't chasing them."
Boomer nodded in understanding, Smoker stared in disgust, and Hunter pondered a new name, "How about, Hunter... and the three fugly freaks."
Smoker and Boomer glared at them, "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" Smoker yelled at his friend who grinned back at him, "Well its obvious that out of the four of us, I'm the last one even remotely good looking."
Hunter flashed his fangs in a cocky grin as his friend's enraged snarls fueled his ego, "I mean what girl would want a fat puking blob, a weezing creep emitting green smoke with a long tounge, and a gigantic jawless retard on steroids?"
Smoker humphed, "And whos gonna want a howling lunatic who wears the same stupid hoodie everyday?" Smoker asked and everything soon fell silent.
Up on the bridge in the saferoom all four survivors remained silent as the infected's conversation abruptly stopped. Then all four jumped as a Hunter's screech pierced the air.
Down on the rafters Smoker was taken back as Hunter pounced onto him and tried to maul him with his sharp claws, "You take that back you one eyed freak!"
Boomer's eyes widened as Smoker and Hunter struggled for control before they rolled too sharply to the side and fell off the side of the girders, plumeting to the river below.
"No!" the obese member screamed as he watched his friend's disappear into the fog below, their screams becoming more distant until only silence greeted him.
Staring into the murky abyss below, green tears began to swell up in Boomer's eyes but as he was about to cry he gasped in surpise as a long tounge emerged from the fog and wrapped itself around Boomer's fat neck.
Boomer struggled to keep his balance as a large amount of weight tried to pull him over. Through the fog he could make out a distant voice, "Pull us up fatso!" Hunter screamed and Boomer wasted no time grasping the slimey tounge with his chubby fingers and pulling with all his might.
The obese infected felt a wave of relief wash over him as he made out his friends through the thicket of fog and with one final pull, Hunter and Smoker were back on the rafters.
Hunter patted his friend on the back, "We owe you one there big guy." Boomer smirked but both him and Hunter watched intently as Smoker began to climb up the rafters onto the bridge surface.
"Screw this waiting, I'm just gonna strangle them with my tounge through those God damn bars, and-WHERE THE HELL DID THEY GO?!"
Boomer and Hunter quickly climbed up onto the bridge with their friend and all three of their jaws dropped at the distant vacant saferoom, red door flung open carelessly.
As the special infected mindlessly gazed at nothing, they heard a faint whisper, "Francis stop groping my ass" "Then don't stick your ass where my hand is groping."
Turning around they saw in the distance, the four survivors all crouched down and silently heading towards a small house, meters away from them.
This crouching turned into full blown sprinting as Hunter gave a shriek and lunged towards them, "Yeah get them Hunter!" Smoker screamed as both him and Boomer raced after them.
"Shit shit shit!" Francis screamed as Louis threw open the door to the house and ran in, followed by Bill then Zoey and as Francis began to make his way past the threshold, the wooden door was slammed in his face.
"Ow, let me in you assholes!" "No, not until you admit that you cheated in that poker game we had in the saferoom" Bill screamed from the other side. Francis cast a quick glance at the enclosing Hunter before looking back at the door.
"Jesus Christ, Bill are you serious?!" The old man gave a sadistic chuckle "I let people in my unit die back in Vietnam, don't think I won't let your cheating ass perish."
Pounding his fists on the door in a panic the biker threw his pride aside and cried out, "Alright alright I cheated. Just let me in you crazy son of a bitch!"
Hunter grinned as he gave one final pounce for the biker before a door was slammed shut against his head.
Rubbing his aching cranium, the hooded member cursed before looking at the door and giving a growl. Staring at the small wooden door his look of anger soon became one of confusion as his friends ran up.
"Whats wrong, is it locked?" Smoker asked and Hunter shook his head, "No I don't think so..." "Then open it."
When Hunter made no signs of movement, the weezing member growled, "Well...what are you waiting for?" Hunter continued to stare at the thin rectangle of wood, "Guys...I don't remember how."
Smoker raised an eyebrow, "To what...you mean open a door? What are you retarded it's easy you just...you just...hmn." Smoker groaned as he too began to stare at the door, Boomer soon following as the three stood motionless in front of the stationary simple wooden object.
Inside the small house the four survivors slowly panted, a result of their recent sprint towards the house. Francis grinned, "Hehe, stupid infected. They can't even open a friggin door."
Soft whimpers came from behind the burly biker who instantly flipped on his flashlight, "The hell is that?" he muttered, only to be met with a pair of angry red eyes.
! Francis has startled the Witch
On the outside of the small house, the trio was busy giving a full examination of the door, trying to jog their memories on how to open the seemingly foreign object.
As gunshots began to ring out, Smoker placed his ear to the door and listened in, "The fucks going on in there?" he asked only for the door to be slammed off the hinges, trapping the three screaming infected underneath as four pairs of feet stormed out.
"WITCH!" Louis screamed as all four took off running, the screaming banshee of a woman trailing close behind them as they took off into the distance.
Underneath the door three heads popped out from the side of the door, Smoker growling while Boomer gave an awkward laugh.
Hunter himself had a dreamy look in his eyes as he watched the pale girl chase the survivors, "Ah, thats my girl" he sighed resulting in a huff from Smoker.
"I seriously hate doors" the long tongued member groaned before all three members shrieked in agony as a crushing weight stepped onto the door.
With his eyes winced shut in pain, Smoker slowly opened his good eye to see a ping pong ball drop down in front of him.
Looking up, all three members were suprised to see their missing member, Tank looking down at them in what could be thought of as a smile although he had no jaw.
"Get the hell off of us you giant retard!" Smoker harshly screamed at the beast who continued to eye the small ping pong ball placed in front of him.
"I think he wants you to throw the ball dude" Hunter said. With a reluctant sigh the tall member tried to free his trapped arms but soon decided to wrap his long tongue around the ball and throw it off into the distance.
Tank gave a massive roar before jumping off the door and running down the street to retrive his prized possession, leaving the three remaining infected to crawl out from under the heavy object.
After dusting himself off Smoker shook his head in shame as he watched the gigantic creature laugh as he tossed the ping pong ball around, "Look at him, he thinks he's a fucking dog."
Hunter growled, "Well what do you expect, he was stupid as a regular person too." Smoker looked at him questiongly, "What do you mean?"
Hunter reached into his hoodie and pulled out a leather wallet, "Well when I first found the big idiot, he had this in his pocket. It turns out all the dumbass did as a human was be a train conductor."
Smoker snatched the wallet from his friend's clawed hand and pulled out a small I.D. card that had a picture of Tank before he was infected.
He seemed to have the build of a football player, and looked dashing with his chizeled chin. However when Smoker looked at the line marked 'Occupation' his eye widened, "Hunter...is this what your talking about?"
Hunter turned his attention away from the laughing idiot in the distance and looked at the card, "Yeah thats it, he was an Aereospace Engineer. Poor stupid bastard."
Smoker growled and smacked his friend on the back of the head, "Hunter your the stupid one. Aerospace Engineers works for NASA. Tank was a rocket scientist you jackass!"
Hunter and Boomer's jaws dropped simultaniously, "What?!" they screamed in unison as they looked back at the giant creature who was currently entertaining himself by knocking a car tire around and laughing.
"What the hell happened to him?" Boomer commented and the other two could only shake their heads.
Hunter shrugged his shoulders and began to walk towards home, "Oh well, its better for him to have all brawns and no brains, then all brains and no brawns" Hunter optimistically added before a green hand haulted him.
Looking up at his friend, Hunter could honestly say he didn't like the grin Smoker was giving as he looked at the beast, "Not neccesarily Hunter. I'm sure with a little proper...retraining, even an oblivious animal like Tank can be a cold, calculating, killing machine."
Hunter's eyes widened as he made eye contact with Smoker. The two looked at each other in silence for a few seconds before both grinned evilly as maniacal laughter erupted from their mouths.
Boomer sighed as he watched his two friend's dark laughs, "I've got a bad feeling about this".
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