Ears ringing, heart pounding, breathing abnormal, and body screaming. Danny shakily forced himself off of part of a crumpled wall and looked at his surroundings. The front wall of the mansion was destroyed as the lumbering beast they recognized as a Tank rampaged through. Sam, Tucker, and Jazz where nowhere to be seen. He shakily stood on his feet and held his rifle up to aim at the Tank where he stood still. He was glad it wasn't anyone he knew, and even happier that Vlad hadn't turned. So once again, Jazz was right when it came to ghosts not being able to turn. He cleared his throat and put his finger on the trigger. Before he was able to shoot, he felt something burning on his feet and jumped, "What the-?" he yelped and looked at the glowing green, sizzling ooze that was on the ground under his feet.

"Danny! Are you okay?" Sam called and asked from the other side of the yard.

"Yeah, you?" he called back, looking back and looking for the infected that could've left the acid. "Where's Jazz and Tucker?" he asked.

"Over here with me. We're okay!" they snuck around the raging tank and met with Danny, "Look, we know what made that acid. We'll find the zombie. It's whatever Paulina turned to." She explained, "You can overshadow the zombies, right?"

"Apparently, I've never done it." He said.

"We think if you overshadow that Tank over there, you can fight the horde off easier than we can, and they won't attack you." Jazz explained.

"Guys?" Tucker smacked Sam's shoulder, "We got a bigger problem than the Tank." He said fearfully.

It rolled in like a ball. The ball itself was about the size of the Tank, maybe bigger. Then two large, powerful fists popped out of the ball and slammed into the ground. Then a small head and then two legs, twice the size of the Tank's. The parts of the monster's skin resembled cracked rock, or rough asphalt, and they noticed was practically impenetrable.

"Okay, new plan," Tucker turned around, "Danny you- where'd he go?" he looked around.

They heard a bellow, slightly smaller than that of their new infected, and they looked over and found the Tank spinning in circles and grabbing his head in aggravation. Then he calmed down. He looked over at their giant Tank and roared a roar that knocked over any of the common infected that had begun running their way. The roar had an eerie sound to it

"That's the-"

"The Ghostly Wail…" Jazz muttered, then she gasped, "Danny overshadowed the Tank!"

"Now we're talking." Tucker smirked and started shooting at the common infected running at them, "Try not to shoot him." He called.

"Well, duh." Jazz said.

The Tank ran at the new infected and threw a car at him. He roared loudly at him again. 'Let's see what this Bulldozer can do.' He thought.

The Bulldozer growled and picked up the car with one hand and swung it at the Tank like he would with a pillow. The Tank ducked and beat his fists to the ground, freezing the ground quickly and running off. The Bulldozer roared and started running after the Tank, slipping on the ice. The Tank stopped and turned around and threw his weight into the unstable beast, knocking it onto his back. However, with the roughness on his back, he only flipped over and held the Tank down. He began punching the Tank without giving the Tank much of a chance to get up.

The Tank roared once again with the Ghostly Wail and repelled the Bulldozer. As the Bulldozer stumbled back, the Tank got up again and threw his weight into the Bulldozer's stomach. The Bulldozer gripped the Tank's waist and threw him effortlessly at the mansion, knocking over some more walls.

Tucker flinched, "Hey Danny, you mind keeping the meat monster fight away from the mansion?" he asked.

The Tank got up and shook his head to recollect himself. Finding that the Bulldozer was making his way toward his friends. He roared and tackled him away.

Jazz spotted the special infected that had left the acid, which they had called a Spitter, and aimed at her. She fired, once, twice and then the gun clicked. "Oh no." she gasped. She still wasn't able to hit the Spitter.

"What?" Sam looked over.

Jazz dropped the Tactical Shotgun and pulled out her knives, those of which she'd hadn't used until now. She swiped at a close infected and decapitated it, "Someone shoot that Spitter! She's by the fountain." She barked.

Sam glanced at the fountain and barely saw her hiding. She shook her head and reached down for the rifle that Danny had left before he went to overshadow the Tank. She aimed carefully through the scope and shot what she could see of the Spitter's head. Turning the water in the fountain red with a tinge of the neon green. She dropped the rifle and the SMG and picked up her halberd. She walked out into the horde and began spinning and swinging the halberd, killing infected instantly and seemingly effortlessly within a five foot radius from her.

Having found ammunition from the wreckage that only matched his M-16, Tucker kept firing, but picked off infected at the back of the crowd.

The Tank and the Bulldozer wrestled and threw each other to the ground or the wall, unfortunately, unable to stay away from the mansion. The Bulldozer threw the Tank once more and allowed him to crash through the floor of the mansion.

Tucker turned around and began shooting the Bulldozer, finding the Tank nowhere to be seen. He looked down and found a pipe bomb that had sitting by his foot. He activated it and threw it behind him, passed the big crowd of infected. He growled after thinking he missed and threw the bomb too hard, but smiled in satisfaction when the zombies chased the flashing red light of the pipe bomb and blew up with it. "Guys, I can't see Danny anywhere, shoot the big guy!" he barked.

Sam picked up the rifle and let Jazz take the SMG and began shooting at the Bulldozer.

Jazz focused on the Bulldozer, "Guys? Nothing's working!" she called.

"Shoot the soft spots. His chest and stomach." Tucker instructed. He felt a weight jump onto his shoulders and felt steered away, "Jockey!" he cried, "Get it off!" he screamed.

Jazz chased him about halfway down the driveway and hit the Jockey's back with her knives. She started helping Tucker up, "You okay?" she asked before a force charged into her side and she shrieked.

"Charger." Tucker breathed and ran after Jazz.

Sam was left on the front walkway alone with the massive, lumbering Bulldozer walking to her like an ape. The Bulldozer rose his fists and Sam decided she should run.

After the fists hit the ground, he curled into a ball and rolled after her. "Help?" she screamed.

The Tank emerged from the hole in the ground dizzily. He saw the front walkway empty and began running after the ball of calloused skin that rolled after Sam. He ran into the ball and steered it off course and down a hill. The ball popped open and stopped himself from sliding.

Sam and the Tank had a brief moment to exchange a look before Sam ran off to help Jazz and Tucker, who were now trying to locate a Smoker and a Twister. The Tank turned back and was punched in the face by the Bulldozer. He flew backwards and rolled off his back, landing and ending up face-down. He shook his head and stood back up. He roared the Ghostly Wail once more before noticing the once place where the Bulldozer did bleed. He turned tail and ran with the Bulldozer hot on his heels. The Tank looked down and picked up a pole that served as part of a fence and was jagged on one end. Perfect size and length for a Tank to use as a spear. Before the Tank had a chance to turn around, the Bulldozer had hit him again and knocked him into a pile of the broken and bent fences that had been cleaned up by Sam and Jazz the day before.

The Tank forced himself up shakily with growling, ragged breaths. He looked up and found the Bulldozer running at him furiously. He jumped down the back of the pile and let the Bulldozer run into the pile at full force. With the pile being full of broken, sharp, jagged poles, fences and barbed wires, the Bulldozer was trapped. The Tank stood calmly in front of the Bulldozer for a while, watching it struggle and further pierce itself on everything and anything it possibly could in that pile. The Bulldozer finally learned and stopped struggling, panting heavily and taking rasping, bloody breaths. He looked up at the Tank weakly and growled wearily.

Wobbling, the Tank stared at the Bulldozer dizzily. When the fight was over, he was going to sleep and probably won't wake up for several hours. He held the pipe in one hand and had it in front of him, debating whether or not to impale the Bulldozer or to let the Bulldozer die where he was by himself. He thought for a while and decided. He drew the pipe back and sent it into the center of the Bulldozer's chest. He'd rather die quickly than slowly and alone. He stumbled away and looked for Jazz, Sam and Tucker. After spotting them, he realized that a Hunter was about to pounce on one of them. With his remaining energy, he grabbed the Hunter around the waist and threw him as hard as he could, feeling somewhat bad for doing to the Hunter what the Bulldozer had done to him several times.

Jazz, Sam and Tucker panted and heard a loud thud behind them. They turned around and found Danny stumbling toward them. Sam stepped forward and caught Danny when he fell forward, "Are you okay?" she carefully sat down, "That fight was insane."

He panted heavily and tried to regulate his breathing.

"Is it dead?" Tucker asked.

Danny nodded, "He's dead. I had to trap him…"

"What do we call that one?" Sam asked.

"A Bulldozer." He said.

Jazz and Tucker sat down beside them and carefully watched him. Jazz looked up at the Tank's body and saw how it barely stayed together. She looked back down at Danny, "You're not hurt, are you?"

"More so than I was before?" he asked, "No." he answered, "The Tank's body took the beating for me." He said, "I'm just tired, and a little nauseous."

"Where did you go?" Tucker asked, "We couldn't find you for a second."

"I fell-" Danny's eyes shot open and he froze, "The lab." He looked back at the house.

The wail was all the answer they needed. A slender, pale figure wearing a blue-green jumpsuit wandered out of the mansion crying, long claws from each finger caked in blood. The front of the jumpsuit dyed a dark red from blood and medium brown hair hung over the woman's face.

The Fenton siblings froze in fear and shock. Breaths hitched in their throats, as they backed away from a fear that was really fifty feet away from them.

Flashbacks disrupted their thoughts abruptly and rudely.

Danny remembered coming home and remembering his Mom was just sick. Then the next day, and the next day, and the next day, she progressively got worse. Then that fateful afternoon. She sat on her bed crying behind a closed door. He grew concerned and asked his Dad to check on her. He remembered seeing his Mom hunched over on the bed, he remembered his Dad closing the door. He especially remembered the silence, and then the piercing scream that followed, his Dad's agonized cries that thundered from the other side of the door. The fear his Dad must've gone through before he died. His heart pounding and threatening to break out of his chest just as it was now. His blood ran cold and his stomach turned to stone.

Jazz remembered the screams, and going up to see what had happened. She remembered the sight of the blood that Danny stood in that bled from their parents' room. The horrific look in Danny's eye when he saw what remained. Something the sixteen-year-old should never have to experience or even witness. She leaned over and hugged Danny tightly, who didn't even seem fazed.

The Witch stopped in her tracks, eyeing the four huddled on the ground on the other side of the driveway. She began growling. With every second, the growling intensified. She started walking towards them.

"No way…" Sam whispered. She climbed out from under Danny, who laid in Jazz's full support and once again, was so scared he wasn't even aware of the movement directly next to him. Eyes never leaving the approaching Maddie, Sam picked up the rifle she'd dropped and carefully stood up.

Seeing the rifle aimed at her, Maddie snarled and started running at them, now screaming in rage with claws fully outstretched.

Sam thought fast, seeing the claws, she knew they were the claws that killed Jack and Vlad, two men that were closest to Maddie. Those same claws could just as easily kill Danny and Jazz without even a second thought as to who the victims were to the woman. Sam stepped around Danny and Jazz and aimed the rifle.

Maddie was now four feet from them, arm outstretched and prepared to swing the razor-sharp claws.

A gunshot rang though the air.

**My final original Special infected: the Bulldozer. Three times the size of a Tank, and maybe three times the temper. Its rough, armored arms and back make it difficult to shoot it from behind, but shooting stuff from the front isn't alwasy the best idea. And that is the end everyone. I hope you enjoyed this.**

***Bonus! There's a sequel if nobody knows yet!***