Authors Note: This is my second L4D fan-fic. This one is a Hunters Point of View. The first one was about the survivors. Loblolly pointless.
Remember this is the HUNTERS point of view!
I awoke with a massive headache. I saw beer cans scattered across the floor. "Please don't tell me I'm going through a fucking hangover!" I growled. "I hate those things!." Smoker, waking up in a nearby sleeping bag yelled "Would you please shut up! I'm trying to sleep!" I gazed at him. "Hey Smoker, is anyone else here?" I suddenly heard puking in the bathroom. Smoker coughed. "I think Boomer is here." I looked at Smoker. Then replied to him. "I think I know that." Boomer came out and spoke to me. "Hey Hunter your toilet is clogged." All he heard was….
"FUUUUUCK!!!"
Since I am inexperienced with plumbing I ended up tearing the toilet up instead of fixing it. Smoker coughed and then spoke. "I think you're supposed to turn that valve."
"Okay"
I turned the valve and I got drenched in puke. Great…. Just what I needed!
"Goddamn it Boomer! Why didn't you just throw up in a bucket or something."
" Hey! I didn't know I was going to clog the toilet!"
"But you know you can't stop when you start!….. You know…. Unless you make yourself…."
"Look I don't want to deal with this! I'm leaving!"
I looked at Smoker than at Boomer, who just shut the door.
"Smoker let out a raspy voice. "He knows he can't handle 13 cans of beer."
"Yeah. But we did challenge him to that drinking contest by the way."
" Oh shit, seriously?"
"Yeah……"
I changed my shirt and pants so I didn't reek of vomit all day long. I got into my hoody and some new pants. I put duct tape on them to cover the holes but it turned to look pretty cool. I muttered to myself. "Gee, I wonder what Witch is doing." Smoker immediately looked at me. To be honest I forgot he was here. "Hunter, what are you doing with Witch?"
"What… I comforted her. She was crying for 3 hours straight. What else was I supposed to do?"
"Did you hug her?"
"Well, yeah."
"I am going to kill you!"
"Wha-"
Smoker threw his tongue at me. He started to pull me towards him. "Smoker! Stop this man!"
"I otta kill thou!' (he is speaking like that because his tongue is out =)"
"NOOOOOO!!!!"
Smoker began to claw at me scratching at my face. Smoker suddenly stopped clawing at me and looked pretty distracted. He pulled something of the wall and spoke" Thrinking conthest resulths" I looked at him. I spoke to him. "Huh? Let me see that!" Smoker handed me the paper. I read it out loud. "Drinking contest results*. Smoker: 48. Boomer: 13. Hunter: 79... No wonder I have this massive headache."
"79! I thought I was the masther thrinker! That's it. Thou are thead!"
"It's just a drinking contest! AGH! And I hugged Witch! So what!"
Smoker did not care he clawed at my face, harder this time. I looked down and saw blood gushing to the floor. " Smoker! Stop! You could really kill me!" He wouldn't stop though. I was practically standing in a puddle of my own blood. Suddenly everything turned red. I felt the pressure of the tongue let go, followed by the feeling of falling. I felt the floor and hear a loud crack. Next thing I know everything turns black.