DISCLAIMER: I do not own Left 4 Dead, nor do I own the survivor characters, any of the Infected (save Hacker, MINE) or anything else in the game. This awesome zombie killing multiplayer wonder was created by Valve/Steam/I don't know, look it up. ¬_¬ I don't own that song that I always hear but can never figure out the name.

1. Meet the Hacker

"# Get around, 'round, 'round, I get around!" the Hunter sang (or… whatever form of speech/communication the Infected have) to himself. He was jumping about from one rooftop to the other in a wrecked city, trying to keep himself amused. Things were pretty boring since most of the Immunes had been eaten, ripped to shreds and or beaten with sticks.

"# I get arooooouuuund, da da da daaaaaaaaaa, do do do do dooooooo – What the - ?" Within one simple second, Hunter had jumped, spotted something and crashed into the brick wall of the building he was aiming for. He slid down for a while, then fell and landed in a pile of trash. Growling, Hunter sprang up and pounced out of the alley to find the thing that caught his eye.

"Thank God, I thought I'd lose my other ear with your racket." Hunter turned around to see an unfamiliar Infected limping towards him.

From the figure, it looked like a girl in her early teens. Her dark hair was short and messy, effectively hiding her eyes. Her faded blue-grey sweater was ripped at the sleeves and bloodstained in various spots, with the words 'U SUCK' printed across the chest area. Her shorts were black and looked like the type most kids wore for gym in school, and only her right foot had a ripped white sock and a black shoe with the laces undone. What was noticeable was the bald patch on the top of her head, the limpness of her empty sleeves (implying her lack of arms) and her thick-layered neck, expanded slightly as she wheezed. Her left foot was bare, save for the strange, dull red sticky stuff that stuck her foot to the ground.

This strange infected stopped in front of Hunter, pulling her left foot off the ground only to put it back down again. Hunter blinked, leaned in and sniffed her hair. She leaned back and knocked Hunter back with one of her arms. He was right, she didn't have arms, because he felt the stumps where there should have been elbows.

"What? You never see another zombie before?" she asked, taking a step back. She yanked her sticky foot back with her with an annoyed grunt. Hunter raised an eyebrow (though you couldn't tell anyway due to the hood). This one didn't smell common, so she had to be a Special Infected. Just to be sure, Hunter circled around her, looking her up and down, curious. He tried to sniff the sticky stuff on her left foot, but she kicked him in the nose. He yelped and jumped back. "So you can sing, or at least TRY to, but you can't talk?"

"I can too talk!" Hunter retorted, still covering his nose. "Just who are you? And why haven't I seen you around?"

The newbie wheezed and moved her head a little, as though she were rolling her eyes. "Maybe I don't wanna be seen? If the crying one can be antisocial then so can I!"

Hunter thought for a moment. Crying one? Was she talking about the Witch? So, this Infected knew about them, but they didn't know about her.

"…Hello? Screaming dude?" Hunter stood up from his crouch and stared the short girl in the face… or, technically due to her hairstyle, fringe.

"That's 'Hunter'. I'm a Hunter. And what about you?"

"What about me?"

"What are you? Some kind of Spitter of maybe a girl Smoker-"

"Neither," she interrupted. "Why would you think I'm them?"

"I dunno… the weird wheezing problem?" Hunter suggested. He felt the impact of her free foot as it smacked into his chin. He growled and tried to leap on her for an attack, but she leaned to the side and he missed, crashing into another trash can.

"The Smoker doesn't wheeze, he coughs, and the Spitter… I dunno, she squeals or something."

"Well then what are you?!" Hunter snapped, kicking the trash can away as he got back up. The Infected turned around to look at him. She made a strange sound, like she were trying to breath through a tight space. Then she hacked something in his direction. A big ball of pink-ish goo splashed over Hunter and stuck him to the wall. He tried to pull himself off, but it was too sticky.

"Name's Hacker," she introduced, turning her back on him. "In case you didn't guess, I hack stuff up. Good day, screaming dude." With that, Hacker limped away, pulling her sticky foot along.

"Hey! Get back here!" Hunter yelled, still trying to pull himself off the wall. "I'm not done with you yet! HEY! GET ME OFFA THIS DAMN WALL!"

Well, there you have it. Writer's block has taken hold and now I'm stuck with a series of short stories about my own little Infected character, Hacker. Tell me what you think. Expect her to butt heads with Hunter more often.