UPDATE 12/6/2011

Important! Please Read!

It is my regret to inform the fans of this fan fiction that this story is going to be hiatus until further notice. I have grown detached from the L4D fandom and I find no intrest in it at this time. However, I do plan on finishing this story at some point later on, but for now this story is going on the back burner, then the back burner is going to turned off for a while. XD

I apologize to the fans that follow this story and are patiently waiting for this to be finish. However, I will say that there are other fics that are more worthy of your reviews then my story, and I thank you none the less for taking the time and commenting my work. So again, I'm sorry for doing this to all of you. ;n;

Thank you for understanding.

~munchy

Hello!

Thank you all who've decided to follow me and put me on your writer alert! ^^

This story is a sequal to my first one, A Failed Protector.

I got a lot of positive feed back from that story, so I decided to continue the story through the eyes of Hunter's best friend, Smoker, after Hunter's death. Now this is only the prologue, so nothing much here. It just introduces the characters and makes you ask questions.

Remember kiddies this is a Smoker-X-Witch fic. So if you don't like it, you don't have to read it.

Thank you! ^^

Double Warning: There is some colorful language here and there, hence the rating.

Smoker huffed and heaved as he climbed the trail to the boathouse. As he reached the top of the hill, he began thanking the world with a triumphant smile.

I finally reach it! He mentally cheered. It wasn't till he opened his eyes, did his smile turn into a frown. His arms still up in the air; he noticed that the boathouse was actually down the trail further. He placed his hands in his pockets and pulled out a cigarette. With a sigh, he lit it up and began his hike down the trail.

I hate walking. Smoker reached the docked house and knocked on the front door. A few muffled crashes later, the door creaked open.

"What's the password?" a deep voice demanded.

"Boomer I swear to god, if you don't let me in, I'll make sure you pop like a zit." Smoker threatened. He was not in any mood to play one of Boomer's games. A few seconds later the door flew open with Boomer smiling, arms open wide.

"SMOKER!" He yelled. "You finally made it!" A grin plastered on the glut's face. Smoker sighed and strolled through the doorway ignoring Boomer completely. Boomers happy expression turned into a sad one. Smoker walked up the stars to find a giant, sitting at a poker table.

"Hey Tank." Smoker emotionlessly greeted. Tank couldn't talk, but he waved, not bothering to look back at his smoky friend. He was concentrating on the tiny cards in his large hands. Smoker took a seat across from the big brut and picked up an already handed out hand on the table. Boomer came waddling up the stairs holding a few cups of what looked to be like puréed blood and bones. He set the drinks down and took a seat like the others had already done.

Smoker glanced at pre-laid hand of cards at the far end of the table. He grew a scowl and shot a glance at Boomer. The lovable oaf must have placed it there for some tradition crap.

"Why the hell did you lay down another hand over there?" Smoker asked, already knowing the answer. Boomer said nothing and kept looking at his cards.

"Come On, Boomer! It's been Six God Damn Months!" Smoker yelled. "He's gone! ...And he isn't coming back!" Boomer set his cards down and glared at Smoker.

"He was still a good friend! You of all infected should know that! You were his best friend he ever had! …" Boomer took a short pause and sighed. There was no way he was going to win this fight. Even though Boomer thought it was just proper to place a hand down on a once filled seat, Smoker just wanted to forget all of it. Tank just kept concentrating on his hand. It wasn't till Smoker and Boomer finally made up and cleared the unhandled cards off the table, did Tank do something. He looked at a frustrated and upset Smoker in front of him. He emitted what seemed to be a muffled mix between a growl and a sigh.

"What?" Smoker asked in a moody attitude. Tank then slammed his hands onto the poker table, which snapped in half. He then processed out the hole in the wall he had made much earlier that year. Smoker and Boomer then glanced down at the smashed table to see Tanks hand.

"The guy is as dumb as a fucking rock, yet he beat us with a royal flush before we even started… How is that Fucking Possible?" Smoker ranted. Boomer simply shrugged at the tall, talking smoke stack.

The first Chapter...Wow!

I didn't think I would go on from my original story ^^;

I hope you like it, and please tell me if I've made any mistakes, or if I go a bit OOC here and there!

Thank You ^^