A/N: Hey! It's been to long, hasn't it? Anyway, this chapter is short. But at least it's something, right?
Have fun.
Chapter 1:
Alone once again
HUNTER
My eyes flash open, and colour fills them. I sit right up and look around. I'm in an alleyway. Alone. Why? Where's Sylvia? Sylvia. I jump to my feet and look around frantically. Where the hell is she? What the hell happened? I look down at my body. I'm not even wearing my hoodie! I'm wearing some black, hood less jacket, and a pair of black baggy jeans. This is stupid. Am I even Nathan, or Hunter or whoever the hell I'm supposed to be? I look at my hand, which is pale but not grey. Which is... Good, I guess.
"Sylvia? Sylvia?" I call out frantically. Jesus Christ, where is she? Where am I? Am I still in Detroit? I rush out of the alleyway, and onto the open streets, hoping to find some sort of sign of her. Left and right, nothing. No! This can't be happening! I promised I'd take care of her! And now... Now I can't find her.
I rush around hurriedly, ignoring the undead roaming the streets, who thankfully haven't noticed me. Yet. I continue to call her name, to search every crevice, corner and building. I will find her.
I must.
A half hour of searching, and nothing. But I will find her. I made a promise to not only her, but myself as well. I mean, this city's been quarantined, so she has to be here, right? God I hope so. Otherwise... Well, there'd be nothing for me. Nothing. I walk out onto the main street of the large city, seeing it littered with Infected. A scarce few notice me, but I ignore them, and just growl lightly. Their lifeless eyes turn away, and they all continue to stumble away. I am careful to wander through the crowd and not gain the attention of anymore of them.
I may still have the looks and sounds of a Hunter, but I don't have the claws of one. Which leaves me completely defenseless. What should I do? Should I find a gun? Or a weapon of sorts? I mean, this is America. Of course there will be guns.
Yes, should find some sort of weapon, Hunter.
What? Am I hearing things? I look around, surprised.
You are not hearing things, Hunter. It's me.
Me? What-? Oh. Me. I understand now.
Yeah. You do.
Yeah, shut up.
That's rather rude, Hunter. After all, I could help you find her.
Yeah, I'll believe that when I see it. I walk into an alleyway.
You don't think I could find Sylvia? I love her too, you know.
Not like I do.
Just as much. We are the same, rem-
No! We are not the same. You said so yourself. And then, Nathan is gone. And not a moment too soon.