Hunted
2 weeks after the initial Infection, A family of 6 makes their way to a mansion in the country, where they believe no one will find. Little do they know, they came with more than they thought…
The white SUV bounced randomly as it made its way across the rocky country road. The sky was a dull gray overcast, with few holes that the twilight sun may peek out of. It was completely silent in the car, except for a few sobs from its passengers every few minutes.
The driver, a short, middle-aged Caucasian man in his forties, smoked from a pipe regularly in order to calm his nerves. He had short, neat black hair, and lightning blue eyes. Every now and then, those eyes flitted to either side of the van, as if expecting something to pop out at any moment.
The woman in the passenger seat was asleep. She had a slight fever, and had a red tone on her otherwise blank white features. She was albino, something she took pride in, and, to use her words, thinks she is "Pretty cool looking". She, like the driver, was short, and extremely slim. Her long white hair was flowing as the air conditioner reached her face.
The four passengers were the ones making the sobbing sounds. All four of them looked exactly the same, with long brown hair and eyes, except one of them was female. Unlike the two people in the front, they were decently tall, all of them looking around seventeen. The three males, who had made a pact with eachother to always look the same at a young age, all had the exact same length and style of brown hair. Three of them were asleep, but the oldest (By only 2 minutes) was awake and aware, watching the surroundings pass the car on the outside.
As he was staring out the window, they passed a sign with an arrow pointing left. The real letters of the sign said "Private Property". However, they have been crossed out, and the words "Safehouse" were spray-painted on.
"Hey, dad! Did you see-"
"Yes, yes, I saw it." The father, who's name was Jonathon, cut off his child. He veered over to the left side of the road, and turned left at the fork.
"Wake up your siblings." Jonathon ordered, in an almost monotone. The oldest quadruplet, Achitaka, nodded. He turned around and yelled "Oi! Wake up! We're at a Safehouse!"
Instantly, the other two boys woke up. The girl, Artemis, simply whispered "Just five more minutes Onee-chan…" before closing her eyes and falling asleep again. The boy closest to her, Michael, leaned up to her ear. He took a deep breath, and then yelled "HUNTEER!" at he top of his lungs.
Artemis was instantly awake. She yelped, looked around quickly, and, upon realizing there wasn't actually a Hunter, punched her brother in the face. Hard.
Achitaka burst out laughing, while his brother next to him, Alex, simply frowned back at Michael.
"You shouldn't be doing that," he said. "It's not very nice, and in this situation, will make you the boy who cried wolf."
"Oh, lighten up, Alex. A Hunter isn't getting into the car." Michael said, shoving him playfully.
"You don't know that. I've heard stories about them. They can get into the most unexpected places very easily." Alex explained, still frowning.
"Oh, you're so depressing sometimes, Alex." Achitaka mumbled. "You gotta lighten up sometimes. You're just making it harder for us all…"
Alex stayed silent. He knew that's how they were taking it. But he also knew that they needed to know these things.
Jonathon leaned over to his wife, Angeline, and began gently shaking her awake. Angeline perked open her blood red eyes, and scanned the horizon before sitting up. "Where are we…?" She asked feebly, rubbing her eyes.
"We're on the road to a safehouse. We should be there in a couple of minutes, and we'll get you inside. Maybe they have some medicine for your fever." Jonathan said soothingly, rifling her hair. Angeline nodded and sat up a little straighter, staring straight ahead.
After a few minutes, she pointed. "There…it's pretty big."
"Pretty big" was an understatement. It was absolutely massive. It was made almost entirely out of stone, with many turrets shooting skyward. It's windows were large and held elaborate mosaics. It had to be at least 5 stories high. It looked more like a castle than anything.
As they got closer, they noticed that most of the windows had been barred up. The only ones that weren't were the huge ones that were a couple of stories up. Nothing was climbing through those anyway.
After a few minutes, they finally pulled up to a driveway. They parked there, next to a car with a blinking blue light turning on and off inside it.
"Idiot…that's the effing car alarm. If that goes off, the population in this area is gonna get a lot bigger." Jonathon said angrily. He pulled a silenced USP from his pocket, turned around, and threw it to Achitaka. Achitaka caught it expertly, cocked it, and looked through the ironsights for a few minutes before putting it in his pocket. Jonathon then slung his supressed MP5 from his back around to his chest, and held it high.
"We don't know whether anyone is here or not. Be ready…" He said quietly, taking the lead up to the door.
The door was replaced with the traditional metal red Safehouse indicating door. It was unlocked, but closed. Jonathon cautiously pushed it open, aiming his MP5 inside before doing anything else. After scanning the room, he walked in, and motioned for his family to follow…
And was instantly thrown to the ground by a sweatshirt wearing Hunter.
Jonathon screamed in shock and pain as the Hunter began ripping into him with his claws. Angeline shrieked and backed up, while her children simply stared in shock, at a complete loss at what to do. Undeterred, Achitaka brought the USP up, aimed, and fired at the Hunter.
He missed a fatal point. Barely. The Hunter screeched and looked up to Achitaka. He jumped off of the father, and pounced at the son. Achitaka managed to fire once before the Hunter was on top of him.
Angeline got her wits back. She screamed "NO!", and ran straight at Achitaka and the Hunter, punting the Infected off of Achitaka. The Hunter stumbled back, and Achitaka managed to make the killing shot onto it. The Hunter screeched one last time, fell back, and moved no more.
Angeline was instantly upon Achitaka, checking over his body for wounds. She found none, but asked "Are you hurt?" just in case.
"No, I'm not. He wasn't on me long enough to do anything."
"Good. Let's go find the medbay. And…keep your pistol ready.."
Hours later (With no Infected, thankfully) Jonathon was again conscious, and stable. He wouldn't be running any marathons, but he could move around. They hadn't found anyone else inside the place. It was decided that they would stay and welcome anyone else who came. If anyone else came.
It was now quite dark outside. After making sure all the defenses were in place, they all went to bed. The quadruplets in one room, the parents in the other.
Jonathon couldn't get to sleep very well. He kept tossing and turning in his bed. His limbs were feeling very painful, and he had a roaring headache. He tossed and turned, until finally his gaze rested on Angeline.
She looks so beautiful…She looks so…
…Delicious…