hallo to everyone. it's been a while since i've written anything...and this is also my first shot at writing fanfiction for something other than Naruto. but, when a good friend of mine introduced me to just the concept and characters of Left 4 Dead, i was hooked. she even is pioneering in the area of slash with HunterXSmoker, and the idea thrilled me completely. during some random sketchy sessions at my house, she had meant to draw Demetri, the Smoker, beside a sketch of a Hunter that i drew. however, she had inadvertently spawned a new character. seeing as this Smoker couldn't steal Demetri's beloved Hunter named Hunter away, the Hunter then became one of my own...and the Smoker became a character now known as Seamus. so, without further ado, i present another SmokerXHunter slash to feed the hopefully growing fire of ZombieLove at the encouragement of my good friend...

Seamus sighed again for the five-hundredth time in the past day; or, rather, attempted to sigh before he began to hack his lungs out once again. A bit of blood came up, staining his hand with crimson specks. This shocked him for approximately 3.2 seconds before he remembered it wasn't that long ago that he had mutilated yet another unfortunate victim. That was the only way he could ever see that lovely shade of red he so loved, as ever since the final stage of the experiment kicked in, his blood had turned a horrid blue-and-puke-green color.

He thought back briefly of his first victims. The poor scientists never saw it coming, but then again, they deserved their end for what they did to him.

With small military and government establishments littering the desolated landscape surging with infected, they always were performing one experiment or anther to create a super-weapon...of any kind. What they failed to realize, however, was that using high-caliber criminals given the death penalty would eventually somehow bite them in the ass.

Seamus was one of these individuals. He had just been placed on Death Row when the infected began to overwhelm society. He had been convicted of the worst set of serial killings in the past two decades, and with such a high priority on Death Row, he was one of the first lab rats to be shipped out.

Within the first week, he had begun receiving daily shots, though everyone refused to tell him what they were doing to him. In the next month, he began to notice changes in his physical appearance: his skin turned paler, then eventually a sickening shade of gray; his nails began to grow in more and more claw-like; it wasn't long until the true horror of his transformation occurred as well. One late night, he awoke with terrible chest and stomach pains. In just a few long and painful hours, he felt his innards mutate, pushing his newly-formed slimy appendage into what had formerly been his stomach and liver. Upon further testing, he had also discovered that the tongue filled most of his intestinal tract as well, and his kidneys were now toxin sacs filled with a noxious gas of sorts.

A mere week after that, he used his newfound abilities to single-handedly eradicate the entire facility; much to some residents' horror, he didn't discriminate. Within a few hours, he had mutilated all 139 people, convicts and scientists alike, leaving nothing behind but halls filled with the gore from his unfortunate victims.

In his effort of survival, he noticed several differences between himself and his dime-a-dozen counterparts. Most likely as a result of the experimentation, he still retained his higher brain functions, something nearly no other infected possessed. Seamus ran one clawed hand through his short auburn hair and was reminded of how little his outer appearance had changed in comparison with other infected of his "breed." That suited him just fine. It was bad enough he had to see slickly grayed skin and dead, sky blue eyes, he didn't want to have to endure looking so hideous as the others if he still had the brains left to care.

Seamus sighed again, and yet again failed and began to cough violently. Finding stray normal humans at this point was no longer easy without much effort. More often than not, they came in small groups and watched each others' backs. And, while this created a sufficient thrill-factor for Seamus, he preferred easy prey—prey he could play with before appealing the ravenous hunger that burned dully in the back of his mind. Plus the waiting game was not his idea of fun; he wanted what he wanted to happen quickly, not take days for suitable prey to stumble within his grasp. Seamus was getting bored and irritated, and that would never end well. He closed his eyes, a deathly sleep overtaking him...

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Seamus awoke with a start, though he didn't know why until several seconds later. 'Gunfire!' he exclaimed in his mind. Weapons meant survivors, and survivors meant play-time. Climbing to his feet, he moved as quickly as he could towards the sounds, staying hidden in high-up shadowed areas. Upon reaching them, he saw two men—or rather, boys, as they couldn't have been any older than their late teens—both armed with Sig Sauer pistols and a pack with most likely pipe bombs and ammo. As he watched from the shadows, he had to admit, they were pretty good shots for teenagers. They held back the horde well with just the two pistols between them and the occasional pipe bomb.

As the horde thinned, a movement in the shadows caught Seamus's eye. He watched as an infected crawled in an animalistic manner, slowly edging closer and closer to the now-unoccupied pair.

'Idiot,' Seamus thought. He knew better than to hit a group that was unoccupied and together. Nevertheless, the stalking infected took a giant leap, landing on the bulkier of the two.

"Fuck!" he screamed as the creature clawed at his skin. "Devin! Get him off me! Quick!"

The Devin kid turned quickly, and shot the infected in the back.

"Shit," Seamus said as he squealed and shrieked yet still continued to claw at his victim. While he despised the disgusting things, he couldn't just watch the loner get killed. Not to mention, this gave him a good opportunity to strike as well. Coiling the muscles inside his abdomen, he launched his tongue to its great extension, wrapping it around Devin and taking him down. He then hopped down from his perch and emerged from the shadows as he slowly retracted his tongue, pulling his victim closer.

"Devin!" the other choked out through the blood welling up in his throat. Seamus knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Fuck, I love you man! You were a great friend!" Devin called back. "And—" he choked a bit as the tongue wrapped around his neck, "—I did sleep with your older sister!"

The other showed no sign of acknowledgment, as he had already passed out. Tired of his victim's noises, Seamus shoved the end of his tongue down Devin's throat, but not far enough to kill him. With the sound of the carnage nearby, now was Seamus's play-time.

well, how is it? does it spark your interest? i hope so, because this is just the beginning. i used to write massive chapters when i wrote fanfiction, but, you know, i find this size is more manageable and also teases more than longer ones can. i'd love to hear some feedback on this little thing :3

Coming Up: Seamus plays with his victim, the Hunter's name is revealed, hilarity in the oddest way ensues.