A/N: So, this has been rattling around in my head for a couple of years now, and i finally have purchased both game and console. I love hte Hunters, and thought I would add my bit to the awesome of the hunter stories floating around. So, heres my bit. Ben, Bella, and Hunter are mine. If I get reviews, any kind of reviews, I might keep going with this. Please Read and Review.

This is spurred by T-Virus Rose and her story The Sound of Madness, Leapingspirit and her story Spereated, Necrography and her story Familiarity. These are great stories, and i love them so.

I do not own Left 4 Dead, that is Valves job. I jut have the dreams involving hunters that i turn into a story.

The hunter paused, looking over the edge of the building at the womanprey who was stumbling through the thin alleyway. He crouched down, watching her with hidden eyes as the wind brought him her scent.

Prey? Womanprey? Killkillkillkill MINE!

He growled as he heard a racking cough coming from the other side of the building, and he screamed out a challenge. The womanprey under him flinched and started to run, slamming into the side of the alley as she shuddered from fear and cold.

The hunter leapt down to the street behind her, stalking her in the shadows as the stinky brother walked off, not interested in fighting against his superior brother for a bite.

The hunter slinked from shadow to shadow, his eyes trained on the thin figure before him. She was stumbling still, walking with intent as she skidded around the corner and right into a weaker brother. She screamed, getting the hunter's instincts of kill kill eat MINE riled up. He leapt onto her, knocking her away from his weaker brother as he brought his claws down on her shoulder. She screamed, thrashing beneath him, twisting and turning to try to get away.

The scent of fresh untainted blood made his killer instincts go into overdrive. He screamed and growled, pinning her more firmly with his hips and other clawed hand and he glared out at the gathering weaker brothers. He quickly knocked her on the back of the head, watching as she went limp under him. He snarled threateningly at the weaklings, then he grabbed onto the girl pant leg with his teeth, dragging her back into the clear and small alley.

He easily scooped up her thin form, tucking her under one arm as he effortlessly climbed the crumbling brick, sitting atop the building and watching as the slightly interested walkers beneath him drifted away. He glanced down at the girl under his arm, feeling her blood seep through her ripped shirt and into his hoodie. He growled, his hunger piped as he set her down, letting her slide almost bonelessly out of his arm. He thumped against the roof, groaning as her head hit the side, more blood trailing from her scalp.

He rocked back onto his heels as he waited, his eyes narrowing on her form. He crawled closer, growling as she shifted upright, leaning against the dirty edge of the building, her eyes blinking open as she lifted a shaky arm to the back of her head. The fresh scent of blood wafted across the building as the Hunter edged closer, his growling intensified as he was right by her feet.

Killkill bloodscent kill kill slash claw eat eat mine mine kill slash!

The girl pulled her legs in tight against her as she realized through the thick pounding in her head and the fuzziness of her memory that the crouched shape was of a hunter. She gasped, tensing as he gripped her ankle and dragged her closer, his growling punctuated by sharp little shrieks and yips of excitement. He raised up his arm, flashing already blood soaked claws as the girl shrieked herself, punching the hunter in the chest and raking her own nails into the gore smeared material as she thrashed underneath him.

The hunter lowered his arm quickly, using it to pin the suddenly wildly thrashing womanprey beneath him, her bloodsmells still wafting from her wounds making his hunger worse. He bent his head down, snarling in her face, to which the girl stilled for a brief moment.

The womanprey reared her head back, smashing it firmly into his, and he fell back, stunned. The womanprey used what little of her adrenaline rush was left to leap onto him, pinning him in the exact same way that he did to her. She screamed in his dazed face as the body beneath her started to thrash, panicked yelps and a faint growl as he tried to claw her, to regain dominance. He was stronger! He was the top predator! He was dominant to her!

No no no must kill slash be on top no no no no no !

She shook him, smashing his head against the ground with faintly trembling arms as a slight scent of fear drifted from her. He finally stilled, waiting to see what she did. His hunger screamed at him to slash at her while she sat still, but she had won this round. She slowly crawled off of him, shaking hard as she curled into the corner of the building they were on and watched him with weary eyes. The hunter rolled onto his feet, watching her with a submissive posture. She didn't move away from him, and she didn't move towards him, so he started to crawl towards her on his belly, his eyes locked onto her shoulders. He wasn't allowed to look into her eyes. That was a direct challenge.

Womanprey no kill no kill….not….womanprey? no no no no pain pain kill kill no no….woman prey….brave one? Brave one…alpha?

"What do you want with me?!" the womanprey-braveone-alpha huffed as she caught sight of him moving towards her. She waved her arm, trying to get him to go away. The hunter rocked back onto his heels again, his head titled slightly to the left as a soft growl leaked from him. She froze, turning towards him as he edged closer, nudging her gently. She tensed up, waiting to feel the slashing claws and the burning teeth again, but hs just sat there, watching her under his hood. She sighed running a hand through her hair as the hunter tensed, growling softly again.

"What?" She asked as he nudged her again. She sighed, shifting so her back, now exposed to the dangerous being behind her. She was too tired and full of too much pain to care. Either he killed her now and made it stop, or he tortured her and then killed her. Either way, blissful peace would come soon. He pulled her closer, pressing his face into her hair as he tried to find the area still bleeding. The womanprey-brave one- alpha tensed, waiting to feel flashing claw and ripping teeth.

Instead, she felt a tongue clean her wound, which tickled and burned both. She twitched, moving away, to which the hunter growled, gripping her shoulder with claw tipped fingers and pulling her back to him. He finished, letting go of her as she pulled away, standing up and whipping around to him. His hunger had spiked with the taste, but he knew better than to try to kill her. She was his alpha.

Another racking cough started, and he growled, moving in front of the girl protectivly as a long lanky figure of a stinky brother weaved around tall things, leaving a trail of stink behind him. The womanprey-braveone-aplha trembled behind him, her fist flexing open and closed. A scream of anther hunter, far in the distance, made her turn to look over the edge of the building, trusting the hunter to not rip her a new hole. The stinky brother wandered off, knowing better than to try to mess with him, and he puffed up in pride, having protected his small pack. He was tired of being alone anyways. He missed his old pack, before it was torn apart by a gaggle of criers they had stumbled on. Pack meant protection and warmth and comfort and food.

The womanprey-braveone-alpha turned to him, cautiously placing a hand on his hooded head and rubbing it gently. The hunter leaned into the touch, his soft growl increasing in volume, and she smiled at him, walking towards the bloodstained door, touching the knob, then looking around the deserted rooftop for something, anything, to protect her from the zombies. She saw a rather sharp axe, picking it up and hefting it around.

"Perfect." She said. She had always hated guns, anyways. Loud things that brought the horde on one too many occasions.

She had only been awake for a week. She had a rather fuzzy memory and a pair of dog tags over her head that read HUNTER O'BRIEN 8499 DESERT DUNE RD ELLICOTT CITY MD 21043 and a different one that read BELLA BONOFIGLIO 6766 FREADOR ST COLUMBIA MD 21045. She had a feeling that that one marked Bella was hers, but she only had a fuzzy face and a warm voice to put the Hunter tag to.

She woke up to hear scratching on the door. She had been so weak…. She moved slowly, hunger pains hitting her as she walked to the door. She tried to open it, but yellow biohazard tape kept her door shut. The scratching stopped once she tried to shoulder the door open, and a strange gibbering voice started up as something started to smash through the door. She screamed, spotting a second door that was slightly askew, and she ran through it, her steps slow and stumbling. She shoulder through reaching hands and gibbering people, picking up speed as she ran outside, wincing from the bright sun. She saw blood stains and dead people, and even more dead people walking.

She kept walking for a long time, scavenging through the houses for any types of edibles. The sound of far off gunshots were comforting, for zombies couldn't use weapons, so that mean that other people were alive.

A nudge on her leg made her come back out of her memories, and she smiled, running a hand over the hunter's head as she opened the door, peering into the darkness. The hunter beside her growled, half crawling half leaping down the stairs before he ripped into the zombies below, crouching over one of the fresher bodies and eating.

She paused mid step as she realized what he was doing, trying to hold down the little crackers and soup she had eaten, and she quickly edged around him, hacking into the next few zombies that rounded the corner. The hunter ran over ot her side, fresh blood dribbling down his chin as he rubbed against her and then ran off, slashing into the nearest zombie as she followed him.

They continued through the house, clearing it out and making it to the street level. She peered out through the dirty and cracked glass of the nearest window, looking for any red spray paint marking the way to the next safe house. She sighed as the hunter crouched beside her, rumbling as he leaned against her again. She ran a hand down his back in thought, before turning back to the staris, walking over the fresh corpses. She walked into one of the rooms, happy to see a bed and another closed door. She opened the other door, happy to see bathroom fixtures. The hunter moved to the bed, pulling another blanket behind him with his teeth, parading around with it like it was his prized find.

"C'mere, you." She said, moving towards him and placing a hand on his head. The effect was instantaneous; he dropped the blanket, his soft growl started, and he pressed against her. She laughed, pulling the blanket away from him and flinging it onto the bed as she crouched to his level. She was covered in blood, her clothes torn and hand stitched back together, and he was no better. His hoodie was black, covered in blood stains, and the front had faded and blood stained lettering on it. The only bit she would really read was " BR KI G BENJAMIN". There was a faded intricate celtic knot on the back, and she smiled, laughing as she realized it was a Breaking Benjamin hoodie.

"So, Ben, how did you come by this, hmmm?" she asked, tapping the hoodie on his chest. His rumbling stopped, and he crouched closer to the floor, his head bowed. She leant back, startled, before she placed her hand on his head again. He straightened up, nudging her in the chest as his rumbling started again.

"You know, it almost sounds like you are purring at me, Ben." She said, standing up and walking over to the sink, hoping that the water was still working. She squeezed her eyes shut as she wrenched on the tap. There was a loud gurgling, and then a bit of dirty brown water spat out before….nothing. She sighed, her head dropping to her chest in defeat as her postured slumped.

She walked out to the bed, sitting on it as Ben crawled over to her, a steady low whine replacing the rumble purr, and she ruffled his hood, curling up on the bed as Ben crawled up, curling up beside her on the ripped, bloodstained queen bed, and she felt his back touch hers, heat soaking through his hoodie into her, and her faint trembling stopped. She needed to find a jacket soon. It was almost fall, and the temperature dropped when the sun set.

"The Faucet Lies." moaned the girl as she curled up on the tattered, bloodstained bed beneath her. She tucked herself closer, tears falling down her face as a disturbed growling started. She peeked out to see a blue bloodstained Hunter leap lightly into her room. The black hooded hunter beside her, her Ben, crouched protectively over her as the blue Hunter's growling kicked up a notch.

"This is not how I wanted to die."