While Wildcat and the others were praising the return of Trojan; Rocket, Panther, and Rebel were staring open-mouthed at the body of the tank. They had seen a few of the special infected, but they had spent most of their time in the safe house. Most of this was still new to them. The sheer size of the tank both amazed and scared them. Rocket began looking at Trojan and his group with profound respect, surprised that anyone could survive a fight with the tank.
He soon noticed that he was alone. Rebel and Panther had walked further up the road and stopped next to a body. Joining them, he saw that it was a woman who had been shot in the head, although she had injuries all over her body. Rebel knelt down and pointed to the ring finger on the body.
“The one that had me,” Trojan was saying, “the one with the tongue, is called a smoker.”
“If it’s got a long tongue, why do they call it a smoker,” Rocket asked.
“Cause they explode in a cloud of smoke when you kill them.” When he saw that no other questions wer coming his way, he continued. “You’ve already met the witch. As long as you leave her alone, she’ll leave you alone. If you piss her off though, you’re in a lot of trouble.
Irish’s shotgun blast caught the boomer in the face. It exploded, covering all four in its bile. They knew that, within a minute, the boomer bile would attract a horde of zombies to them. Wildcat knew that they had a more immediate problem, however. The hunter was till out there and it was close. He tried to wipe the bile out of his eyes, while still scanning the area for the hunter.
Though he couldn’t see it, he was able to hear it growling, getting ready to pounce. Blindly, he aimed his rifle at the sound and fired. Either he missed it, or his shot didn’t do too much damage to it. He felt it land hard on his chest as it began clawing at him. All he could do was pray that the others could get a clear shot at it before it killed him.
“Are there any side passages in this tunnel,” Trojan asked.
“No”, Rocket answered. “It’s a straight shot for about another half-mile.”
“All right. Let’s get moving. We don’t want that witch to catch up to us.”
The four of them walked, for what seemed to Trojan to be hours, until they came into view of the tunnel entrance. By this time, his back was hurting because every twenty feet in the tunnel, the ceiling got so low they had to duck. Rocket exited first, followed by the two women. As soon as Trojan took a step out, he felt the cold barrel of a gun being pressed against the back of his head.
He held her hand and tried not to cry. It wouldn’t be long now. She was already pretty far gone. “Watch after the kids,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.
He could no longer stop the tears. His wife was lost to him. She didn’t remember that their children were already dead. She didn’t remember that she had watched as he pulled the trigger to end their lives, just as he was about to pull the trigger to end hers. After kissing his wife for the last time, he put the gun against her forehead. Continue reading