And the second one is up and running. Yay :D

:Left 4 Dead/2 and all its glory belong to Valve:


How long has it been since he passed out? Hours? Minutes?

Ah hell, it didn't matter.

Aras groaned as he rolled over, trying to find a more comfortable position to rest on top of a local Wal-Mart. The screams and groans coming from below refused to let the hoodie sleep more peacefully, Aras grew ticked as he sat up and leaned over the ledge.

"Will you SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Aras screeched down to the stumbling Commons down below, none taking recognition to his shout above. The parkourist snarled, dropping his face to a confused pout when hearing that noise.

Did I just do that? I sounded like an animal.

Aras blinked, finding it painful to shut his eyes completely or let them be, what the hell was irritating his eye? He rubbed his sockets, feeling them become sore and his vision less clear as it was hours ago.

"Well that's weird…" he said, noticing his voice was becoming hoarser, he could hardly understand what he was saying. The thought was discarded with a shake of the head, Aras stood up and patted his jeans free from dirt and dust that clung to the fabric.

I should probably look for the others, we all got split up when that group of meat frenzies went ballistic.

With a deep breath, Aras took off. His momentum giving him the advantage to soar across the gap between the Wal-Mart and apartment complex not far from it. He tumbled into a roll and quickly got back to his feet, continuously running to wherever.

Maybe I should head to Dobe's house, they might've fled to there. Aras growled to himself, feeling slightly disappointed with himself to not look for his friends immediately when he found a safe place to hide. Well, not like it'd make a difference. If he looked for anyone right after he found safe grounds he could've been instantly eaten by the raging cannibals. Or worse get lost in small town Virginia. [/End Hermione reference]

After jumping off a couple rooftops, Aras scanned the area. Dammit, he was just getting more lost. If only he could text or call the Dobe and others to see if they were alright. But thanks to that meat frenzy bastard who tried to jump him in the bathroom, he lost his precious phone when quickly scurrying out the bathroom window.

He was blocking the door, what other option do you got if you want to live?

He looked to his right, seeing another hooded figure pounce across rooftops not far from him. He leaped across a couple buildings till he came in range with the other parkourist. "Oi, buddy," Aras called out, sticking his arm out to cease the leaper's jumps. It worked, the hooded person's hard stomach hit Aras' arm causing the both of them to wobble.

The hoodie snarled, shoving Aras' arm away, displeased at the sudden stop. "Chill, dude. I just wanted to ask you what part of town this is." Aras stated, raising his hands up in defense. The stranger hoodie snarled again, exposing his crooked and bloody teeth, "You a fucking tourist, dipshit? Ah cripes, it doesn't matter…" The parkourist looked about to take off again but got snagged by the arm by Aras.

"Look asshole, I'm just trying to find some friends and you don't have to be a fucking dick about it. You either answer my question or get your arms broken by yours truly," Aras hissed, showing off his own pair of razor-like teeth.

Aras's hold was shaken off, his possible attacker scoffing at his threat. "Friends? They're probably all dead or wandering about looking disgusting like the rest of them down there." The hoodie pointed to the Commons below, all bloodied in some way or another as they stumbled through the streets. "And it shouldn't matter where you are, dumbass. The only thing that you should be concerned about is finding a survivor to chow down on."

Aras gave the parkourist a confused look, he had a point but…

"'Finding a survivor to chow down?' The hell you talking about? Ever heard of going to the nearest McDonalds and grabbing a-"

The hoodie facepalmed and shook his head, crouching down on all fours soon after.

"This is a zombie apocalypse, dumbshit. And you're a fricken Hunter! Act like one for God's sake!"

With that, he pounced away. Aras stood there for a couple minutes before letting it all sink in.

He raised his hand to his eye line, inspecting the bloody fingers that protruded sharper nails at the top. He wanted to take a closer look at how his limbs changed but scratched the idea, knowing the duct tape would be a pain in the ass to tear off and put back on when removing his hoodie. He instead got on all fours like the other parkouist did, debating on the thought and soon coming to an answer.

He crawled two steps forward before leaping through the air, amazed by his own strength as he leapt farther than before. He skidded down the side of a building, quickly jumping off it to gain altitude to a higher level.

He soon enough landed on a rooftop to his liking, surprised at the fact he didn't break any bones from his high and powerful drop. He stood up, feeling the need to get back on all fours strangely. He chuckled to himself, soon laughing loud enough for it to echo and bounce off the building walls.

"A Hunter, huh? I like the sound of that."