Half Hunter
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Ch.1: Infection
I was bit
That thought shot through my head faster than the pain did. Turns out shooting a common will still allow him to bit you if he topples on you. I wasn't sure if I was immune, but considering the fact I can feel the virus rushing through the veins didn't give me high hopes
So stupid! Why didn't I stay with the group. Here I am trying to fight off a horde with nothing but a shotgun and a dream.
Wipping up the last of the commons, I ran into a building, probably a hotel. Clutching the wound as hard as I could. Eventually crashing into a room and lying down on the floor. I felt frozen and burning at the same time, the green flu changing me into a special infected. My legs being mutated and my teech getting sharper by the second. And the pain from all this, I screamed for god knows how long, wrapping my self around my shotgun.
At this point I knew I was a goner, when i felt my memories evaporating like water on a summer day. That was untill my foot hit the trigger on the shotgun. The blast and sound knocked me out of this trance. All of a sudden, I could think clearly again, my head void of most memories minus a few, like my name and english. My skin also wasn't covered in boils and welts like the rest of my brothers.
Wait, brothers? Seems like my head was touched a little by the flu.
Anyways, after a little more exploration of my new body, I found I had mutated into a hunter, my legs able to leap distances olympic athletes could only dream about. My eyes seemed to be more senative to light, making lightbulbs look like the sun. I could also hear the heartbeats of infected on lower floors, even smell them through a floor. My nails grown all around the tips of my fingers to create claw like fetures.
What the hell am I, I tried to say
Instead all the came out where a series of grows from my permanently damaged vocal cords.
Deciding to lay low for a while, I cleared the rest of the hotel room, deciding on using my claws to tear apart the infected. It was surprisingly easy, as most infected didn't pay attention to me, and fell quietly with one swoop of my claws.
Going back to the room I had changed in, I wasted a whole hour relearning how to operate a door, I realized I was exhausted. Eatting a candy bar I took from the mini-bar. I decided to sleep, as it was late, and no infected whete on the floor. Would I wake up tomorrow and find myself a full fledged hunter? I didn't know. All I knew was that I'd deal with my "condition" in the morning...
End of chapter 1