POV?
I used to have friends, I used to have family.
I used to have hope, I used to have goals.
But now all I crave is blood, I can't control it.
My name is Zach I am a hunter.
POV Zach
I wake up in a garage and get up. I notice that the garage door is open and there are fresh tire tracks on the floor. I remember an engine starting and tires squealing. I walk out and find a zombie horde. I wonder I im one of them. I look at my hand and think "ah yes.. Claws I'm a hunter"
I go to the garage and sit against one of the walls and get my mind together or at least what's left of it. I remember seeing a hunter. They always wear hoodies (too bad I was wearing one when I got infected) they stalk their prey and pounce at them like a wild animal. Their also a "special" infected. they call them that because 1. Their rare 2. They can think on their own accord. Just my luck I turned into one. I walk out of the garage and crawl onto the roof.
Im resting on the roof when I hear a gunshot. I see the horde head in the direction so I follow them. I find a crashed car but no survivor. Im scouting around when suddenly I feel a cold hard shotgun barrel pushed into the back of my head. Im shoved into a wall when I hear "im gonna blow your brai-" then I hear the voice say "zach?!".