AN: RECENTLY STARTED PLAYING L4D AGAIN AND GOT AN IDEA FOR THIS HOPR YOU LIKE IT. PLEASE ENJOY.

DISCLAIMER: All Infected type's belong to L4D

"Rikka jump befo-" "NO leave, her they're closing on us!" yelled voices she couldn't recognize them nothing was registering properly. All she knew was her fingers where numb now and clenched on a chain and there was a spreading pain emanating from her shoulder. Then suddenly there was a snap she fell back hitting something and she was out like a brick unaware of the closing horde the leaving Hummer trying to escape. But as she died she felt a change but was down to fast to notice it.

(A WEEK LATER)

Her eyes slowly began to flutter open her pupils dilating like a cats to adjust to the lighting. She clutched her head first a pounding bang coming from there it was at this she felt something in her hand she looked at the chain in her hand. She brought it to her face there where oval shaped items on it she examined it curious. There was letter's and number's on it but to her it was all nonsense however there was a smell emanating from it that she under stood she brought it to her nose sniffing it her nose registering the smell's and translating it to her giving her images of different things blood, soot, chemical's, and a person two to be exact but they where highlighted in two colors one was a male colored blue and a female that was yellow. The features where blurry at first but after a few stronger sniff's it all registered clearer the boy was tall had black long wavy hair he was dirty and slightly tanned he had his arm over the girls shoulder she had short blonde hair bright eyes shifting between red and brown and her features kept changing in small ways like her nails kept getting sharper and then normal again. Then the image slowly blurred the girl fading away and the guy remaining but now he was different his hair was longer his face was dirty he was plucking something something off a tree then it disappeared and she reopened her eyes saliva was dripping out her mouth all she understood from that was two things the man was food and the girl was her she stood up but felt uncomfortable. She was hungry but felt wrong dressed how she was like she needed something and as hungry as she was her instincts where telling herto look around for something she wasn't sure what but knew she'd know when she found it. After a while of searching she found it on a dead infected. She stripped the jacket off the dead infected there was some bullet wholes in it around the chest and half of one sleeve was torn off and to top it it was big on her the hood messed up her view and slid down to her side and the whole sleeve on her right covered her palm only allowing her finger's to stick out but she didn't care she was so hungry and even with the buffet of body's around her she wanted the one she smelled. She sniffed the chain again and her glowing red eyes dilated more and a trail of smoke formed in front of her several to be precise showing different paths to her destination. She looked at the one on the wall behind her it seemed the most... pleasing so she jumped on the wall her sharp claws digging through the cement like butter and she began to climb for now her hunt was on.

She was currently on all fours on top of a rooftop stalking a young boy currently walking down an alley it wasn't her initial target but the hunger had become overwhelming by now. She began to prepare to pounce on him she was waiting for him to turn the opposite direction that pistol couldn't kill her but she didn't want to add more bullet holes to her jacket. She watched he turned around looking opposite of her direction after a cat toppled a bottle over near by she was about to pounce when she was beat to the chase. He was suddenly attacked by a startled witch that was startled by the cat too but he was more dangerous to her then a cat he shot at her missing each time until she got him driving her long sharp claws through his torso sending blood everywhere then ending him by digging her teeth into his neck and ripping it out the guy bled out instantly. The huntress sat on the building pissed she was hungry and her meal was just taken by someone else. She jumped down making the witch shoot a warning look at first but it softened at the sight of the huntress she looked at her curious to the huntress's intentions but they became apparent when her belly growled and the huntress knelt down clutching her gut she was hungry as shit. The witch opened her mouth meaningless growl's coming out but to an infected it all formed a sentence "are you hungry hunter I am willing to share meat with you." the huntress growled in response "thank you witch may I join then?" the witch scooted to over as the huntress crawled over and looked down starring hungrily at the body before her. She looked to the witch and smiled then turned to the body and tore out flesh to eat drool slightly coming out her mouth joining the blood that came with every bite the witch joined soon after skewering pieces and eating she quickly finished she stood up and walked away having her fill and siting back in her spot and began to sob again. The huntress quickly finished she stood back up wiping the fresh blood off her mouth she looked around trying to spot her sent but found none she quickly reached into the jacket pocket and pulled the chain out again and sniffed it regaining the scent she then shoved it back into her pocket and continued to hunt her original prey.

(IN A SMALL PARK JUST OUT OF THE CITY)

A man was currently walking around a deep fast river making his way home his P-90 slung to his back his blood pasted torn black trench coat buttoned up he was holding a cut on his left thigh his black cargo pants ripped in several areas nothing he couldn't patch at home. He was also thinking rather loudly to himself not caring who heard. "well isn't this a lovely mess you got your self into Zack and here I thought we would be more cautious damn I'm an idiot." he was alone for a long time and by now had actually developed an alter ego in himself who he had conversations with usually in his head however he wasn't insane just really lonely as fuck. "well in your defense you are a fucking idiot how couldn't you figure infected would number the thousands here at a fucking medical camp where shit tons of infected end up!" responded his little self he responded angrily with a snap "well if your just me then you know damn well that if I didn't know then you didn't either." "to shay." he smirked and stood tall arms crossed feeling triumphant then he collapsed his leg to injured to take his full weight which wasn't much since he'd been living off ration's and apples the past month he grabbed a nearby rail and picked himself up and leaned against the rail. A fog was currently blanketing the park preventing him from seeing the source of a low snarl near by he instinctively reached to his magnum holstered under his arm and using the other to grab the ax hanging off his sash that hung over the coat tied tightly to avoid falling on it was a med kit two ax's and a pouch on the sides of his hips with all his ammo for his pistol and the shot gun slung over his other shoulder. He scanned the area pointing his magnum into the thick fog and keeping his ax in the air with the other his iron sight's where blurry and lined up as his gaze landed on a quickly approaching silhouette he fired a bullet he got a fit on the tall figure but it didn't die but had a loud couching fit then a long tongue shot out "fucking shit!" Zack jumped out of the way bringing his ax down on the tongue severing the tip from the rest making it scream in pain as the tongue shot back to the now injured smoker Zack quickly fell over to his side still unable to stand unsupported but he took plenty of shots with his magnum unable to reach his P-90 as he had fallen on it making it inaccessible to him he was horrified when his magnum made a click signifying it's now empty magazine he used his other hand to grab another clip and and reloaded quickly barley emptying fire chamber as the bleeding tongue shot at him again this time he couldn't use his ax though and the tongue wrapped him up and dragged him over restraining his arm's preventing him from shooting.

He was just a few feet away when he did the most disgusting disturbing(yet effective) thing he could do, he clamped his teeth onto the smoker's tongue making it screech in pain and loosen its slippery disgusting hold on Zack he smiled rolled over and shot three bullets into the infected's skull it's body went limp and fell to the ground lifeless. He sighed before trying to stand up he managed to limp to the rail again before giving away and grabbing the rail. "ugh that sting's like a bitch!" "tell me something I don't know dipshit now get your ass to the clock tower before more show up!" Zack quickly nodded agreeing with himself and limped along the rail to a bench he sat scanned the area before reaching to the med kit hanging on his waist he opened it and took out a needle and stitches and got to work on his wounds shakily stitching his thigh after rubbing a clear fluid for infection once his cut was sealed he put his stuff away before taking out some bandages and wrapping his leg up. It bled a few seconds more then stopped he smiled and sat there a little while yet again having a loud argument with himself that led down a weird path. "I wasn't expecting this shit to start on my wedding day you know." "ehh life's unexpected Zack you just need to deal with the crap thrown at you. Right no matter how hard it is." Zack nodded agreeing while also stroking his tattoo it was on his forearm it was a name it read "Rikka's boy :p" yeah he was drunk when he got it but that didn't matter it still meant something it was there to remind him to stay devoted to his now deceased wife. A tear threatened to fall out but he wiped it quickly he sniffled a little though. It was hard to accept his wife's death but there was no way she could have lived right. He starred up to the sky wondering if maybe she was watching over him somewhere. If only he knew he was right but not in the way he thought. As he walked home his leg feeling home he had heard it a while back but didn't care the noise of soft quiet pit patter of feet on the roof was helpful he knew it was a infected but didn't care it was actually helpful cause he knew that if it stopped while he was still walking then it meant more infected or survivors where near by so far it was only infected.

He approached a large clock tower it had one entrance a reinforced metal door that had a shit ton of locks nothing could open it without a key or a nuke with 2x the power of a normal one. He reacehed into his jacket pocket and pulled out a key it had a blue and red button he clicked the blue one and several click's where heard and a light above the door turned off he pushed the door open and closed it behind him he clicked the red one and all the locking mechanisms made a satisfying click the corridor contained two trunks each one holding pipe bomb's, ammo, and a few guns but most where empty and needed a currently not owned magazine. He shouted out not afraid of nearby infected since they couldn't reach him "Lucy I'm home!" soon a cute odd looking cat came down stair's it pounced it's master happily his black and brown fur a blur as he darted at him. Zack held the cat two him he wasn't a fan of cats but this one was basically his room mate as far as he was concerned. The cat jumped down and ran away interested in something else now. Zack walked around the corner of the corridor and into a lift it had two buttons one up and one down as big as the tower was there was only two floors base and attic which was under all the gears then an access to the roof. He entered the attic welcomed by the churning of gears and the tick of the giant clock mechanisms but he was ok with it. In there it was just a small room since the tower was thin however there was still plenty of room in one corner there was a stair way to the lookout access as he called it there was a brown couch in the middle with a TV in front of it. A refrigerator was next to a small futon in another corner next to the lift the place itself was lit by two lamps dim blue Christmas lights and a few candles. He threw his belt on the couch with his arm strap and weapon's then finally his black hat and scarf it was pretty cold around this area he took his boots off next soon he only where a coat cargo pants and fingerless gloves it looked odd but he didn't care he walked to the lookout after he was in his more comfortable outfit the lookout was a square area sandbags on either side and a sniper rifle set on each side with boxes filled to the brim with full magazines next to it. He walked to each side checking for infected there was none visible so he didn't worry he grabbed a apple from a small basket in a corner he then grabbed a sniper took a bite and aimed at nothing for awhile aware of the huntress currently on the roof above waiting to strike however she was unaware that he was aware.

AN: HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT PLEASE PLEASE REVEIW I NEED SOME SUPPORT HERE HAVE A KICKASS DAY!