A/N: Hey there everyone! Now please don't freak out about me posting a new story before finishing Faithfully! I promise you all that I have not forgotten about Faithfully and I will get it done, I'm just in a little slump with it right now is all. I look at my computer screen and just can't think of anything to put down for it at the moment so I decided to start my newest story. This new story is centered around the Left 4 Dead universe. What is going to happen to Haruka and Michiru when the are faced with a viral outbreak that infects everyone and starts causing people to mutate into horrible, monstrous, killing machines? All the inspiration for this story came from my favorite game Left 4 Dead and have been wanting to write something for it for quite a while now, so while I try to find an ending to Faithfully, which I will I swear it, here is the first chapter in my new story, An Infected Love. Please enjoy everyone and tell me what you think of it!

It had been two weeks since the virus hit and there was still no help. People were running around in a state of mass panic searching for their loved ones, fighting to survive and looking for safe havens. The military was always offering security but either no one lived long enough to find them or if you did survive, you couldn't find them at all. Special organizations were claiming to know exactly what was going on and how to avoid getting infected but the virus was always mutating, everyday there was something different about it. First it would be airborne, then it would be passed through bites and scratches, then it would only be passed if you were attacked by a mutated infected. It was a never ending battle for life and sanity. When it came to Michiru she had been one of the lucky ones that was immune to the virus, her and a handful of people actually. She met up with three other people a few days after the virus hit, the first one she met was Seiya. Seiya was a tall man, standing at five feet eleven inches. He had long black hair that came to his mid back that he was always wearing in a ponytail. He wasn't very big in the means of muscle but her had a great fighting spirit and incredible street smarts which made him a formidable for against the infected.

A few days after they met they were slowly making their way through Pittsburg when they ran into a man that called himself "Death's Angel". His real name was Damien and he got his kicks out of blowing infected heads apart. He was a rather short man standing at five feet six inches but oh boy was he built and he had an attitude to match. It wouldn't surprise Michiru if the man could rip two phone books in half. Damien was a little reluctant at first to go along with the traveling pair because he thought his fun would be ruined if others were there to drag him down, but he eventually gave in and joined the two in their search for safety. A week later they met the last of their current group, Clint. Clint was just an average guy who dressed like a business supervisor, white button up shirt, black tie, black slacks and shiny shoes, not someone you would imagine fighting of the living dead. The stood at 5 feet nine inches and had short brown hair, his build was completely average. As for Michiru herself she was in good shape. She had always kept herself healthy at the gym of the college she was attending when the virus hit. She stood at five feet eight inches, a bit taller than most girls and had shoulder length wavy aqua hair which she had started wearing in a ponytail since she know had undead infected people running after trying to take a bite out of her.

Before meeting each other each of them experienced different things and different Infected. Each had their own methods of combat that they shared with one another so that they could maintain communication and battle plans for when the worst came around. They shared information about all the mutated infected as well. Seiya shared his knowledge about a Infected that he called a Smoker. Though it looked like what they all considered Common Infected, Common Infected being Infected that had nothing special about them and did nothing but run around in large groups trying to eat you, The Smoker was taller, more durable, its skin was covered in growths that caused little spurts of green smoke and the left side of its face was bloated and appeared to be a large tumor. Damien shared his stories of encountering Smokers along with what he called The Boomer. The Boomer was an extremely bloated Infected who's mutation had caused it to produce mass amounts of bile, which it used to projectile vomit onto you. If it hit you then you would become temporarily blinded, and to top it all off, while you were blinded, a huge horde of Common Infected would come running from surrounding areas to attack you because they seemed attracted to the smell of the bile. Apparently it was a powerful Infected but extremely fragile, just one bullet would cause it to explode sending bile, blood and its organs all over the place. The Boomer made belching and gurgling noises that warned you of its presence. As for the appearance, it had become fat and bloated due to the mass production of bile in its stomach causing its skin to stretch and deteriorate over time, leaving gapping holes so that its innards were visible.

Clint had even more frightening tales to tell than his companions. He told them of an Infected he called The Tank, a Infected of gigantic proportions. The mutation had caused mass muscle and bone growth, granting it an extreme amount of strength. It was capable of punching large objects such as cars into the air or throwing large chunks of concrete that it ripped straight off the ground and bashing through otherwise impenetrable walls. The Tank kept a high profile making it able to hear it from a great distance due to its loud roars and shaking the ground when running. Due to its large build it walked and ran similarly to that of gorilla. After The Tank he told everyone about The Witch, the most terrifying of all the Infected. Though The Witch seemed passive at first it was soon discovered that passive was not a word to describe her at all. She looked like she may have been a long haired platinum blonde before mutating. Her fingers had grown into long, razor sharp claws that could cut through doors in one swipe. She would sit on the ground hunched over, rocking back and forth, sobbing. The best thing to do was just leave her alone and go around her, you don't bother her, she won't bother you. But if you did get too close or you shot her she would start screaming and advances upon her victim with great speed. The mutation had caused an increase in strength for The Witch, despite her slender figure, with that strength she could kill in one swipe.

Last, but not least was the most dangerous Infected of them all called, The Hunter. The Hunter was an agile Infected who's mutation had granted him amazing strength, awareness and dexterity. Hunters could be identified by their distinctive growl, or the screams and snarls the emitted when they crawled on all fours. Michiru sat listening to her companion's stories with great interest. She had seen almost all the Infected that they were talking about except for The Witch, The Tank and The Hunter. She noticed that Clint had pretty good knowledge about all the Infected he had seen except for The Hunter. She wanted to know more about The Hunter because it seemed like that Infected was slightly different than all the others.

"Hey Clint, you didn't tell us what The Hunter does."

"Oh yeah, well, The Hunter can leap I would venture to say about 30 feet in the air, pouncing off of walls, pouncing onto rooftops and also off of them right onto your head. When a Hunter is on top of you just go a head and kiss your ass good bye because they will rip you to shreds with their sharp finger nails."

"What do they look like?"

"The only one I ever saw was wearing a hoodie, brown pants and black sneakers. For some reason both of its wrists and both of its ankles were taped up, I have no idea why that is though or even how it got there in the first place."

Seiya piped up with a possible theory.

"When the virus hit maybe the poor guy taped up the openings of his clothes in hopes to keep the Infection out, but it didn't work. But now, if you think about it, the tape is helping The Hunters because you said the leap and fly through the air to pounce on top of you right?"

"Yeah, right."

"If there is no air flowing through the clothing that makes them more aerodynamic."

Michiru placed her chin in her hand, trying to think of other things to ask. They seemed to be getting somewhere with this Hunter thing.

"Why does it scream?"

Clint glanced over at the aqua haired woman, a hint of fear and disgust in his eyes.

"Now that I can answer."

"Well…spill it then."

"It has no eyes."

Michiru, Seiya and Damien looked at each other then back to Clint who had his arms wrapped tightly around his body, his eyes locked on the small fire they had made to keep warm. Michiru knew just by looking at the poor guy that what he had seen really disturbed him. Every sympathetic bone in her body was telling her to not press the matter but her curiosity got the better of her.

"What do you mean it didn't have any eyes?"

"Do I need to draw you a picture Michiru? They damn thing didn't have any eyeballs in its eye sockets. I don't think I can be any more blunt than that."

"What does that have to do with the screaming that it does?"

"Its using echolocation."

"Echolocation? You mean the same thing that bats do to find food?"

"Exactly like that. It can't see anything so it screams and growls so its own voice will bounce off of things so it can see where its going….so it can hunt us down."

They all looked at each other with fear stricken eyes. They really didn't have any room for fear in a time like this but after hearing about everything that was prowling around outside, they all just couldn't help it. They were living in Hell and they were going to have to learn how to survive, quickly.