[ EU ] You are one of the Special Infected from the Left 4 Dead series . Write what happens after a cure is released in your city .

It's a question that will haunt me for the remainder of my life. How many did I turn? How many people were infected because of me? 
 
 As I lie down on a medical cot in this CDC tent city, I think back to the day I was first infected. The air conditioning was down, and it was my job to get up on the roof and check the apartment's central cooling system to find a problem. It was my job, as the maintenance man. I remember the rattling and rumbling and getting blasted in the face. Was it a spore? Was it some kind of chemical attack? I do n't know, and frankly, I do n't care. 
 
 Immediately after exposure, I mutated. If you have to ask if it hurt, you've obviously never seen a Boomer. My liver and stomach went into overdrive, producing what the doctors refer to as bile. But I knew it as something more. Zombie bait. 
 
 I barf on any person or thing, and every infected around for a mile immediately perks up and runs to devours what I just sprayed. The immune survivors called me a Boomer. How I managed to survive frequent encounters with them is something I'll never understand. They had shotguns, pistols, and molotov cocktails. I had a an overflowing stomach. 
 
 The day they found the cure, I was standing around with a Tank and A Jockey. We all breathed it in, and suddenly I recognized them. The big guy was Devon Marsh, the old football coach from South Bend College. The poor guy with the twisted spine was Benny Bryce, one of my drinking buddies. We had been through Superbowls and weddings together, and for the time we were infected, we could n't even remember each other's names. We had been rampaging so long that we had all but forgotten ourselves. 
 
 Those of us that the cure saved became known as `` Redeemed.'' Because we were now immune to the plague, it made us desirable to the ones who were still infected. The CDC sends us into cities to corral the infected into small spaces so the cure can be released into the air. According the official tally, Benny, Devon and I have saved three hundred lives so far. 
 
 It's going to take a damn long time to spread enough of the cure to bring humanity back. So, we Redeemed bide our time until our number is called. I tend to spend a lot of time with an on-staff psychiatrist, Katie Vintner. She used to be the one with the long tongue. Smoker, I think the survivors call her. Yeah, she still stumbles over her words, but if I hear you calling it getting tongue-tied, I'll slap you. 
 
 We've all been through hell since the plague started. But at least now, we've been upgraded to purgatory, and have a chance to atone for our sins. I only hope those immune carriers find peace, and find a cure of their own. One day, I actually want to meet that kid in the cap and hear more about his Buddy Keith.
