Hunter was lying on top of an old building. He felt the warm sun hit his torn and bruised flesh and he stretched out to absorb more of the warm rays. Most Hunters hated sun, with them being creatures of the shadows and all but not this one. This Hunter loved the sun. He loved all the warmth that came with it. He never knew why he loved the sun so much, he assumed that when he was a human he must have loved the sun and it followed him into this new life. He didn't like to hunt in the sun though. It made it hard for him to concentrate. The comforting warmth and bright light always distracted him. He wore his hoodie to try to block the light but as for the warmth, he was stuck with it. He didn't mind too much though, when the humans shot at him, the sun only took away the pain and replaced it with a warm soothing sensation.
Hunter licked his lips at the thought of humans. They were tasty. Very tasty. At first the humans were plentiful but then as they started to notice more and more zombies, they left and those who didn't got turned in to zombies or were eaten. Eating wasn't necessary, Hunter was already dead, why would he need food? Eating provided a relief. It made him feel good. It made him stronger and he didn't feel any pain after a meal. All zombies felt pain, Hunter knew that. They all feel the agony and pain of being dead. Eating helped make that pain go away. Fresh, uninfected human was the best stuff to eat. It would completely erase your pain for a few weeks, if you had enough of it, a few months. Of course, humans aren't always around so the common infected zombies provided relief for a few days. They weren't nearly as tasty as humans but if there was nothing else around, you were stuck with them.
Common zombies were dumb, very very dumb. All they do is stand around and stare at nothing. When humans come by they just run at them and not even try to think of a plan to actually succeed in killing the humans. And they love boomer puke. Hunter wasn't sure why they loved it so much. It smelled good and all but it tasted horrible. Hunter figured that the common must smell its sweet scent and come running at whatever is covered in it, not paying attention to how bad it tasted. They were dumb after all. Boomers seemed to take advantage of this and enjoy using the dumb common to do all the fighting for them. Hunter had watched a Boomer take out a young human this way. At first, Hunter was going to pounce on the human but then the Boomer vomited on it. Hunter laughed as the young human was getting destroyed by such dumb, weak zombies. The Boomer quickly went in and slaughtered all the zombies so it could have to meal to itself. The common were so dumb they just stood there and let the Boomer kill them all. Of course, Hunter then quickly ended the Boomer and took the meal for himself. He smiled at this memory but then quickly frowned. That was his most recent meal and it was over three weeks ago. The familiar aching, burning pain was slowly coming back. He would need more food soon or he would feel the pain again.
The pain was unbearable three days after you started to feel the pain again. You would still be living but it would be like walking through a burning fire with every bone in your body broken. He had only felt that pain once, when he was first born. Well, reborn but he says born since he doesn't remember his old life. He was scared then, unsure of how this new world worked. So he did what any new born would do and he hid. He hid for a long time. He felt the pain but he didn't know how to make it go away. Until he smelled the fresh, delicious scent of a human for the first time.
He was in an old abandoned store then. He was writhing in pain, on the ground when a smell floated through the air, so sweet and irresistible, it made the pain go away even though he only smelled it. The closer the scent got, the better he felt. He didn't know what it was until a young human female walked in. She was bleeding and then she waved over some more humans. "All clear in here." He remembered her saying. He understood her, he didn't know why or how but that was a minor detail. Two more walked in, the sweet scent made Hunter sweat. There were two men. The young female smelled the best though. Most likely since she was the youngest thus the freshest. Hunter was young then, he was also dumb and naïve. He assumed this meal would come easily so he pounced without thinking. He landed on the girl and sunk his teeth into her shoulder. Her blood filled his mouth and his pain was gone in an instant. But then he felt sharp, painful stings and let go of her. Her pack was attacking him. He raced away, the taste of blood still in his mouth. He managed to hear them say something as he left though. "Hunter…." One of the males had said. Hunter…That's what he was. So that's what he went by.
He learned that humans were tasty. Humans were the best to help rid the pain. Humans were strong. Humans could fight back. Humans were smart. He learned all these things over time of course. Even though he had eaten plenty of humans, he had also seen many get away. Though every time they got away, he learned one of their tricks to help him catch the next one. He learned that they carried weapons. He had heard humans call them 'guns' whatever that was supposed to mean. He knew that 'guns' could hurt you from a distance. He also knew that without guns, humans were almost defenseless.
Humans had other weapons too though, like fire. He knew what fire was. It was feared amongst zombies. If it got you, it would burn until you died. You could never put it out until you got in water. Humans knew zombies were weak against fire and they used it against them. They would fill bottles with fire liquid and then light a cloth at the end. When the bottle broke it would spread the fire liquid every where and the cloth would light it on fire. Hunter had never been burned, but he had seen many others get burned. He heard their sick cries and shivered. Fire was bad, end of story.
They also had small things with pretty flashy red lights at the top of them. Hunter had been tempted to run after one once but he knew humans wouldn't carry something if it didn't help them in any way. He had watched as a lot of dumb common ran after it and then died as the thing blew up. It was powerful and if you got too close, you were dead. So Hunter knew to keep his distance.
Hunter learned about the humans as much as he could. He knew a lot of their tricks and he learned how to trick the humans himself. He learned that he could lead unwary humans to him if he snarled and growled at them. They wanted to 'get rid of the Hunter before it got one of them' so they would look for him. He would then pounce and rip into them, tasting their sweet flesh. Sometimes their pack would come and rescue their team mate before Hunter could finish it off. He would have to flee, knowing that he could not take on more then one at a time but usually he would have eaten enough of the human to last for a week.
Hunter was defiantly one of the smarter zombies. He wouldn't have survived for as long as he had if he wasn't. Not only were humans an enemy, but sometimes other infected were. Not the common infected but the special infected. Usually special infected left each other alone but sometimes they would want to try a new meal when there weren't any humans around and the common infected were getting boring to eat. Hunter had been attacked by a Charger before. He was able to easily outrun and out jump the monster before it could hurt him though. He remembered it roar and scream at him. It screamed, "Food! Food! Food!" As it charged him. He can understand other zombies of course. They all shared a universal language that they were born knowing.
Not all infected were mean though. Hunter had met some kind infected before. There was a Spitter who shared her meal with him before. Then once there was Smoker that he worked together with to get two humans for food. He never stayed long with them though. He preferred being alone, he worked better that way. He never had to share food or anything. That's how he liked it. Never having anyone bug him to go look for food or something like that was nice.
He stretched out in the sun again and flipped onto his back so his stomach was facing toward the sun. He winced as the pain shot through his body but then relaxed as it vanished. That was an early sign that he needed to eat. He was going to get up but then decided not to since the sun felt better then usual today. He was lying there for at least an hour more when he heard a loud roar and felt the ground shake. He sat up, confused at what was making all that racket. He tried to think of what it could be but he didn't have a clue. He hadn't encountered anything like that before. He saw a rock go flying through the air when he realized what it was. A Tank… He had never seen a Tank himself but the Spitter he had talked to told him about them. She had said it was big and dumb. It was like a common zombie but much stronger. She said if you see one, run. She said that they don't care about other zombies and will kill them if the other zombies are in the way.
His thoughts were interrupted by another rock flying through. He ducked, so it barely skimmed over his head. He saw the massive beast run at him, its tongue hanging from its mouth and flapping over its face wildly. Hunter jumped on the next building, trying to get out of the way but he saw that the Tank was following him. It must want to 'taste' a Hunter. He leapt from building to building, easily outrunning the overly strong zombie. He felt victorious until a rock smashed into the ground next to him. He needed to hide; running away wasn't going to stop the Tank.
He saw a tall building with lots of windows on the sides. He jumped up, grabbing onto each window sill to boost himself up and grab the next one. He could feel the rocks smashing below him as the Tank threw them and roared as he missed. Hunter laughed at how dumb the Tank was. It should be aiming for where Hunter was going to be, not where he was. By the time the rock would hit where he was, he would have already moved on. But of course, the Tank was too dumb to realize that. Hunter made it to the roof and looked down at the Tank. It was rampaging around, angry that it lost the meal and then stomped off, hitting plenty of common infected in its way.
Hunter smirked as he watched it go. It was strong but dumb. Hunter himself was not nearly as strong but he was smart. Brains wins over brawns every time. He chuckled to himself then lied down, on the roof that he was on. This building was much taller then one he was on before so he was closer to the sun now. He stretched out, to absorb the warm rays.