The pink hunter chapter 1
Warning the following passage is yaoi if you do not like then don't read. hunterxsmoker XD
Two weeks after the first infection the world is in hell. Destruction and chaos are shown in every corner of every city and home. Man, woman and child are either dead or struggling to stay alive and barely show any signs of life left in the world that we called our home. Now its nothing more than the graveyard of what once lived. Only a special few can survive in this hell of a world we call our home. Or at least until we can find a cure to save what is left of our world.
This is the story of a hunter who is trying to survive in the world of a zombie apocalypse and his quest to find anything of the life he used to have before it all started. This is his story.
In the dark cold midnight streets of Los Angeles/California hoards of zombies loom around waiting for their next meal to come running by. Of course common infected aren't the smartest zombies you can come across, unlike the special infected. The special infected are a group of zombies that have the mental capacity to think and hunt for themselves to survive. One of these special infected is a hunter. "Hunters" are zombies that hunt on all fours and can clime and jump to high places that a normal person can't. They are known to be mostly blind or don't have eyes at all just empty sockets. They hunt using their other senses such as sound and smell and then leap down on their prey by tearing them to shreds with their claw like hands. They can be easily identified by their dark blue hoods with duck tape around their arms and legs and the screeching sound they make when they attack.
Here in the cold and lonely streets is a hunter searching for it's next meal, however this hunter, is different than all the hunters. Most hunters wore blue hoodies, but this one wore a dark pink hood along with light pink short shorts. Not only that, but this hunter was not blind and could in fact see. He was also smaller than most hunters and skinnier too. While most hunters are well toned and are very athletic, this hunter was different and went by the name of Roy.
Roy was walking around the streets of Los Angeles (he doesn't like to craw all the time because it make him unconformable even thought its natural for hunters) trying to find something to eat. He had to be very careful though because some hunters or other special infected sometimes eat each other and since he was small, most would see him as easy prey. He hasn't eaten in three days since he woke up as a zombie and was very hungry. Roy could vaguely remember the life he used to have as a survivor. The days he had spent with his family around the table eating sweet and juicy ham with hot steamed vegetables and soft creamy mashed potatoes. It made his mouth water just thinking about the food he us to eat. He could remember most of the stuff of his past life. Unlike most zombies that could eat their families without any hesitation.
He was just about to give up and go back home … well what was left of it and call it a day when he tripped on the dead body of a female survivor. The rotting corpse of the body was still warm and fresh which meant it was recently killed but it also meant that he had to eat what was left fast before others came and took it away from him, or worse, eat him. As he was about to eat the remains of the corpse, he stopped and looked at it. For some reason he just couldn't bring himself to eat it. He didn't know the girl and he was a zombie, but just the thought of eating another person grossed him out more than anything else. For the last three days he thought that he could do it. He thought it would be ok because he was a zombie, but now he didn't even have the guts to eat someone to survive.
~ Roy's pov ~
"That's it, I give up. I might as well crawl in a corner and die!" I said to my self sarcastically. I really wanted to do that and just die, but I couldn't. I don't know why but even though I have most of my memories as a survivor, there's something picking at my brain. Like I'm looking for someone but I can't remember who it is and why I feel like that person is out there somewhere.
I was just about to leave and go home when I was suddenly pushed down to the cold hard pavement of this lonely street. " Well, well, what do we have here?" I looked up to see that I was pushed down by another hunter. He was bigger than me and I knew I didn't stand a fighting chance against him. Well its not like I was going to fight him anyways. I never did like fighting, I was always the shy and kind person. That's what my friends always told me before all this hell began. "Look I don't want any trouble. Can't we just settle this in a peaceful manner? You can have the dead body and I will just leave," I said this to him, while trying to avoid any conflict as well as keeping most of my body parts where they are. "Body?" he said looking at me confused and looking over to where the dead body lay. "Oh that, I don't want to eat that, I want you." He said looking back down at me with a grin on his face. "hehehe" I laughed nervously, "look you don't want to eat me, I am too skinny and mostly bone. That dead body over there will fill you up more than I would." I said this to him while trying to convince him not to eat me so that I could live another day. "Eat you? Who said I wanted to eat you? No, what I want from you is much more." he said with a seductive, lustful tone in his voice. I then realized what he meant by that and I was scared out of my mind.
I panicked. I started kicking and thrashing around trying to get way from his grasp. He struggled to keep me down and for an instant I could feel his hands slide down my torso "No, no stop, leave me alone, please stop, no, somebody help me."I cried. Hot streams of tears ran down my cheeks. I was so scared and afraid I didn't know what was going to happen to me. I cried for help hoping someone would listen to my pleas. As I felt his hands grope my ass I only expected the worst to come … but it didn't. The next thing I knew I hear the cry of a smoker. I looked up and I saw three tongues grab the hunter on me and dragged him up over the rooftops. The other hunter struggled to get free but it was too late. He was gone from my view and over the tops of the building. Then I hear a snap as if bones were breaking, I wasn't going to stay to find out, so I made a mad dash far away from where I was. Whoever got the other hunter could have come for me too. Not looking back I made it back all the way home which was 7 blocks away. I couldn't believe that I made it out of that. I was so tired and scared I collapsed right there on the floor at my front door inside my house and I just started crying till I fell asleep.
~ normal pov - dream ~
"Roy, Roy, ROY WAKE UP YOU LAZY BUM!" A teen with violet-red hair calls out. "Mmmh, I don't want to wake up." Roy says as he lazily looks up at the other boy. "If you don't wake up we'll be late for practice and you know how mad sensei gets if we're late" said the other boy as he got ready and ties his hair up since it was very long. Roy sat up yawning and rubbing his eyes to fully wake himself. " I don't see why I have to go all the time, I mean I am not even good at swordplay. Your so much better at it then I am." Roy complains because he didn't like to go to practice. "Oh come on Roy you have to learn to protect yourself some day. Here brush your hair, it's a total mess." said the other teen as he threw a brush over to Roy. Roy then began to brush his messy dark red hair. " I don't like to fight even if it is to protect myself and … what are you looking at?" Roy said to the other teen because he was looking at him funny. "Roy you look more and more like a girl every morning. Its no wonder the guys like to pick on you," he said laughing out loud to his friend. "Hey, I resent that," Roy complained. His friend then ruffles Roy's hair a little and just made it messy again. "I'll always be here for you, Roy. You know that, right?" the other teen says looking down at Roy because he was much taller than him. Roy looked up at him and smiled ever so sweetly "Of course I do, Zane" the other boy smiled back at him too. "Good"
~ Roy pov ~
"ZANE!" I woke up in a cold sweat, screaming the name of my once dear friend. "What? Where am I?" I was confused for a moment then I realized I was back home. I sat up off the floor, but when I did an instant pain shot up my back. Sleeping on the floor all night is never good for your back. I stood up and stretching a little hoping it'll make my back better. Then I remembered the dream I had just a moment ago … Zane, that's the name of the person am suppose to look for. My friend I'm supposed to find I remember now. Tears start to roll down my cheeks, how could I forget the one person who ever cared for me but I wasn't going to just sit around and cry all day. No I was going to find him, even if it's the last thing I do, I thought to my self as I walked out the door determined to find him. Nothing was going to stop me, nothing … except for my stomach. My stomach gave out a loud roar; I was still hungry and had no strength left. If I don't eat soon then I'll never make it. What am I to do?
