Author's Note: Ohai everybody, Matthew Here. I've decided to not only write about my life, but to also write about some people I've encountered during my long journey.
I do not own any of the products described or Left 4 Dead or any of the infected, but the idea and characters are mine.
Caution : Read at your own risk. I'm not super religious, so I don't know Everything About churches, and god, etc. But that doesn't mean I don't know some things :).
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"Honey, did you hear that?", said a Pastor to his newfound partner. "No, I didn't. You're being paranoid". But, a sound was to have been heard. Yes, the squeak of a church door. There were whispers coming from the main area of the church, the pews. "I swear, I'm hearing whispers", said the Pastor. "Well go check it out. Bring your gun", replied the woman. "Okay".
"God, if you are… real, forgive me for the innocents whom I've killed along my journey. Please, god, if you exist, let these people go somewhere nice, I don't know, somewhere Besides this piece-of-sh*t world we're in?", started a Hooded man, who appeared to have claws, and, for a reason void to the Pastor, duct tape, wrapping around his faded deep blue Hoodie, and brown pants. The hooded man, or, well, Infected, we'll call him, sensed a presence. He always could, he was one of the Wolves of The Infected.
Hunters.
"Who goes there?" started The Pastor, only to be cut off by a sharp voice "Can't a man get some Damned peace and quiet in this screwup of a world we're in?!" said the Hunter. "You… You're one of them", said the Pastor. "What's… What's that supposed to mean?" Said the Hunter
"You're one of the many who were sent by the devil to-" The hunter cut him off. "Will you shut the f*ck up? I get, that you are a man of god, whoever he is, and that you speak "His word", but let me tell you something. Ok? I've-" The hunter was cut off by the shot of a 10 Gauge Double Barrel shotgun, Delivering a slew of pellets to the right side of his abdomen. "SCREE! Why… Why did you…" He fell to the ground with a thud.
The pastor's Partner came out, and screamed louder than any hunter. "Richard! Why would you do that?!" "He was one sent by the de-" The pastor was cut off. "He could clearly speak, he could act human, he didn't attack you on sight, so what if he looks like one of them? He was human". The Pastor stuttered "H-he was not human, he-" he was cut off again. "He was still human inside, Richard. As human as you or me. I heard him praying. Would someone "Sent by the Devil" Pray like that?" "I-I", the pastor sighed. "Fine. Take him inside and let The Lord do hi-" He was cut off again. "No. The "Lord's work" won't help someone in this condition. Now, find the first aid".
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That's the end of chapter one! For anyone who's following me, next weekend (or if both of us are lucky sometime this week) I will update My personal Tale, The Tale of The Hoodless Hunter, and this story, The Hunter and The Church. I will also try to get around to writing my encounter with the main protagonist in this story sometime soon. Well, Seeya!
