Zarla cameo part 6
Swift, and blunt pain shook David’s body. He felt like someone bitch-slapped him with a sledge hammer. His ears started to listen. First it was numbed, then muffled, then clear.
David could make out something in mid sentence, hunter saying, “-p, she landed on David!”
Smoker responded, “Ugh, he’s getting up. Think that’ll be a problem later?”
“Naw, he’s cool”
David started to slowly open his useless eye sockets. Sudden sharp pains entered his leg. Something was twisting it the wrong way. He started sheepish-fully groaning, enough to find out what was on top of him with the only benefit he got in the infection. A sleeping Charger was on top of his leg, with Hunter and Smoker trying to lift her off. They were obviously too tired to lift her up.
He pulled his leg from under Charger, who was strangely sleeping like a baby. When he got his foot from under her, she hit her head, groaned and went back sleeping.
“Sorry David”, Hunter said, confirming she is tired, but she was sincere.
David turned around to Smoker and Hunter, grunting at lifting Charger up. They could only get her off the ground for five seconds and barely at that
“Do you need help?”, David said, just as tired.
“We’re too tired from that horde from yesterday, so yeah”, Hunter said, sleepishly smiling.
David grunted, and walked over. He put his arm under her neck, and the other around her lower back and lifted er up. He slung her over her shoulder, to Smoker and Hunter’s bewilderment, and walked over to where Jockey was sleeping.
“Should I put her here?”, David asked, with a small dose of adrenaline rushing to his heart
“Ugh, …. Sure, but how did you do that?”
“I’m strong, like almost everyone else in my group.”
“Oh, that’s pretty amazing.”
David smiled, and put Charger down next to Jockey who was biting her thumb with her canine teeth. Hunter slowly walked towards where they were sleeping. Smoker was looking outside. She had the aura of annoyance. David didn’t need to see that.
“Damn it! It’s dawn. We’re still tired for moving again.”, Smoker said loud but soft enough that she wouldn’t wake everyone else up.
David thought for a moment to himself. He realized that there wasn’t any way out of guard duty until Charger got back up.
“I’ll watch the door, just go back to sleep.”, Smoker’s face dropped to curiosity.
“Huh?”, she said with a jolt of surprise in her voice. David just pointed at the other side of the room, with Hunter now sound asleep. Smoker nodded silently, and walked over and laid down next to hunter.
David grabbed his axe and gripped it tight until his hands was bloody from his little adventures with it. He sat in the corner where he slept. He felt something soft and furry on a hole in the back of his leg. It was the blanket Charger gave to him.
David wiped the blood from his hands on his pants and grabbed it. He could hear Charger quivering and her teeth chattering. She was obviously cold. He rubbed the blanket against his face, and walked to Charger. He put the blanket over here, and with the blanket big enough, it covered Jockey too.
He walked over to the door again, and sat down. He couldn’t hear anything outside. The smells of the world was lavender, rotting flesh and fresh common infected. However, it doesn’t seems bad.
There isn’t enough infected to attract a tank, and David couldn’t pick up on pheromones. So far it was safe. He lowered his axe and started to feel heavy. His eyes were shutting, and he was leaning back against the wall.
After twenty minutes of rest, David woke with a silent gasp. A very bad omen was set upon him, falling asleep on guard duty.
It took awhile for his sense of smell too kick in, but it came with a bang. The smells of a boomer, and a smoker passed though the wind. They were only around the corner. They was going to strike soon, as they were both crouched and against the wall.
A rustling of grass on the other side was heard, drowning out the muffled sounds of the boomer and smoker. The wind was blowing in the wrong direction for him to pick up anything, and making noises would attract their attention, in case they didn’t know.
Smoker, Hunter and Charger started groaning, as they were waking up. A hunter was growling now. It was much deeper than most hunters, probably new, with his voice not high pitched.
David turned around, just on reaction, and scanned the wall. They weren’t any cracks or scratches on it. Safe, for David.
He turned around, to a smoker, in hockey attire, with his tongue shot at him. He curled around David’s neck, muting him,and was crawling down his chect, then his right leg. David started struggling against the smokers tongue, but he was at a bad angle to bang at the door. His throat was being choked, and only a faint rasping sound could be heard.
Al though what it looked like, Smoker couldn’t kill David, since the infected barely need oxygen to survive, and barely was what David was getting. He could still be knocked out however.
The boomer noises was drowned out by adrenaline, but was ever present.
“BLARGH!”, it called out, regurgitating on David, and everyone who was sleeping. The boomer bile, woke up everyone. Jockey and Hunter made a quick but comepletely useless comment, Smoker groaned and yelled but was equally useless, and Charger was the only one doing something productive. She rammed David, and the momentum of it broke the tongue, and probably a few ribs.