The Hunter watched as the wounded survivor carefully maneuvered through the rubble of what once might have been a bowling alley. The survivor seemed to be searching for something, maybe on of those red packs with a white cross on it? He heard the human make a sound of triumph as he spotted one. The Hunter looked on, curious about what he was doing, as the survivor carefully unzipped it and pulled out a white strip of cloth. He then wrapped it around a sizeable gash on his arm and another on his leg. The Hunter prepared to pounce on the survivor and make a meal out of him. At least that was his plan in the beginning. The survivor heard the low growl he made and whirled around to shoot at him with that wretched boom-stick that they always seemed to carry! Unfazed the hunter slowly moved from his hiding place to get into a better position to pounce. He heard the low gurgle of his fat cousin and thought 'Ohnonono! Not this one! Don't ruin this meal with your wretched bile!'. It was too late. The fat creature vomited its bile all over the distracted survivor. The horde came and there were a few scattered gunshots mingled with screams of pain. The common infected left nothing for the hunter, not even a finger.
Human POV
Mark sighed as he looked through the scattered debris of a collapsed bowling alley. His team had left him for dead, thinking that with his injuries he'd slow them down. They hadn't even let him have a first-aid kit! So now here he was, sifting through rubble, looking for something that probably wasn't there. 'Wait, is that what I think it is?' he thought. He let out a whoop of triumph as he found the first-aid kit he so desperately needed to keep fighting. He un-zipped it and pulled out some gauze. He then wrapped it around the gash on his arm and the deep cut on his leg. "There, that should hold me together until the safe-house.", he said to no one in particular. Then he heard a growling noise. 'Oh shit, not a hunter! I can't deal with one of those on my own!', he thought to himself. He was so distracted that he didn't hear the gurgle of the boomer as it rounded a corner. He didn't notice as it waddled up behind him. He noticed when it vomited it's bile all over him. He yelled in shock, Which only further alerted the horde of his presence. They charged from areas only moments ago he had thought to be safe. He managed to fire off a few shots of his pistol before they ripped him to pieces. His screams rent the air as he died. His last thoughts were 'I hope to God that barney isn't in heaven…'.