Hey everyone! Okay, now I'm doing this for fun and I realised that there aren't many Hunter stories and I didn't want the poor guy left out especially when he…I don't want to ruin it for anyone who haven't read PLAGUE yet. So I'm not going to spoil that for anyone. As he's quite lonely because he lost his friends I wanted romance in this to cheer him up. Now just so you know, I'm a romance and horror type of girl so that's why most (Ahem…ALL) are to do with romance. I'm sorry but that's life right? They will be shots of Zil, Harry, Hunter, Turk and all those other Human Crew. I will be doing them one each in each chapter or…whatever just read!

Actually I'm going to write Plague spoilers in the summary so those who clicked on it and didn't read the PLAGUE spoilers bit then you're in the zone. Sorry, I had to write that. So here you guys go!

Disclaimer: Come on guys, you know the drill; I don't own the Gone series, okay? I admit it and now I'm ashamed… Whatever, just read guys and enjoy.

Hunter's POV:

Now this is the life. Despite the fact that the FAYZ happened, starvation's taking over our bodies, thirst too; I won't go into the details. But the life I'm living now is almost close to perfect. My parents weren't there to boss me around for lazing around, I had my friends around me, I had a TV remote in one hand and a piece of beef jerky Turk gave me in exchange for a cool beer bottle I found on the street. He didn't tell me where the beef jerky came from but who cares? I had food in my hand and that's all that matters.

There was some occasional static on the TV due to the FAYZ happening but as long as the power doesn't go out I'm fine. But unfortunately I can only watch damned movies and not my favourite programmes that were supposed to happen live today but whatever. Karate Kid was on with Jaden Smith fighting at the tournament. It's kind of hilarious to watch his face go ballistic and really scary in a way. A blanket was covering me even though it was quite humid like always in the FAYZ.

I heard a slam at the door and footsteps casually walking upstairs. I knew Zil was probably back from something unimportant. Probably bullying little kids or stealing a swimming pool. I never imagined me being friends with Zil Sperry. He always sat alone at lunch with his homemade and rather disgusting packed lunch from home. I and Harry used to make fun of him because our friends did or just never hang out with him. He was weird in his own way and had quite a temper. As soon as the FAYZ happened, I guess Zil had no friends or family younger than 15 so he stuck with us since we didn't really make fun of him from heart. I actually felt sorry for the guy and so did Harry so we kept him. We became roommates in a house that was abandoned.

I heard the sound of guns coming from a machine and I was secretly jealous that Harry got first dibs on playing on the Wii. The little bastard he is. A few minutes later I heard a running sound from the stairs and Zil had confronted me.

"Dude, where's my beef jerky? I swear I had it hidden somewhere in my room," he was looking and darting his eyes everywhere and then he looked at me with suspicion. "What are you accusing me for? I didn't take it." I looked back at the TV lazily but Zil wasn't having any of that.

"Don't give me shit, dude. I knew you took it, just like you took my soda three weeks ago!" I had no answer for that apart from shouting, "I didn't take it!"

Zil eyed me and I could feel those brown eyes burning into my body and I felt uncomfortable,

"Oh, yeah? Well, you freak, if you didn't take it then why is there a piece of beef jerky in your hand? Care to explain, Freakzilla?" I tensed up and stood up from the brown leather sofa,

"Look, Zil. If you really wanna know, Turk gave it to me. I exchanged it with a beer I found on the street. Why are you accusing me? I mean it could be anyone. Oh wait, I know, is it because I have microwave jazz hands? Is that it, Zil Sperry? You're jealous?" I defended myself, gesturing violently with my hands and he backed away every time I moved my hands, as if I was going to hurt him. I smirked and just kept that to myself.

"You fuck. Of course it is but I'm not jealous. No, I'm just fucking tired of these people's powers and all that. See Sam? He has light. See Dekka? She has the gravity thing. See Brianna the fucking Breeze? She has that stupid speed. All these people are famous here and what are we? Stuck with another freak that's you. I can't believe you and Harry were friends, I mean seriously? You've got a superpower and it's like you're rubbing it in! You fucking bastard!" He had gone into hysterics now and while he was shouting he had grabbed on a poker stick and was threatening me with it. Every word came out as the most horrible insult and it just spat from his mouth. I began to loathe him then. Every second that was wasted on him was banned from my life. He tried to steal my best friend. And he was going to pay.

I stuck out my hands in front of me and in front of Zil. I moved slowly closer to him.

"Why did you have beef jerky stashed in your room anyway? Were you planning on sharing it with your friends, Zil? Or was it just for you? Oh, and see Edilio? He has no power and sticks with Sam anyway. See Astrid? She's Sam's fucking girlfriend and she has no power. So basically you're not the only one. We didn't ask you to come here, Zil. You chose yourself so if you want to blame someone, blame yourself. Nobody wants you or likes you, Zil. So just fucking get over it." I could see nothing but if you looked closely heat waves were beginning to form in my hands and Zil had charged at me, shouting out angry words that were undefined. A white-hot fury built inside me, anger took over my body, the devil had taken over me and now it was too late.

I guess I didn't realise when Harry had come barging in, demanding what was happening, he had gripped on the poker stick from Zil and he immediately let go of it and Harry threw it across the room, Harry had his back to me and didn't realise I was about to shoot. I couldn't stop, if it should be anyone to die, it was Zil but Harry, my best friend, obstructed my view and Harry shrieked in terror and pain and collapsed to the floor. My face turned deathly pale and my eyes widened. Shivers travelled down my spine as I looked down at my best friend dead with a sickly orange boil on his neck. It was large and I have a feeling I may have caused that. I could see foam coming from his mouth and I clasped a shaking hand over my mouth. He was dead. My best friend was dead. I murdered the boy who fought beside me the whole way through my life. I killed the boy who was my best friend.

Zil looked at me in horror and stumbled well away from me. The TV was blaring in the background and everything came to me in a heartbeat. He pointed an accusing finger at me and shouted,

"You were about to kill me! If Harry wasn't there, you would've killed me. That's what was going to happen to me!" A sob almost escaped from him but stopped and fought against it.

I was stuttering, it was meant to be an insult but it came out wrong, "D-D-Don't you c-c-care about H-H-Harry?!" I couldn't stand to see my best friend lying on the floor dead so I ran from the room, closing the sin from behind me. I could hear Zil shouting and screaming, "You freak! You chud! You crossed the fucking line, you mutant!"

Guilty, guilty, guilty! Thump, thump… My heartbeat was loud in my ears, as if someone was banging on a drum next to me. I clasped my hands over them and ran well away from the house and into the dark woods, into the forest in which no-one would find me and spread the guilt on me even more. Trees, shrubs and inspects went past me in a blur as I ran into the forest.

I wanted to kill myself. I could, but I can't. I was a wimp, too afraid. I could kill my best friend but not myself? What kind of person was I? Horrible and insulting questions engraved into mine. You're a murderer, Hunter…A murderer… those words repeated into my brain. The sight of him never left my mind. It was and always will be in my mind forever. What I have done is something God will not forgive. I took a life, now He will take mine too. Tears were streaming down my face. I regretted going to the forest, I just wanted someone to comfort me and understand me and forgive me at least.

I banged my nose against another moving object and I crashed to the floor, rubbing my nose as it throbbed. "What? Why did you do that, dude?" I looked and saw a girl lying on the floor with her elbows propped up as she was rubbing her nose too.

"Fucking ass…" she muttered under her breath and as I looked at her, my decisions thought she was a pretty girl. She had chocolate brown hair that had tangles in it but I've seen worse on other girls. It wasn't as bad hair. She had green eyes that seemed to gleam like emerald. She had a perfect nose but it was pink from where I had accidentally hit her. She had a short top that didn't seem to fit her and you could see a hollow and starving stomach. She wasn't stick thin instead she was model type figure, not as much curves. She was wearing tattered skinny jeans that were cut in places and she wore army boots. She was a beautiful creature, usually the girl wore skirts and very tight tops that showed a lot of cleavage but she looked different.

When she looked at me her frown turned into a small smile and she blushed, hair falling into her face and so it hid it. I looked at her puzzled but then completely understood. Her name was Estelle Humberwood. I saw her at school and I knew she had a crush on me. Harry and Turk always urged me on and taunted me to talk to her before the anomaly happened. I guess I had small feelings for her but she wasn't my type.

I stood there uncomfortably and shuffled on my feet. She did the same.

"Uh…Sorry, Hunter. I didn't mean to hit in to you. I was just walking here and you kinda bumped into me and you were running." Her voice was perfect for her.

"Um…Sorry, err…its Estelle right? I was running away from…something I don't want to talk about."

She nodded as if she understood. She didn't. I knew she had no idea what it was like to kill someone. Especially when that person is your best friend.

It took a while for any of us to speak again; we were both scratching heads, looking down, etc. I would've left her ages ago but I had no idea how to depart the girl. She was pretty, her eyes were mesmerising and her lips were pink and smooth-looking and her skin… Focus. Just say something to make her leave. I opened my lips to speak but at the same time, she did too. We stuttered and then I made a gesture for her to go first.

"You know, Hunter. I'm an understanding person. I've been in situations that were even worse than…murder? I don't know. You can tell me something and I'll help you through it." She spoke these words quickly, trying to get it off her shoulders. She was closer this time but I rarely noticed. For a moment, I hesitated. Did I trust the girl? That depends, she says she understands but can she keep a secret? But there was no-one else to talk to. If I went to Sam, he'd just shake his head and go back to his depressed world. If I told any of the freaks, they'd probably do the same or dispose the body as if it's no big deal. I bet Zil told someone about it already. I doubt he hasn't.

I told her the story and we sat down on a fallen tree and we exchanged stories. She was nodding her head and was being dead serious about it. My eyes occasionally moved down to her chest but I managed to focus on her face. After my telling of the story, there was a soft touch of skin on my hand and I looked down and saw her hand on mine. I carefully slid it away and she jerked her hand back on her lap and she looked embarrassed. She cleared her throat,

"Hunter, don't let Harry's death get to you. You do that and you will never forgive yourself, you will always be engulfed in a sort of deep dark hole and you'd probably go depressed and zombie. Don't rely on God to forgive you, don't rely that on others. Forgive yourself for it. Don't forget about it completely for now but later just forget it. And you didn't mean to, right? It was an accident." Her wise words echoed in me. Forgive yourself…

"But I was going to kill Zil…" I replied in a church-like whisper.

"No." She said firmly, "If anything, you should have killed him anyway, he was a real jerk and you know that. Deep down, you knew that. Look for other friends. Harry will always be in your heart forever. No matter if he was gone and out of this world. Hatred can be in the heart for Zil but there's plenty of room for Harry and he'll always look after you, Hunter. No matter what. Understand?"

Whoa…who thought that such wise and beautiful words came from such a slutty and fluttery girl like her? I'm so stereotypical sometimes. She was beautiful without make-up. Mascara usually clogged her eyelashes, eyeliner usually made smudges sometimes. Without all that on her, she really was beautiful.

She gave a playful punch on my bicep. "I'll see you tomorrow, Hunter. It was nice talking to you." She winked and stood up, brushing leaves and dirt off her. I gripped on her wrist and stood up. I was taller than her, she reached to my chin.

"Thank you, Estelle." I whispered and I gave a soft kiss on her cheek. She was so still like a statue and she stood there blushing. I moved a strand of hair that was out of place and put it behind her ear. "I'll see you tomorrow." I said, she was still standing there feeling her cheek from where I kissed her and she smiled, I left the forest feeling happier and relieved. Someone cared. And that person was Estelle Humberwood.

Aw! I hope you guys liked that! I know I did! Have a great day guys and I'll definitely post more chapters soon!