Gunfire echoed through the now abandoned city, screams piercing the air only to be drowned out by the hoard. Such was the life in Mercy city.
The irony.
A lone Hunter stalked a small group of four, the bright pink hoodie making stealth difficult. The Hunter's chocolate brown hair fell in tangled strands around the hood, which was promptly stuffed back inside. This was no ordinary Hunter.
It was a Huntress.
She growled lowly, frustrated with the snarls. She pulled back the hoodie, blood caked hands running through the matted mess. She turned, hearing something. She growled in warning, readying herself to pounce if necessary.
She was smaller than most Hunters, more suited for speed than stealth ambush, meaning she had to be careful. Of course she was no pushover, but size meant strength in her world. But rather than kill with brute strength like a muscled Raging One or stealth like her Pouncing brethren, she was built for speed.
She was built more like an animal, strong hindquarters and long arms proportional to her legs. Her claws were stained with bloody chunks, and her pink hoodie covered her dark amethyst eyes. Unlike her Pouncing bretheren, she was adept at sprinting on all fours rather that leaping, weaving between uninfected legs and slashing at them.
"Careful! There's a Hunter round here.." The uninfected made noise, but it was all meaningless gibberish to her ears. It sounded male, with a chipper tone in it's voice. Like a young pup after it's first hunt. She backed up against a dark corner, waiting silently.
If she didn't move, perhaps they would pass by.
"I don't know Louis... It didn't sound quite right."
Another spoke, this time a female, the words nothing but some unknown language. She understood a few words, like "gun", or "quiet", but the rest only made her head ache when she thought about it. This one was a possible omega, a motherly figure still retaining some threat.
"Whatever it is, I'm gonna beat the crap outta it like everything else I've been facing!" A gruff male shouted, making her head pound. This one was probably the beta pack member, trying to outdo everyone else.
"You mean everything we've been facing, Francis. Don't be an ass." An elder male added, it's tone registering as the obvious alpha male ordering the beta to stand down. The footsteps approached the door she had hidden behind, and she froze completely.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
Oh, how the Hunter becomes the Hunted.
She saw what their flashing sticks did to the lessors.
Like hell if she'd let them catch her this easily.
She crouched silently, ready for anything.