Before I start some material may be upsetting for someone who doesn't like zombies' or the killing of zombies or the possibly graphic way I make this. And I am sorry. There will be a little romance and such in later chapters as well. I intended to make this strictly for fun, I am not profiting from this in any way shape or form. There may also be mild cursing too. Later on it will possibly turn into something relating to Left 4 Dead (2) so all rights to them for any characters I may use or mention. Enjoy. ~

This is also my first story I will post on here and have no beta so I'm sorry for any bad grammar or spelling mistakes there may be. M' sorry. I will also try to update this ever Thursday or Friday. Depending on how school is going. Please don't flame, but help is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading. ^_^

p.s.; I'm so sorry for not posting the full chapter 1, I thought it had posted the right document but apparently not, not much is different other then a better /in my view/ ending so please do not hurt me! ^n^'

-alexiahunterl4d2

Hunters

by: alexiahunterl4d2

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Logan was walking quietly in the Martin Woods, his shot gun in hand, and his bow on his back along with his backpack, which would rustle together when he jumped over a fallen tree or thorn vine. It has been three months and six days since the dead had gotten up and started to walk around. Two months and a day since they started to mutate to better hunt the living that was slowly decreasing in size. Logan had only been lucky, living in a small town near the middle of no-where in the state of Tennessee had its advantages, like growing up with a family that watched lots of zombie movies, or just breed to survive. He was also lucky to have been out when his town was hit with the unknown attack of the dead.

But here he was, walking in the woods, no real set place to go and no idea what to do. In most movies he had seen when he was growing up the main character would find something in the woods, most of the time it was a good thing, and with no other ideas he decided to head out. That morning he had packed all the food he could find from the local Huck's store and stole as much ammo from the pawn shops around town as well until he could barely run with his bag, which wasn't too bad to carry anyway. Another bush he walked around before he heard a sharp cry to his right. He pulled the gun up to his chest and readied it to fire as he moved towards the sound. Rookie reaction but he really wanted to know what that sound came from. A loud thump followed as he moved around more thick bushes to face a gun barrel pointing at him square in the face.

"Lower your gun." Came a female voice, behind the barrel he couldn't help but stare into. A click of the trigger being drawn back made him lower the gun to his side. "Good, now hand it over please." He let his movements be slow as a small hand glided over his and took the weapon from his open palm. The shotgun was unloaded and handed back to him before the pistol in his face lowered.

A girl with short black hair and light gray eyes smiled up to him. She seemed about his age just, short, but then again he was quiet tall for a 16 year old boy. "Thanks." Logan responded after she had handed him back his four shells. "No problem, so who are you?" She asked once she turned to a dead zombie and pulled a machete from its head, wiping the blood off with a rag she had pulled out of a bag near her left that had been laid on the ground.

"Logan. Logan Cronex of Martin." The girl paused before shoving the blade into a hidden sheath on her leg. It looked like she had cut a hole just near the sheet so she could hide it. Smart. Next she pulled the bag up onto her back and turned back to him. "Where you headed?" She then asked. "No where particularly." Logan shrugged his shoulders causing the bow and backpack on his back to shudder as well. The girl nodded then walked back to him and held out a hand to him, "Allie Scott, from Dresden. Nice to meet another living person who knows his stuff." Allie nodded to the bag and weapons as Logan began to reload his gun. "You too. Allie." "But-" she interrupted, "Never use your real name, and never say where you're going, then again you don't have a reason to lie to a girl huh?" Allie chuckled as she looked around.

"Wanna' tag along?" She asked suddenly as she pointed towards the way he was already heading. Logan blinked a few times before nodding in response, "sure, why not?" He cocked the gun back to close it and pulled his bag strap closer onto his shoulder. Allie went ahead of him a few steps before he followed after, noticing her outfit a little more to see if he could spot anymore hidden weapons just in case.

She was wearing a black hoodie and from what he could see a flannel red, black, and white undershirt, most likely a button up. Dark blue jeans with small rips and tears and black tights underneath, while her feet rested in black tied-up boots that seemed to be meant for the outdoors. Now he could clearly see the gun holster on her left side, opposite the machete on her right hip, and a knife sticking out of her backpack.

His own attire was of a black leather vest, a camo-under shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of sneakers. He hadn't expected to run into anyone or even care what he looked like but this girl at least found a way to match her cloths as she escaped whatever hell was in Dresden now too. He hadn't found any knives in town surprisingly, but he was fine with his shotgun and bow. A snap under his foot made him jump back from his thoughts to a raised eyebrow on Allie's face in front of him. "I know you're probably new to this, but ya' gotta be quiet." Logan smiled stupidly as his hand ran through his dark brown hair. "Sorry." Allie rolled her eyes before turning and continuing on her mind-made path.

He pulled at the bag strap again and focused on where he walked a little more than he was where he was going. Soon enough he hit his head on a low laying branch, but luckily he didn't make too much noise as Allie just kept walking. Logan mumbled lowly to himself as he sprinted a few steps to keep up with the short-legged, yet fast walking girl in front of him. Logan stayed a good few feet behind her as they walked on through the foggy afternoon woods. The sun getting cut out by the tall pine and oak trees overhead.

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"You know how to make a campfire?" Allie asked as she stacked together sticks they had found around the small campsite they had stumbled upon. It had been empty due to it being almost November, too cold to send little kids to a camp, also with school and all that crap as well. "Yeah, got a piece of cloth you don't want?" Logan said setting down a pair of sleeping bags he had found in a cabin closet near the main lunch hall. He turned after a loud ripping sound he turned to see her putting a old shirt over the small make-shift campfire and stepped back to organize her stuff to the side. Logan moved to his own backpack and dug out a lighter from a front pocket and lighting the cloth until it stayed lit, and then adding thicker sticks to the fire. "Cool." Allie said sitting down next to her own backpack, on the sleeping bag.

After a while the wind started to pick up into cold gusts which caused them to move into one of the wooden cabins meant for the kids. Logan took his time moving the large dressers to block the door, and one to the right side window, leaving the left one for a quick escape if they needed it, but still putting a blanket over it just to be safe. He lit a small candle that was on a side table, helping Allie pull the mattresses off the two bunk beds and sliding them to one wall. "Night, you got first watch, wake me at 3am." Allie yawned flopping down onto her mattress and pulling her hoodie up over her head and hugging her gun in one hand while the other hand clutched her machete handle.

"Okay." Logan blinked a little confused and a bit angry to have to stay up, but it was in their best interest to sleep in shifts he guessed as he moved a wooden chair to the window with the blanket over it, which he moved to the side ever so slightly so he could look outside at the darken woods and camp.

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Silence. In the middle of nowhere with a girl he'd just met in the woods bashing a zombie's brain in, what a productive day. Silence was an easy thing to not care about until you're stuck in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and you better learn to fear it. It never ends well. Now he was sitting in the dark, watching the woods brighten, while he listened to the sounds of his new friends breathing. It was a lull to him but he stayed awake, despite the terrible urge to lay his head on the window sill and just close his eyes. He'd promised to wake her at 3am, so by god he would wait to sleep.

The minutes ticked by, his watch lit up at 3am and he was so happy he almost couldn't get up from the stiff chair. He managed a good walk to the bed and sat on his own mattress before he leaned over to shaking Allie's shoulder softly. "Ay, wake up. Your turn." Logan yawned rubbing his tired eyes as the girl's outline sat up and did a stretch before moving to the chair he had sat in for a few long hours. "I'll wake you when it's 8. So you have time to sleep." She said in a whisper as she sat watch. "Mmm. Thanks." Logan yawned and fell right back onto the bed with no effort left to even pull up a blanket as he fell into a stiff sleep.

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Logan sat watch for a while, his gun ready at his side and eyes trained on the opening of the untamed forest. It was a dulling silence, sitting in the cabin, except the sound of the soft snores coming from his new acquaintance. The noises sounded so soothing, so helpless, so easing in the way they seemed unknowing of the forecast of danger around them in the large open world. The woods remained quiet for a long duration of the coming morning and only when the sun started to peek through the tops of the oak trees is when something stirred, something outside of the cabin. Logan's grip on his gun tightened but he reached instead for his bow, slow movements to keep from encouraging sounds. With the bow safely in hand and an arrow in the other he lined it up, still starring at the open field between the cabin and forest edge. Another movement in the bushes and he moved a board from his way, pointing the arrow towards its target, waiting. A few passing moments and the bushes parted, stumbling solemnly into the opening was a man, or once was. His dark hair was a ragged mess and his skin a sickly white, the sharp contrast almost made him sick when he spotted the large chuck in his arm missing, old blood cloaked his cloths around the wound, one foot being dragged as if it were broken. It was a sad sight to see, the man must have been walking down a back road or maybe even got into a wreak somewhere to cause him such a painful death. He took in a deep inhale of breath, closing one eye to pin point his targets' head. A moment after her exhaled the air flew from his hand almost in slow motion until it whizzed straight and down the possible 20 yards to hit the man's head with a snapping wet sound. The zombie stopped moving, standing almost as still as one could with a broken foot, then it was falling with a 'thunk' as he hit the ground. To easy.

Logan had stayed awake, watching as the sun started rising behind the pine tree forest, the sky only indicating with faint glows of pink-orange in the dark sky. He yawned once as his watch clicked lightly on his wrist. It read; 11:05 am. Allie had apparently heard the soft ping of his watch and was sitting up yawning. "Wanna go recheck the Main Cabin?" Logan suggested as she started packing her and his items into their backpacks. "Sure. No harm in it." Her reply was soft and thick with sleep as she finished packing. Logan quickly helped her move the dresser from in front of the door, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder with his bow and arrow tucked away as well. Once the door opened pale orange light lit the room as they left, Logan told her to go ahead to the front porch as he went to retrieve the arrow in the dead zombies head. Allie waited patiently for him, turning to sneak peeks through the dusty glass windows. No movements from inside. She tapped on the glass, hoping to stir up anything that may remain inside. No sounds, no movements, nothing at all to respond it seemed. Logan had trotted up on to the porch now and grabbed his knife from his pack, drawing it to his side as he pried the door open with it. They made their ways though the first floor to find nothing obvious, now standing in the kitchen Logan had helped Allie up onto a counter so she could rummage through the cabinets. Most of the food was way past due date or was ruined by bugs. "Bingo!" Allie declared after making Logan jump in surprise when she yelled. She started handing him cans of food. Beans & Franks, Corn, Peas, and some other cans like Peaches or various Soups. After rummaging through a few drawers after stocking up on cans Logan found a can opener and waved it over to Allie. "Let's enjoy our first cans before we go." She winked handing him a can of Spaghettio's grabbing one herself as they headed into the living room to enjoy a morning meal.

Allie sat down on the dusty red couch in the main room and popped open her can quickly with the can opener Logan had found, handing it over to him as she handed him a spare spoon from her pack as she dug in to the still fresh gushy food. It felt nice to Logan to sit down and eat with someone, even if all hell had broken loose just months ago.

A suddenly low growl and the sound of bone scraping against floor boards made the duo jump from their spots and grab their weapons in hand, rose to strike the zombie as he fell right down the stairs. The sight was not very pretty, blood smearing down the walls and steps as it fell, body twisting in unnatural ways they seem to not faze it as it lifted itself from the messy ground where it had landed. It let out another long, deep growl, hissing as it crawled towards them on broken knee caps and cut hands. Logan was the first to move into action and kicked, his shoes collided with the skull with a loud crunch, it looked like he had broken the jaw as teeth fell from the open mouth, old blood oozing out of the split mouth. Allie followed suit by almost jumping, her steel heavy boots came crashing down on the zombies' skull and making it almost as flat as a pancake, a pancake filled with old blood, maggots, and brain matter scattered out of it. Allie huffed at her dirtied boots and grabbed her pack, pulling it onto her shoulders and moving to the door. "Where are we going now?" Logan asked, backpack already hanging from slim shoulders as well. "To wash off my boots." Allie laughed almost angrily as she hoped off the porch steps and onto the morning-dew grass, her hair flying around her face as she walked swiftly into the woods going east.

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End to Chapter 1