Well, howdy dowdy banana fop filly! Looks like you found my story! This is my first Left4Dead fanfic, so don't be hatin'.
This is infected talk.
This is thoughts.
"This is normal talk."
This is a flashback.
Hunter POV
The Hunter coiled its legs like springs, and took off at intensifying speed through the city. The city had been bare of humans for weeks now, but the Hunter kept going with the hope that there would be more. It landed on the rooftop of a high rise apartment building and sniffed the air. Blood. Blood meant food. It jumped off the roof, ricocheted off a wall, and headed downtown.
Survivor POV
I struggled. I kicked my legs and thrashed my arms, but nothing was helping. I tried to heave the chunk of concrete off of me, which was hard considering one of my arms was sprained. I screamed in pain before violently shushing myself. Shut up, shut up! The infected will hear! My mouth wouldn't listen to my brain and kept screaming. I slapped myself across the face and finally quieted down. I'd been trapped here for a day now. I was surprised I hadn't died from my wounds, and that they hadn't gotten infected. I was worried that soon, an infected would come along and start ripping me to pieces and there wouldn't be a single thing I could do about it. But what worried me even more was that I wasn't immune to the infection. That's why I was in this mess in first place.
I awoke to the sound of loud arguing. "He'll just be another damn zombie if he gets bit!" I heard Coach yell. "He's just 12, Coach! And besides, if we protect him right, he won't be bit, now will he?" I smiled a weak smile. Rochelle always stood up for me. "I don't care what we do as long as we get movin' soon!" Nick said impatiently as he smoothed out his thousand dollar coat. They all looked to Ellis for his verdict. He was busy stuffing himself with guns from the nearby cabinet. He shrugged and said, "Hey, I just wanna shoot some bastards."
It had been a day and a half since that argument, and they had decided to let Max stay. He was a good fighter, good with guns, but he noticed the stares he was getting from the others. "What?" Coach pointed and yelled, "TANK!" I turned around… just in time to get smashed by a piece of concrete. One of my legs was pinned, and I couldn't get out. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was the other survivors running away from me.
I had fallen asleep. When, I didn't know. How, I didn't know. All I did know was that now it was dark and I couldn't see past my face. The electrical grid had gone out days ago. I had a pack of matches in my backpack, if I used those… I grabbed for where my backpack normally would be. With a shudder, I looked and saw it lying about five feet away from me in the dust. I reached for it, but screamed in pain when my arm felt like it had exploded. I decided it was probably for the better I didn't have matches, fire would attract infected anyway. I kept telling myself that over and over, that I would be okay and that it was better that I didn't have fire. But after a few hours, the darkness engulfed me along with my mind. I screamed in frustration, cursing the world for having done this to me. I pounded the ground with my fists as bitter tears streamed down my face. I let out another bloodcurdling scream that could have easily been mistaken for a Hunter. I pounded the cement block that was on me… and loosened a chunk that then fell on my arm.
Hunter POV
The Hunter was getting closer to the human. It could smell it. But now there was a new smell with it, one of fresh blood. The Hunter bounded further towards downtown, slicing open lesser infected whenever it could and never stopping. It landed on a car and smashed it in. It was getting near.
Max POV
I had fallen asleep again. I kept my eyes shut, clamped them shut even further to hold the hope that I would hear Nick or Ellis's voice telling me to get up, that we still had work to do. But the voice never came. I groaned, and vomited up blood in the process. I was starting to really feel my wounds. I reluctantly took out my handkerchief and began wiping the blood from my mouth. When I was done, I stuck it back in my pocket and finally opened my eyes. I opened them to daylight, the soft tendrils reaching at me through the dim shadows. I began to shiver and started coughing violently. I was dying from my wounds. I wasn't stupid, but the reality of dying was hard to accept. I thought of the other survivors, talking about how they were glad they'd left me behind. They were planning this all along, my dying mind thought, bitter and angry. I stewed like this for a few hours, growing angrier and angrier at their betrayal, and even worse, that I had trusted them.
My vision was fading. I started seeing light where there was dark and dark where there was light. My head swam, and I vomited frequently. My ears rung, hearing sounds that I knew weren't there. At one point I started hallucinating, seeing an infected run up and start tearing into my soft, vulnerable flesh. My screams awoke me from this, and as I caught my breath, it finally dawned on me. I was dying.
A/N: Well, well, well! Looks like Max has gotten himself into a real pickle, huh? R&R please! I will be releasing the next chapter regardless of whether I get reviews or not, but I like reviews, so REVIEW!
Oh, and just so nobody gets confused, Max is the survivor who got pinned under a piece of concrete, and well, the hunter is just a hunter.
I don't own Left4Dead or Left4Dead2, or any of their respective characters.