When I became a "Hunter" as They call it, I didn't realize I wasn't alive. I felt alive. But one thing was missing. A simple thing we all take for granted. The beating of a heart. It all began, in the middle of the year 2123.
When I was walking to see my girlfriend, Rose, I saw a man in the street walking around aimlessly. I never gave it another thought. Untill exactly 16 hours and 59 minutes and 59 seconds later. It's strange really, when you become the living dead, you have a great sense of time. On that exact second, no, the exact breath of life, it took me. I collapsed and coughed up blood. I was exactly one breath away from proposing.
I collapsed and couldn't breathe. I coughed up blood. Thick, blackend liquid of the beating heart. Man, I miss the feeling. Anyway, I said, "Rose, will you marry-" Then I died. I didn't see Rose agian. Ever.
I was taken away to a house in the middle of Alegheney Forest. I was bitten in the neck. A fucking vampire.... Wait. This is a zombie breakout. No, I was becomeing a living dead.
When I awoke, I was surrounded by dead bodies. I heard a voice from another room.
"Is he a Leaper?"
"I think so."
"Let's make sure he doesn't get cocky."
"Yeah, remember the last Hunt-"
"DON'T call us names THEY gave US."
"Ok, chill. Remeber the last Leaper?"
I got up and walked into the room.
"Hey!" I was greeted by a tall zombie whose tounge looked like an intestine. A Smoker.
"He finally got up!" I saw who said that, a fat bubbly zombie. A Boomer.
"Tch, 'bout time." I looked at the zombie, he had torn clothes and looked like he sobbed a year worth of tears. His eyes were blood red. A Witch? No he's a boy, a Warlock?
"Where the hell am I?" I asked.
"To be honest," the Boomer replied, "in the midst of an operation.
"What?" I asked agian.
"Well, the military gon bomb us out," the Smoker interrupeted.
"Why?" I asked.
"Look at yourself," the Warlock said, "you're a hellish creature created by man in a meth lab!"
"Calm down Jayson," the Boomer said. Alright, the Warlock is Jayson.
"What you gon do Kieth?" the Smoker said to the Boomer. Boomer equals Kieth, got it!
"I'll barf on him," Kieth said.
"Please no," Jayson said, "The last time you tried to stomach beer as a dead? UGH!"
"Where are my manners?" the Smoker asked, "My name Billy. Yours?"
"Zane," I said, "but with an X not a Z."
"Ok Xane, you're one of us now so you gonna learn what kinda Spec Fect you is." Spec Fect? What?
"Go into a crouch for me," Kieth said. I did and I felt a growl in my throat. I let it out unintentionally. "Now leap."
I did and I flew across the room. Whoa, didn't see that coming.
"Now you gotta harness that," Jayson said, "our last leaper, Kenny, got cocky and leaped off a cliff. He didn't die. He got shot in mid air. Then he died."
"Sucks for him," I said rather bluntly.
"Yeah," Kieth agreed, "Also Xane, you gotta learn to controll your pounces."
"Okay." I crouched and pounced for awhile, then got bored...
"Guys?" I walked into the room they were in. The scene was... just gross. The two Zombies were harrasing a poor Witch. Thay were about to rape her. I stepped in and yelled, "Hey guys! Let her go!"
"What you gonna do about it?" Jayson said. He obviosly was on a sex drive.
"Pounce you," I replied going into a crouch.
"Haha!" Jayson laughed, "good luck rook-" then I pounced him and scratched him up a bit and threw him out from under me. "Anyone else wanna mess with her?!"
"Whoa man," Kieth said, "when you get high and mighty?"
"My mother was killed in a gang rape!" I screamed.
"Wow that sucks fo you man," Billy replied, "we still gonna get some tonight!"
"Puh-Please," the Witch pleaded quietly, "jus-just let me go! PLEASE!"
"No way you," Billy said, "we are gonna rape you good!"
"No..." I said, "this is not right." I pounced on the Witch, grabbed her by the wrist. "Come on!" I threw her on my back and pouced off.
"What in the fucking hell just happened," Kieth asked.
"That hooting bastard ran off with our fuck doll," Billy replied.
"Stupid ass bastard motherfucker shithead," Jason cursed.