...hat pointed down a alleyway. She could make out the iconic safe-room symbol, and her hopes shot up. Eager to find some safety and maybe her friends, Zoey strood down the street, her pistol at the ready for any dangers. As she moved down the street. She cautiously looked around, and could faintly hear something move and could've swore she saw something moving down the street. As she walked down the road, she was about half a block when she almost ran into a witch, quietly crying next to a crashed car. Zoey held her breath and quickly backed away from the Witch, startled and desperate to not get herself killed. she backed up and kept her eyes on the infected, she heard something move and spun around, her gun raised. Nervous, in a quivering voice, Zoey spoke up and yelled out, "Francis? Bill? Louis? Are you there?"
Getting no response, Zoey got a odd feeling all of a sudden. The kinda feeling she'd seen
characters in cheezy horror movies feel all too often. Like there was some monster right behind her. Before she could even act in her instincts though, she heard the wheeze of a smoker and she felt its tongue wrap around her neck and started dragging her in its direction. As she was being dragged, Zoey quickly noticed something odd. Smoker's tongues had always seemed like just a long tongue, but this one was different. For some reason, this one w...