Why the witch cries

This story was inspired by the following image (semi-NSFW, a nipple):

http://g.e-hentai.org/s/16a06572c4414dbea69cc515cbe0f3422566bcb9-145174-1020-808-jpg/91390-23

It has a distinct lack of bondage, and it's a one shot, which set it apart from my other stories, but hopefully you'll enjoy it anyway. Besides, I always thought Left 4 Dead was more befitting a one shot. Though I could be wrong, as this is my first game fic that isn't about an RPG.

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Long ago jaded to violence, the survivors pump boxes of bullets into the oncoming horde. Francis grits his teeth as he rapidly fires his automatic shotgun into the charging crowd. They're advancing too quickly to kill them all. The survivors are walking backwards as they fire, making sure the way is clear to the safe house. Zoey picks off a few infected that were trying to sneak up behind them as the other two duck into the safe house. Zoey goes in next and calls out to Francis.

"Francis! Get in here!"

Francis manages to fire off a couple more times before retreating. As they bar and barricade the door, the infected crowd around it mindlessly, screaming and trying to claw their way in.

"We made it," Zoey panted, "I can't believe it."

"Don't start celebrating now," Bill reminds her, "We're not out of the city yet."

Taking a moment to rest and bandage their wounds, the survivors look out the barred window on the other door.

"The building is right over there," Louis says, pointing to a tall building at the corner of the block, "We're almost out of here."

They unbar and open the other door, cautiously making their exit. Zoey picks off a few infected from a distance to make sure nothing gets in their way. As they approach the building, they see the windows have been boarded up. They try the door, but it's been barricaded from the inside. Francis goes to a window and tries to kick the boards in, but they refuse to budge.

"Now what?" Zoey says, exasperated.

"Up there." Bill replies, pointing up towards the roof. There is a plank of wood between the rooftops, connecting the building with the helipad to the one next to it.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Them's the breaks, princess." Francis replies.

They approach the adjacent building, and hear a gradually closer weeping. Zoey tenses, immediately recognizing the all too familiar sound. Hoping the witch was just nearby rather than in their way, they open the door. To their disappointment, the witch is right inside.

"Lights off!" Francis hisses.

The clicks of four flashlights being turned off are the only sounds to be heard. They cautiously sneak past the witch, who is rather inconveniently crouching mere inches from the stairs. Zoey breathes a sigh of relief as Louis, who came up last, made it to the second floor without startling the witch. They turn their flashlights back on, peering around the second floor. It was flooded with infected. As they blasted their way to the next set of stairs, a thought occurred to Zoey.

That's one good thing about the witch. The other infected stay the hell away from her.

They go up the next set of stairs, meet a rather unwelcome surprise. Francis's foot breaks through one of the steps near the top.

"Damn it!" he growls, struggling to keep his balance. Bill helps him up quickly, and pulls him off the staircase in case the rest of it felt like collapsing.

"This piece of crap must be condemned," Bill says, "Watch your ass in here."

"Yeah, no kidding. Thanks for saving me back there."

"No problem, let's get moving."

Zoey had a sinking feeling about going higher and higher up into this death trap. It was a twelve story building, and they were only on the third. Still, they didn't have many options at this point. By the time they got to the eighth, she was numb. Killing the mindless infected did little to distract her. But something did manage to get her attention. A long tongue whipped out and wrapped around her chest and upper arms, pulling her to the other side of the room.

"No!" she screamed, struggling to free herself.

"Smoker's got Zoey!" Bill yelled, turning his attention to her.

She was being pulled up through a gap in the ceiling where the floor on the ninth had caved in. Francis reeled and fired twice at the smoker, killing it and releasing a cloud of noxious gas. As the tongue grasping Zoey went limp, she fell and hit the floor, which promptly gave way. She scrambled to grab onto the edge of the hole she had created, but all she managed to do was pivot her body and hit the next floor flat on her back.

"Zoey!" Bill shouted, looking down into the holes she was creating.

The building was crumbling under her. She fell, twisting in the air like a cat that couldn't right itself. Each floor she hit had even less chance to stay up under her increased momentum and the debris from the previous floors. On the fifth floor, she hit an exposed stud with her right forearm. Both bones snapped at once. She let out a cry of pain and dropped her rifle, no longer trying to right herself. She limply hit the remaining floors, finally hitting the ground level amidst a shower of dust and debris.

"Zoey, hang on!" Louis shouted from above, "We're coming for you!"

But the noise had attracted the horde. Crowds of infected were soon bearing down on the three up above. Zoey didn't have the liberty to worry about them, though. She had her own problems. The witch was growling at her, rather displeased with the noise Zoey had made crashing through the ceiling. Zoey scrambled to the opposite corner.

Don't stare at the witch, don't stare at the witch, don't stare at the witch.

Zoey cowered and listened to the battle raging on above her. Eventually, the witch stopped growling and resumed sobbing. Her adrenaline rush was fading, and the amount of pain she was in began to creep up on her. She was covered in cuts and bruises. Her broken arm was extremely painful, and there was a sharp pain in her ribs. She didn't realize it, but she had cracked a rib on the way down. It was difficult for her to breathe, and the room was swimming. She wasn't very hopeful about escaping this. Perhaps it was the shock, and perhaps it was because she thought she was dying, but she wanted to have one question answered.

What's the worst that could happen? I'll die a little bit faster. That might not be so bad. It hurts so much...

"Why are you crying?" Zoey asked weakly.

This is silly, infected can't talk. They're brain dead zombies.

"Wouldn't you?" a woman's voice replied.

Zoey lazily rolled her head and looked at the witch, who had stopped sobbing and was looking back at her.

"Did you just talk?"

"You asked me a question, didn't you? Look at me; I'm hideous."

Zoey sat up now. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark, and she could finally see the witch properly. Her skin was a pale, milky gray, and her eyes glowed red in the darkness. Her hair was completely white. Her fingers had grown claws. Other than that, she was actually rather normal. She wasn't rotting like some of the other infected.

"I don't think you're hideous."

"You're just saying that because you're afraid of me. Everyone's afraid of me, that's why they sneak around like that."

"There are... others... like you. If you startle them, they can kill you before you manage to do anything. Even shining a light at them is enough."

"My eyes are very sensitive to light."

Zoey pulled herself closer, struggling to get up. She sat on her knees near the witch.

"I'm Zoey. What's your name?"

"Samantha," she sniffled.

With her left hand, Zoey reached up cautiously and touched Samantha's face, wiping a tear away.

"I think you're beautiful. You must have been beautiful before the infection. I think you must be partially immune too. Most people who get infected are mindless."

"My father was a doctor with a private practice. I was going to join him after I finished medical school. When the infection hit, he was working on a cure. He thought he'd have more time. What a joke. In hours, the whole town was like this."

"Is that why you're like this?"

Samantha shook her head, "He didn't have time to do any sort of testing. All he has is a vague theory. He says a bone marrow transplant from an immune can cure it, or even make you immune."

"I'm immune. Samantha, I could help you."

"Do you really mean it?" she sobbed, "You'd help me?"

"Of course I would."

"Why? You don't know me."

"You're human. You still have your mind. That's reason enough, isn't it?"

Samantha looked down. That's when she saw Zoey was cradling her arm.

"You're hurt."

"I broke my arm in the fall. This building is falling apart; I was on the eighth floor."

It was at this point she noticed that her first aid kit was nowhere to be seen. She didn't notice when it fell off, but couldn't imagine a few bandages would have been much use on her broken arm anyway.

"I can set your bone... if you want... and put your arm in a splint."

Zoey nodded. She had broken her leg as a child, so she knew setting the bone would hurt. As Samantha got up and went over to the pile of debris to find some wood to use for the splint, Zoey took the bottle of pain killers from her side and swallowed a couple. After snapping a few boards to the right length and wrenching the nails out, Samantha came back.

"Let's get your jacket off."

Zoey took her left arm out of the sleeve first, then Samantha carefully slid the right sleeve off. Putting the jacket aside, she looked at Zoey's arm. Suddenly she looked up over Zoey's shoulder.

"A bunny!" Samantha smiled.

Zoey looked back to see the bunny, and Samantha swiftly set the two bones. Zoey screamed in pain.

"Ahh! Fuck!" Zoey whimpered, "There was no bunny, was there?"

"I'm sorry, that was bad. I thought it would help a bit if I distracted you."

Setting the bones had hurt more than breaking them in the first place. Zoey was on the verge of tears from her various injuries at this point. Samantha was tearing strips of cloth from her own clothing to secure the boards of the splint. When she was finished, she tossed the remainder of her shredded clothing aside. As torn as it was before, it was completely useless now. She covered herself with her arms and sat back on her knees. Zoey gradually realized the witch was no longer clothed.

"Um... why are you naked?"

"I used my clothing to make the splint," she said, a bit embarrassed, "I didn't know what else to use."

Zoey looked at her splint. It looked rather secure, and it was indeed tied with torn bits of cloth. There was even a strip used to make a sling.

"You should use my jacket. At least you won't be completely naked."

Samantha picked up the jacket and put it on, zipping it up. She looked into Zoey's eyes. Zoey was the first person who had actually treated her like a person since this whole thing started. Everyone else had simply reacted with fear. She knew they had good reason to, but it was hard to not place significance on Zoey after everything that had happened. She leaned forward and kissed Zoey softly on the lips.

This time, it was the witch that startled Zoey.

Zoey was stunned into silence. Her eyes were about as wide as they could get. No girl had ever even hit on her before, and certainly not like this. She didn't resist, partly because she wasn't in any position to do so. Samantha kissed her again, this time parting Zoey's lips with her tongue. It wasn't unpleasant, or cold, as she might have expected. There was an aura of excitement around her. The fear of being in a very dangerous situation combined with the feeling of doing something for the first time got her adrenaline pumping again. At this point, the witch was kissing her with full tongue, and she was reciprocating. When their lips parted, Zoey was breathing fast.

"Be gentle," Zoey said, unsure what to expect.

Samantha nodded and crawled on top of Zoey. Zoey crawled back a little, awkwardly laying back without the use of her right hand. The palm of Samantha's hand reached Zoey's breast. She was careful not to use her fingers to avoid hurting her. She felt Zoey's nipple through her bra, already stiffened. Zoey grunted and flinched from the sudden stimulation. Samantha pulled Zoey's shirt and bra up over her breasts and began licking her nipple. Zoey moaned softly, putting her left hand on the back of Samantha's head. She was already wet. She reached down and began fiddling with her belt buckle.

"Can't wait?" Samantha asked with a sly grin.

Zoey shook her head, "I'm so wet."

Zoey bit her lower lip and blushed. It felt dirty to be doing this given their situation, but at the same time, somewhat liberating. The rather high possibility of not making it out of the town alive made Zoey a lot more willing to try something new. One last fling, so to speak. Samantha helped her remove her jeans; neither of them wanted to wait for Zoey's one handed fumbling. There was a wet spot showing through Zoey's blue cotton panties. Samantha regretted not being able to use her fingers how she would have wanted, but pushed the thought away quickly for fear of killing the mood. Zoey used her good hand to cover the wet spot.

"Don't look!"

Samantha just smiled and lowered her head, kissing Zoey's inner thighs and the back of her hand. Soon Zoey moved her hand away, allowing Samantha to kiss her most sensitive area through her panties. Samantha's teeth grasped the waistband of Zoey's panties and tugged them down, making her gasp. Samantha took a good look at Zoey's exposed pussy. Her pubic hair was neatly shaven on the sides and cropped to a short landing strip in the middle. Zoey squirmed to kick one leg of her jeans and panties off over her shoes. Once she had one leg free, she spread her legs wide and used her fingers to spread her nether lips. Samantha crawled between her legs and began licking, slowly and lightly.

Zoey could no longer feel the pain from her injuries. The cuts, bruises, and broken bones seemed to all disappear in that moment. Perhaps it was the pain killers finally kicking in, but the timing would have been rather convenient. Whatever happened later, she couldn't help but be lost in the moment now. Samantha's tongue swirling around her clit had her writhing on the dirty floor of the abandoned building.

"Faster!" she breathed, rocking her hips.

Samantha sped up, but only a little. Zoey moaned and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her hair.

"Faster! Ahh! Samantha, make me come!"

Zoey's continued prodding finally made Samantha stop holding back. She flicked her tongue back and forth across Zoey's clit quickly, making the brunette buck and spasm. An intense, screaming orgasm ripped through Zoey's body. She made no effort to contain her voice, climaxing wildly under Samantha's tongue. Panting heavily, she slumped on the floor as the intensity faded. Samantha straightened up and unzipped the jacket, letting it fall to the floor. She climbed on top of Zoey, kneeling over the girl's face. Zoey extended her tongue, licking between Samantha's crevice. Though she had little idea what she was doing, she tried to adjust to Samantha's responses, finding just the right way to lick her. Samantha moaned as Zoey's tongue played with her clit, leaning forward and putting her hands on the floor to keep from grabbing the back of Zoey's head with her claws. Zoey gradually sped up, focusing her tongue where she heard the loudest moans.

"Right there! Uh huh! Zoey! I'm coming!"

Samantha turned her head and bit down on her upper arm as she climaxed to keep herself from making too much noise. She screamed into the flesh of her bicep, trembling and rocking her hips. Muffled screams escaped her mouth as she came. When she was released from the grip of climax, she collapsed forward, resting her forehead on the floor. Zoey's tongue kept licking, but Samantha crawled off of her.

"No more, sweetie. Not this time. I need some rest."

"Help me get dressed; I don't want to give the others an eye full."

Samantha giggled as she helped Zoey slip back into her jeans.

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"We finally made it down," Francis said, removing items that were blocking the door to the building with the helipad from the inside, "What a pain in the ass."

"I heard screaming," Bill replied, "I hope Zoey's okay."

"Better prepare for the worst, old man. She fell all the way to the bottom, and there was a witch down there."

The three men cautiously approached the adjacent building. They had left the double doors open when they entered the first time. Peering inside, Francis made out something in the darkness. Zoey and the witch sat on their knees in front of each other, looking into each other's eyes. Zoey touched the witch's face tenderly.

"It... it looks like Zoey made nice with the witch." Francis said incredulously, scratching his head.

Zoey kissed the witch on the mouth gently and Bill added, "It looks like Zoey made really nice with the witch."

"Your friends are talking about us," Samantha whispered.

Zoey turned to the door and saw her three comrades staring at them in shock.

"Hey, guys!" Zoey said happily, "Don't be scared, she's partially immune."

"Partially?" Louis said wearily.

"I still have my mind," Samantha replied, "But a lot of the physical changes have taken hold."

"We heard screaming." Bill interrupted.

"That was me," Zoey said, "I broke my arm, and Samantha set the bones. It was really painful."

Francis turned to the other two, but didn't make an attempt to lower his voice, "What do we do with her? She's infected, but she's still human."

"I think the military is going to want to see her," Louis replied, "Maybe they can figure out a way to reverse this and save a lot of lives."

Francis looked at Bill, who nodded in response.

"Come on, then," Francis said, beckoning Samantha and Zoey, "Let's get the hell out of here before we get another wave of zombies on our asses."

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As they stepped out of the helicopter, they were greeted by a soldier in uniform.

"It's always good to see more survivors," he said with a smile, shaking hands with Francis, "And another soldier, well met, Sir." The soldier saluted Bill a bit sloppily. He looked a bit dazed, and was clearly deprived of sleep.

"You'll wanna take a look at her," Bill said, motioning to Samantha, "She's only partially immune."

"I'm glad you brought her. Partially immune people are rare, but not as rare as you might think. We have some treatment facilities here already. You're going to be alright, miss. Come with me."

"She needs a cast." Samantha said, touching Zoey's upper arm.

"Yes, of course. We have something of a hospital here to treat the injured. Please, follow me."

Zoey's various injuries were taking their toll on her body. As they followed the soldier deeper into the camp, she swayed a bit. Samantha held her waist to support her, and Zoey allowed most of her weight to rest on the much stronger woman. It wasn't normal, and it wasn't home, but for now, she'd take what she could get.