This is going to be a new short series I'm working on. It's in the perspective of a Hunter named Acheron. He's a silent killer =3=
If you guys want more, feel free to tell me, I need to get my writing juices flowing again!
He watched the Survivors travel down the road, but he didn't follow them. He was supposed to be doing a specific mission, and being seen by the enemy would only result in failure; which he couldn't afford.
His hooded face followed them as they made their way down New Orleans's bloody and destroyed streets. He grit his fangs together in frustration as he saw the white-suited man fire a round of bullets on a small group of Common Infected. What right had he to destroy his people?
He crouched down on all fours, emitting a growl deep within his throat as he watched the group turn a corner into an alleyway. He crawled on top of a building from where he was and crouched on all fours, watching them make their way through the Common Infected. He looked up to see another Hunter like himself looking back at him from across the alleyway. He nodded, and the smaller hunter screeched and rocketed down, landing on the girl.
He grinned, showing his fangs, but that smile vanished when the trucker boy bashed the Hunter over the head with his baseball bat. He dug his claws into the concrete and gave another frustrated growl.
"No need to be angry, Acheron, we have plenty of soldiers to attack the survivors." Came a wheezing voice behind him. Acheron turned swiftly around to greet his general; a Smoker. Acheron dug his claws into the concrete more, scoring deep holes in it, "Rrr… but they just won't DIE!" He gave out a snarl as he emphasized "die".
The Smoker walked up next to Acheron as he watched the trucker survivor get tackled by a Charger. "You cannot let anger control you right now, Acheron. You're mission is clear; watch the Survivors' every move, and tell me where they are heading."
Acheron sat down, watching the Charger get lit aflame. He felt rage fill his being, "They have FIRE bullets!" He was about to leap to the ground when he felt a strong hold wrap around his waist. He yelped and was pulled back. Damn the Smoker's tongue. "Stop being so" he coughed, "damn aggressive!"
Acheron bowed his head, "Of course, Chaos."
Chaos ducked low, seeing that one of the Survivors has turned toward the building tops. "Your time will come when you are needed on the battlefield, but all in good time." He coughed once again, this time hacking a slimy substance down below. "But for now you must be as silent as death."
Acheron nodded. "For now you must follow me, we are having a meeting." Chaos wheezed, walking the opposite direction the group. Acheron bowed his head and followed in pursuit of his general.