Smoker x Hunter Fan fiction Chapter 1; Trapped

Now times for my first L4D yaoi pairing

Warnings: Smoker/Hunter Slash, don't like don't read!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything here!


In was the middle of the night and a Hunter were roaming around in the streets, walking on all four. He patrolled his territory for survivors and to see if he could catch a meal.

It was rare lately seeing survivors and the Hunter had started to starve, so he lived on other infected and anything else he could catch. As he walked around a corner he saw the witch sitting beside a car, crying like a child all alone without her mother. He didn't want to startle her and he did not want to start a fight with her. So he walked slowly silently away and continued his patrol.

Suddenly the Hunter hears something in the distance. He jumps on a building and looks down. It was a horde following a survivor. This was the Hunter's chance. He just had to wait for the entire horde to be killed then attack the survived and make a meal out of it.

The survivor was all alone running and shooting the horde, he made it to a apartment and ran inside. The hunter growled in annoyance of this, he could just jump down there trying to tear up the door, but it could be an high risk to get shot so he stayed up on the roof waiting for the man to go out.

As hours passed by the Hunter grew more and more annoyed and couldn't wait anymore. He snarled looking down at the door where the survivor went in. The Hunter jumped down from the building and walked his was to the door, but at the same time make sure that other survivors or infected didn't surprise attack him.

The door was locked and he just sat there staring at the door, growling low to himself letting his meal get away and mad at himself for letting that chance go from him. He walked away looking for windows that could be open so he could jump in and see if he could catch his prey.

In the end he found a window that was open with broken class that made him able to jump in. He had jumped into a bathroom, luckily for him the door was open and no other infected then him were here. He patrolled the hallway silent and listened to everything making sure that he was the one spotting the survivor than the survivor spotting him first.

The Hunter scanned the first room he got to. No one was there, only dead bodies and blood all over the wall and floor. The Hunter continued to smell and sniff out his prey. The hallway was dark, but was no problem for the Hunter who had night vision. He entered another room which was surprisingly clean than the other room he had entered earlier.

He was so distracted by the new room that he didn't notice the survivor sneak out fast and locked the door behind him. The Hunter turned around dashing into the door, when he realized he couldn't get it up he sat there growling and snared like mad in annoyance.

He was now trying to find a way out of the room, but he found out fast there was only a door here. The Hunter sat there trying his best to find a way how to open that damn door blocking his way from here to the outside. If that door didn't open itself magically, he would end up dead from starvation.

It had passed hours and the Hunter still was trapped into the room. He had tried to use his claws and break free, but for nothing. He ended up lying on the floor exhausted, panting like a dog of the heat. The sun was probably up now, and around this time he would be sleeping on his favorite spot in the coldest place that he had found in this city.

Now that he was sure that he was going to die here, he was about to give up. Then suddenly the wall breaks down and a Tank smashes his way inside.

The Hunter didn't dare to move, not that he had any choice, he was too tried to move right now because of the heat.

The Tank didn't even notice the Hunter and turned his back and walked back from where he came from. Hunter tried his best to get himself up now that he felt the small breeze coming from the outside. As he got himself up to sit, he started to wonder why there was a Tank up here, well god knows why.

He walked on his four out where he came from, but hissed when the light hit his face. He was not used to the sunlight since he used all day sleeping. He had to find a cold place in this building that was safe for him, and where the other infected couldn't reach him.

As he walked up stairs he felt a really cold breeze somewhere and his instinct told him to follow it. He came to a bedroom that were covered with black curtains, and he noticed a noisy item that hung on the wall, he didn't know what it was but it gave cold air, which was perfect right now.

He made his way up on the bed and forgot all about eating even if he was at his starving point. He just wanted some sleep and cold air.


my first L4D fanfic, I know the gramar suck, the same does the story xD

I need beta xD;

there will be more chapters~