Left 4 Romance

Nicky

On a lonely street a girl with brown hair hid behind an old dumpster trying to avoid the witch that sobbed around the corner, if only there was a way around without shooting her, the thing looked like a child but thankfully she had a molitov on hand and once she lit the wick she threw it around the corner and heard the witch scream/cry as the flames burned it's flesh.

The brunette cringed as she heard the fading breaths of the special infected, in the last few months a couple of advanced zombies had begun to show up and man were they a handful. She had given each of them a nickname. The fat bloated one she called The Boomer.
The one in the hoodie that screamed alot she called The Hunter.
The gassy one with a Yoshi tongue she called The Smoker.
A giant zombie on steroids she called Tank.
And the poor girl that she had just barbecued she called The Witch.

Everytime she saw them she wondered how they got that way but she would never find out cause ya know, zombies can't talk. Right?

Nicky shook her head then made her way to a safe house near Mercy Hospital, maybe there will be people there instead of dead people, the thought made her smile.