I finally decided to make a Left 4 Dead fanfic. I've made my own special infected, and this is told from the perspective of different infected individuals, who have made their own language to communicate with each other. I own nothing but the new special infected.

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--HUNTER CHRONICLE 1 (James)--

James leaped to the next rooftop, eyeing the three humans below. One of them kept muttering 'Hunter, Hunter!' and the one in front would occasionally say 'There's a Jockey somewhere around here'. Hearing that message repeated, he glanced to the Jockey which was bouncing giddily towards the group. His idiotic giggling would alert everyone, even James' lesser brothers and sisters, and there would be nothing left for the Hunter! James made a snap decision; he leapt at the Jockey, tackling it, and they rolled behind a dumpster as a nasty-looking brown human whirled, pointing his long gun around. "What is is, Sebastian?" whispered a female. The man eyed the dumpster where James and the Jockey hid, then he shook his head. "It's nothing."

"Moron! You could've alerted our brothers and sisters!" James snarled. "Damn it, I'm hungry, and I won't let you spoil my meal!" "But Hunter, is so fun to ride humans!" the Jockey replied enthusiastically, bouncing up and down. "They scream and run and give nice ride!" "AND THEN THEY FUCKING SHOOT YOU!" James tried not to yell; if he yelled, he'd growl, and if he growled, the humans would know where they were. Then James heard something that he really didn't want to. "BOOMER!" "Goddamn..." he muttered even as he heard the retching sound which meant that his brother had sicked upon a human. There was a collective cry, then a crowd of common infected rushed past. "Now I play!" the Jockey cried, excited, and he leapt from the dumpster. It was not three seconds after he raced around the corner that Sebastian yelled, "Jockey, Jockey!"

Several rapid gunshots, and the Jockey fell dead. James nearly slapped himself. "Now they're ruined." he groaned as he heard the screams which meant the humans had been overtaken. He whimpered, holding his rumbling stomach tightly. Then he climbed the side of the nearby building slowly, cringing at the lurch which overtook his gut. "What I wouldn't give for just an arm, or a foot..."

"What exactly would you give, Hunter?" cooed a ragged voice. James sighed and finished hauling himself up; in front of him was a Smoker, and it was holding a large chunk of meat in its hand. He knew this Smoker; it was Julio, who always loved to tease James with strips of meat. Especially after a failed hunting attempt. "Give it to me, Julio, and I won't rip out your eyes." James snarled. Julio laughed, then walked to the edge of the roof and held the meat over the edge. He then doubled over into a massive hacking fit; this drew the attention of James' brothers and sisters below. They all cried out and reached up, trying to retrieve the meat. Julio smiled; a gruesome sight, considering half of his face was covered with giant warts and his teeth were char black. Not to mention the tongue which kept hanging out of his mouth. "I'll drop it, James, and then who'll feed you?" "I'll manage, considering you look good enough to eat!"

This was a complete and utter lie. James wouldn't touch Julio's filthy carcass if it was sprinkled with salt and blood. But he had to do something. She'd be so hungry... "Hand it over, Julio! You know that I'm not the only one who needs feeding!" "Well then, you won't mind fighting for it." the Smoker mused, tossing the meat to the crowd below. James' mind locked; he dove for the meat, grabbing it in his hands, and plummeted headfirst into the crowd of commons. James held the meat tight to his chest as he collided headfirst with a common. It yelped and staggered back as the others began to chant.

"Meat! Meat! So juicy and sweet! Meat! Meat! Let us eat!"

"Get your own damn meat!" James snarled, backing slowly away from his lesser brothers. He did a quick calculation; mindless as his brothers and sisters were, he could not take them on alone. "Meat! Meat! So juicy and sweet!" "Get back!" James cried, backing into a wall as the crowd advanced. There was no way in hell he'd give up the strip of meat. "Meat! Meat! Let us eat!"

Then came a sound that both delighted and frightened James; the sound of a gunshot. A massive explosion erupted in front of him, sending his infected brethren flying and tearing their limbs to shreds. "Damn, I missed the Hunter!" a voice declared. There was the sound of something sliding on metal, and James glanced to where the explosive bullet had come. A tall man in a black suit was holding a gun with a large barrel, pointing it at James.

"Alright, just be a good little infected and don't move." he muttered. James racked his brain for the name of the weapon. It wasn't a 'shotgun' or an 'AK', but he'd seen it before. Then it hit him, just about the same time that the man's finger hit the trigger. James leaped to the side as the oval-shaped object was propelled at him. An explosion erupted from the point of impact, throwing James into a dumpster. A grenade launcher!

"Dammit, hold still!" the man growled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out another grenade. In this instance, James licked his lips and growled with anticipation. "She certainly won't go hungry if I bring you, too." he whispered. Then he placed the meat in the front pocket of his hoodie and leaped from the dumpster, baring his fangs and giving a bloodcurdling cry. The hunt was on!

--SMOKER CHRONICLE 1 (Matthew)--

He hid behind a pillar, breathing heavily as the survivors searched the room for him. "Stupid, stupid, STUPID!" Matthew wheezed. "BRILLIANT idea, go into the bloody crowded MALL! These rooms aren't big enough to hide myself!" Matthew hated being a Smoker. If only he'd gotten infected and turned into a Charger, or a Tank. THEY could do some serious damage. "I know you're there." said a voice right behind him, and a survivor leaped in front of Matthew. The Smoker flinched. "GOTCHA!" he cried in triumph.

"Mitchell, watch out!" an African-American survivor shouted. The one threatening Matthew turned and got hit flat-out by a Charger. "Thanks!" Matthew exclaimed. The Charger slammed Mitchell into a wall, raised him, up, and slammed him into the tiles so hard that they shattered. The survivor's hand twitched, then went limp. Matthew glanced around the corner and saw the three survivors moving in. One had a really long gun, the other had two small guns. The third one had some sort of wooden paddle.

Matthew knew that as strong as the Charger was, it couldn't take on the three survivors alone. So he waited for one to fall behind. Then he opened his mouth...and began to cough. The trailing survivor saw him. "The Smoker!" she yelled, charging at him with her paddle. Matthew backed up, then his coughing fit stopped. He lashed out his tongue and it wrapped around the girl's waist, curling up to her mouth and stopping her from screaming. "MMMMFFFF!!" she cried, beating Matthew's tongue with her paddle.

He drew her closer and yanked the wooden weapon from her hands, then began to swipe at her. His heavy blows quickly reduced her to feeble resistance, and he looked up from her panting form to see the Charger punch the African-American survivor. The man went down and the Charger grabbed his leg, then flung him across the room. The immune crashed into the wall and fell to the ground, dead. The final survivor whimpered, then turned and ran, the Charger close behind.

Matthew turned his attention back to the female survivor. Her breathing was ragged, and she wasn't even struggling anymore. She'd placed the paddle aside and had her hands clasped in front of her. Matthew was confused; he wasn't used to survivors acting like this. He unwrapped his tongue and let the girl fall to the floor. She began to cough and choke, then glared up at him. "Fucking infected piece of shit!" she growled, grabbing her paddle and starting to stand. Matthew struck her forehead with his palm and sent her sprawling backward. He made his famous cry and the human's expression changed from angry to scared.

"If you're gonna kill me, then do it already!" she sobbed. "Yes, Matthew, what are you waiting for?" a nearby voice asked sweetly. Well, to the human it was nothing but a strange purr. To Matthew, it was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. He turned and saw a Haunter, one of the newer 'greater infected'. They were girls in white dresses, stained with blood, and had long silver hair that reached their waists. Matthew had heard that Haunters moved without a sound, but this…this was incredible. He'd had no idea she was there.

"Kill her, Matthew." The Haunter purred, wrapping her arms around Matthew's neck. The Smoker knew this was a dangerous position to be in; Haunters were almost as volatile as Sobbers, and they put on a false sweet front…unless you were bleeding. Matthew had seen Haunters rip flesh and bone apart like paper with their hands at the sight of blood. Blood was to Haunter as sound is to Sobber. "I…maybe you should." He stammered, trying to back away from the Haunter. There was a dangerous gleam in her eye.

"Oh, but I don't want to. I want you to do it." Her voice was less sweet now, and as sharp as a blade. If Matthew didn't kill this immune, the Haunter would kill him. "O-okay…" he whimpered, turning back to the girl. Tears were flowing from her eyes. It hit Matthew that she couldn't be older than eleven, and here he was, about to kill her!

"I…I can't hurt a child, survivor or not." He decided. The Haunter 'hmphed' and walked over to the girl, who had her hands clasped in front of her again. In one fluid movement, the Haunter had reached down, grabbed the girl by the hair, and ripped her head off. The body fell to the floor and blood spurted in every direction. The Haunter held the head in front of Matthew. "THIS is FOOD, Matthew!" she growled, shaking it. Tears flew with the action. "Don't let yourself get sympathetic for our meals, or you'll be shot down faster than our lesser brothers and sisters." With that, the Haunter turned and began to tear up the body. Matthew ran from her, afraid for the remaining survivor. If the Haunter found him, he wouldn't stand a chance.

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