The Hunter jumped across the gap in the buildings. He could easily cross them with almost no heavy use of leg muscle at all. Upon landing he immediately took off running, then quickly pushed with his legs to force himself forward, and over the next alleyway. He had been traveling for days, now, at an almost non-stop pace. Thank God, if he was ever even present anymore, infected didnt need to eat. The next building was across a four lane street, plus, the roof was higher than the one he was currently standing on. Looks like he would need to pounce-jump to cross this one. He gets on all fours, and with thrice the strength of his last jump, he forces himself upward, and lands with ease. He grabs his shoulder and hisses slightly at the tiny sting delivered on impact with the rooftop.
It wasn't long ago he got into a strife with another of his kind. The slightly smaller hunter kept growling and yelling that he was far superior to "his type". Going so far as to actually make up slurs , like "Coned Skull" and "Sharp head" against him. Of course, the young Hunter was overconfident and the fight ended in him getting two holes jabbed into his side. What could have caused all of this? It was the one trait that he was sure only a small percentage of the infected had. These strange growths caused infected without them to shut him and others like him away, or kill them. They were horns. Two small, sharp, perfectly cone shaped horns. They were a candycorn color and protruded from his head, ripping two holes through his hoodie. He never understood why horned infected were considered inferior, in fact, horns probably made it easier to win battles. Especially when it comes to chargers. God, they were a pain in the ass when they got angry.
After the small stings disapeared, he continued his jumps across the city rooftops. He was looking for someone, someone like him. Not like the majority of the infection that would shun him away, or possibly even attack him. Heightened senses enabled him to hear some wailing in the distance. He didnt know how long he'd been travelling, just that he was somewhere near the west coast. He wasnt too experienced with hunting like this. He had only killed 3 people, brutally. It seemed to satisfy any anger or infection-prone bloodlust he had. So far, slashing at commons seemed to keep him down. When he reached the end of the block, he jumped down to the ground. He could hear the wailing cry of a Witch much clearer now. Along with the raspy wheezes and coughs of a Smoker, however, they seemed to be more controlled. Unlike previous Smokers he had met before. He crawled up to the door of a hotel, now the sense of smell kicked in enough to notice the scent of biologically produced smoke. He loved the fact his senses were greater than a dogs.
He gets up and kicks the door open, not bothering to try his luck at the knob. The whole lobby was a mess of blood, bodies, and furniture. He maneuvers his way around and climbs the stairs. He would rather not alert his presence with the dinging of the elevator bells. After a somewhat endless climb, he reaches the 14th floor, where the smell of smoke and sound of crying are at their strongest. The door is cracked slightly, he pushes it open an walks through the cluttered hallway. He hears someone talking over the loud wails. Their voice is raspy and, oddly enough, familiar.
"We really cant go anywhere, the last person-er, infected tried to kill us. If it wasnt for your nails, we'd both be dead."
The second voice was sounded through short sobs, and a bit shaky. "M-maybe we arent the only ones...Im s-sure there are zombies l-like us...with these horns.."
Horns? By god, he finally found what he was looking for. He couldnt just barge in there, however, and say hi. He doesnt think an unstable infected like a Witch would take that well. Especially since there was the worst possible combination of infected in that room. He decides to listen some more to the conversation.
"I dont know... Im sorry to say this, but there was a whole stadium of almost every type of zombie, when I passed by here for the first time. None of them had anything that remotely resembled horns. Thank god I didnt try to join them." The Smoker said in between light rasps and coughs. The Witch broke into a loud sobbing fit. They sounded like they were forced more than they sounded emotional. He needed to get their attention, so he slowly backed away from the door, looking for something to make noise with. Fortunately, the hotel was the type to put pottery in the hallways. The Hunter rose up on his hind legs, then targeted a potted plant and swiped at it. The pot was smashed to pieces from the initial hit, causing it to make more noise upon colliding with the ground. He could hear sudden gasps (or rather one normal, and the other loud and choked), then silence. He took this as his cue, then got back on all fours and made a distinct, guttural growl. Slowly crawling back to the door.
"Theres one outside...f-for his body systems' sake he better not try to pick a fight." The witch sounded a bit more agitated, now. Her voice did, at least. He took a moment to pray he wont but cut to shreds before getting up and kicking the door open.
Sure enough, there were two infected of the Smoker and Witch mutation. Even better, they both had horns like they mentioned. The Witch was a bit younger than most of her kind he had seen before, she wore the classic attire, but with ripped jeans instead. She had one perfectly curved horn, and the other hooked downward. The smoker on the other hand wore a green jacket and white tee, and to a bit of a suprise, a monocle (or rather half a pair of glasses that were hooked around his ear.). He had the green smoke and boils like normal smokers, and really big, Taurus-like horns. He lowered his interest for a bit to realize they were in a state of both wonder and attack-readiness.
He got up slowly and stopped baring his teeth, aggressively. The other two in the room seemed to calm down a bit as well. After a few moments, he decided to speak up. "So...I heard you were looking for my type of Zombie..." He grinned slightly. "Well, here I am."