The Hunter ran quickly on all fours, desperate to escape the Survivors he'd just attacked, one of them, one with black hair or shit, had tried to blow his goddamn brains out!
"Where'd the lil' fucker go?!" The survivor he'd sought as prey called after him, his Southern accent echoing through the near empty streets, only a few Commons lingered, and they died pretty soon.
"ROEEEEEK!!" The Hunter screeched, desperately trying to find a place to hide.
He turned round quickly to see if the Survivors were close, they were right behind him, sure, they couldn't see him yet, but a few more moments, and the girl with the sniper would have him finished off!
Suddenly, a long green-pink tongue wrapped round Hunter's body, pulling him into a long, dark alley.
"ROEEEEEKKKKK!!!" He screeched, a fucking Smoker, he was done for!
When he hit the ground, he stared at the Smoker the best he could through his hood.
"P-please, for god sake, don't kill me!!!"
The Smoker took a few steps back, the Hunter was flushed and panting, he looked scared as his purpley-grey gradient eyes were starting to become teary, the Smoker pretty much smiled at the sight.
"Hold up, no way was I gonna eat you, Infected, special or otherwise, don't taste like humans, you couldn't fulfil my satisfactions…"
The Hunter sighed in relief. At least Smoker wasn't going to kill him…
"THROW'N PIPE BOMB, YOU ZOMBIE BASTARDS!"
A nearby explosion sent a trashcan hurling at Hunter.
"Oh, fuck…"
The can hit Hunter right in the face, sending him back quite some way, bashing his head against a wall, knocking him out cold.
"Hunter!"
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Hunter's eye's opened slowly, the blurriness of everything freaking him out, he felt something wrapped around his torso, holding his body close.
"Wh-wha…"
His eyes finally registered everything, he saw two green grey sleeves around him, sleeves meant arms, and arms meant people/Infected, which means…
"SMOKER!"
"Oh, you're awake? At last, c'mon get up and eat this."
The Smoker pointed with his tongue to the dead Survivor at the floor, it wasn't one of the four that were following him, it was some blonde female.
"The four that were tryin' to kill you got on some boat before I could snatch one, I was too far away."
Hunter sat up, Woah, he thought, this Smoker is giving a shit about me? Why?
"Who are you?" The Hunter quizzed suspiciously.
"Me? Well, I don't really use my name now I'm Infected, but it's Mark Sanders. You?"
Hunter racked his brain in search of a title, a name, a memory of who he used to be.
"I think I used to be Sam Ashton. I don't remember too well, I've forgotten nearly everything…"
"Well, eat up, Sam, you gotta pay me back now…"
"EH?!"
"I saved your Hunter hide from those Survivors, feel free to pay me back when you feel like it, you can choose how to repay me…" The Smoker smiled craftily at the Hunter.
"O-okay then…" The Hunter blushed; the Smoker seemed to be implying something… He was quite a pretty guy, this Mark person. He looked very nearly human, except for the lumps on the right side of his head, and the gradient styled eyes like the Hunter's own.
Hunter looked at himself, he too was pretty human looking, I mean, sure he had long, red claws, but he WAS a Hunter!
The smell of the human meat had suddenly become more apparent to Sam, who was starving, he'd only been infected for about 3 days, and he admittedly sucked bad at Hunting, as shown earlier…
He licked his lips before diving into the meat, the sounds of ripping and tearing echoed through the alley.
The Smoker started to blush as the Hunter moaned through his happiness; obviously ecstatic he was finally feeding.
When the Hunter was done, he smiled up at the Smoker before his hood fell down.
"ROOOOEK!!" He cried, startled, pulling the hood over his head quickly.
Smoker kneeled down to the Hunters height, gently pushing down the hood again.
"Roeeeekkkk…" Sam screeched quietly, softly.
Mark felt the blush consume him as he looked into the face of the Hunter; he had neck-length Black-purple hair, lilac eyes, grey-cream skin and a smooth complexion.
"You're fucking gorgeous…"
Hunter shied away from Mark, unknowingly pushing himself into a corner.
"What's wrong, Sam?"
"Don't look at me!"
"What?"
Hunter got up and ran away on all fours, like an animal, scared…
'Why? Why did he have to look under my hood? Why?!'
"ROOOOOOOOEEEEEEEK!!!"
Sam stopped, frozen, that wasn't his call, who wa-
Suddenly, Sam felt himself slammed onto his back, another Hunter atop of him.
In an attempt to struggle upwards, Sam's hood fell backwards, revealing his face.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" He hadn't seen another Hunter before, so he was scared.
The other Hunter's face showed a dark shadow covering his icy blue eyes, and a maniacal grin.
"My name is Dante, and you're very pretty…"
Sam's eyes turned into slits, w-why was he calling him pretty?
"It's obvious you're not going to kill me, so what do you want with me?!"
"Well, SAM, as I heard the Smoker call you, you barely look infected, you're just the right partner for me…"
Sam pushed upwards in a frenzied panic, no, for fuck sake no, he didn't wanna be raped by another Hunter, now he wished like hell he'd never run away from Mark…
A raspy cough was heard nearby.
"M-MARK!?" Sam screeched out loud, hoping to god in heaven that it was him.
Sam felt an adrenaline boost, even if it was Mark, he might not save him, Sam HAD to learn to fend for himself, it was now, or never…
He took his right arm and slashed Dante in the face, pushing him off the Hunters body in succession.
Dante clutched at his face, Sam could see blood dripping slowly out of the wounds, it looked like it hurt, and he didn't want to receive any pain as revenge, so he fled.
Sam finally reached a lamppost… How far had he run? A few feet? Metres? Miles? God knows…
He knew he needed someone to try and teach him how to be the Hunter he needed to be, and he knew exactly which Infected could help.
"!"
Hunter screeched loud, hoping that wherever he was, he'd hear.
"Yeah?" Came a voice behind him.
Sam turned round to be met with Mark's grey eyes.
"Mark…"
He was about to smile when he saw two red-clawed hands come from behind him, and dig holes into his shoulders, the claws going right through his shoulders.
"Uck…" Sam gasped lightly, smiling with worried eyes.
"I want my revenge on you, you little fucke-"
Dante was cut off when Mark grabbed him with his tongue, squeezing the air out of him, pissed off.
The claws retracted from Sam's shoulders.
Sam collapsed to his knees.
'Too fucking much has happened today…'He gasped shakily, deep breaths getting clogged in his throat, his brain working too fast, his heart beating a million times a second, sweat dripping off of him.
'Is this what it feels like to die?'His eyes started to verge on red, the feeling was swallowing him, he felt like someone had set fire to his body. He staggered to his feet slowly, his hood down, a dark – almost black- shadow lingered over his eyes as he stared at Dante and Mark.
"S…am?" The Smoker asked, worried.
Sam growled darkly, his fangs gritting against each other.
He swiped at Dante, this time determined to kill him.
Mark let go of the other Hunter, and Dantefled terrified.
Mark pressed Sam against the lamppost, looking into his crimson eyes, something was really wrong.
"Sam, wake up!" He called, coughing.
Sam looked too deeply caught up in it to be persuaded under some simple words.
"Thank you god in heaven…" Mark whispered before kissing the Hunter.
The lilac cover of Sam's eyes returned as he felt a suffocating sensation, smoke? A long, wet thing?
Sam pushed away upon realizing he was kissing the Smoker, and the Smoker had his tongue in his mouth, he blushed furiously.
Mark looked down, blushing.
"I'm sorry, Sam, but it seemed like nothing else would work…"
"WORK?! WHAT THE FUCK!?"
"Your eyes. They were red, you nearly killed the other Hunter…"
"The other Hunter….He tried to rape me, so of course I'd try and kill him."
Then, the pain of his shoulders came back and he fell into Marks arms.
"This shit hurts, Mark…"
"Well, looks like you're coming with me…"
He draped the Hunter over his back and walked back to where he lived, Hunter in tow.