The Lovable Hunter

It was a typical day in the city, cars in the streets, people on the sidewalks... Okay so maybe they weren't "people" per say... More like zombies as the humans called us. I, however, hate that word. It blends me in with those common things out there. Thankfully, the humans gave me another name to set me apart from those bumbling bafoons. They call me a "Hunter". Why they call me that I have no idea, but it has a nice ring to it so I'm not complaining.

There are more of "my kind" as well as others. Along with Hunters, there are also Smokers, Boomers, Witches, and Tanks.

Smokers are nasty-looking things, with boils covering their arms and half their face. The feature they're most known for is their extremely long tongue that they use to snag their prey. I encountered this tongue before, thinking it was something to play with. It took me a while to realize it was moving on its own and when I did, I saw that I was face to face with a Smoker. I leapt to what I thought was safety at the time, only to have that same tongue wrap around my neck. The only reason I survived that encounter was because I sliced the tongue off me at the last second, leaping away to safety out of his sight and out of reach of his tongue.

The Witch, however is another story and one I would not like to tell. It involves a case of mistaken identity that leads into me running for my life with a pissed off Witch running after me, claws extended. Still to this day, I am deathly terrified of her claws. Though I will say, she looked kinda cute.

I have not met the Boomer or the Tank and word on the infected block is I don't want to. I've heard that the Boomer spits goo and that the Tank just beats the crap out of you. Yeah... The word on the infected block is right... I don't want to meet these guys...


I was leaping off of rooftops just for fun when I saw a survivor. She looked like she was cornered by one of those things they called "Smokers".

She looked like she was having trouble so I decided to help her out. I jumped down from my rooftop and straight onto the Smoker. The Smoker screeched and shoved me off with his tongue. I took up a defensive stance in front of the survivor. The Smoker screeched again and lashed out his tongue at me, which I clawed off. Disoriented and confused after I growled a warning for him to back off. When he didn't, I gave a screech of my own and he finally scampered off, probably to find an easier target. Once he was gone, I turned around to look at the survivor that I saved. She looked like she hadn't eaten anything in a while. She was a brunette and had the most beautiful blue eyes I'd ever seen. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever when I heard something.

"HUNTER!"

I turned around to see a guy with a shotgun pointed at my face. I screeched, then leapt to the nearest rooftop shots ringing out behind me.

Yup... Just another typical day in the city...


There's chapter 1~ I have no idea how you guys will like it but there you go. Please read & review so I know how to make it better~

See ya later~