Chapter 2 Woken
"this is when vance is speaking in his gay feminine voice"
(Hunter's POV)
I felt like shit my body hurt if you're wondering yes we evo's do feel pain but we are more resistant to it but in this case i had been in a explosion and fell to the ground from the ninth floor. So i was in a little bit of pain but as i vision cleared i noticed that i arms and my right leg were bandaged my leather vest was torn and burnt along with my trousers and my sneaker's, my wrists bandaged because of the shards and burns but as i tried to move my leg a shot of pain forced me to lie down again. I turned my head to the side and saw vance sleeping in a chair the guy only sleeps when he's worried guess he found me and brought me here.
He opened his left eye, stood stretching his tired undead muscles, and lights a fag with a lighter he got of a kill.
"finally your awake, i was worried i'd have to leave your sorry ass"
"haha ow shit don't make me laugh vance"
"how you feeling?"
"like i was just hit with a grenade and fell nine floors to the ground and landed on a car"
"hahaha ya guess you should feel like that owe in got you something?"
"huh?"
"what don't you remember?"
"no"
"it's your birthday dude"
"my birthday?"
"damn the infection scarped your mind good"
"haha ow fuck! What did i tell you about making me laugh?"
"hahahahaha sorry dude anyway here"
Vance threw me a red and black leather motocross jacket with the black armour, i took off my leather vest and put on my new jacket it fit like a charm and vance placed my old vest in the draw. He turned to me as he headed to the door but it was then that something clicked in my brain.
"how did you find me?"
"huh?"
"i went the opposite direction to you for at least half an hour by the time you would have arrived i would have died, so how did you find me so quick?"
"to be honest i didnt i found you on the rooftop we were on before and you already had the bandages on"
"i was already bandaged?"
"yep"
I wondered who helped me then but then i turned back vance as he had a chain in his right hand.
"vance what's with the chain?"
"hm? Oh this to chain you down big boy"
"get away from me the kinky gay bastard!"
"hahahahaha i'm only fucking with ya"
"i fucking hope not!"
"hahahaha na this is your other present from the guys"
"tank and charger?"
"yep"
He tugged on the chain and a undead husky walked into the room and jumped on the bed, i had always wanted a husky but we could never find on any we did find had either gone feral or been killed.
I stroked the undead K-9 and it rubbed its head in my clawed hand.
"thanks smoky"
"don't call me smoky okay?"
"don't you go making anymore gay jokes?"
"aw baby you know i can't make a promise like that" vance said in that gay feminine voice of his
Thing is vance isn't gay he just likes to freak people out by doing it, i find it hilarious most of the times but when he does it to me i either want to punch to guy or run. But he is my best friend and he doesn't go as far as he does with the others with me he just talks i think you can guess what he does to the others.
"oh fuck!"
"what?" vance said looking concerned
"i dropped my gun"
"your gun?... oh the one you had since you were six"
"you knew?"
"well ya i am the only one of us who can remember, don't worry call this and valentine's day present"
Trust it to be my fucking luck that i my birthday is the day before valentine's day, vance pulls out a black case and places it on the bed but as i go to grab it he grabs my collar and pulls me close.
"i expect some reward for this"
"how about i let you have some of the hearts in the fridge?"
"ohh perfect"
Letting go of my collar he went into the kitchen laughing and i opened the case, inside was something i remembered i guess by my knowledge i must have worked with guns when i was human. It was a Beretta MX4 Submachine gun made in Italy capable of firing a 9x 19 NATO/Lugar round within a 30 round magazine it is an excellent weapon all round came with 120 rounds already within magazines and red-dot sight plus fabric strap attaching the strap and slotting the sight on the rail i checked the sight and it was perfect, i placed it back in the case and closed just as vance came in throwing me a heart.
"you know i should be gay to you more if you let me have more hearts these are delicious"
"told you only the best for my guys"
"amen to that dude"
I ate my heart and looked out the window i looked round the room and it looked very familiar but my mind was blank.
"hey vance"
"ya dude?"
"where are we?"
"this is your apartment big guy"
"oh so that's why it looks familiar"
"ahh is my boy toy losing his memory?"
"K9 sick him!"
The dog jumped off the bed and growled at vance before it beared it's fangs at him.
"okay okay i get the idea"
"good boy K9 up, up"
The dog turned and jumped up the bed lying next to me and i stroked it using my clawed hand.
"all you need now i s a girl"
"is that meant to be a joke?"
"not at all"
"ur in case you didnt notice I A FUCKING ZOMBIE HUNTER!"
"you're a zombie pedo?"
"there was an awkward silence as i looked at him and he looked at me.
"I AM NOT A PEDO!"
"okay whatever you say dude, but you have to admit your and that girl were really close"
"i knew her since she was born"
"exactly!"
"arrrrr i done talking about this vance"
"okay okay dude, well i'll be going"
"see ya vance"
"see ya... pedo"
Before i could do anything vance was already out the front door, i tried to move but i leg just hurt again. Humans think when you become a zombie your nerves die in truth they sort of do but mostly in an evo they stay active but are... numbed i could say meaning we feel less than a human, i think that makes sense anyway i decided to stay in my bed and rest up until i am able to hunt again.
(Vance's (Smoker's) POV)
I left his apartment content with myself as i walked down the stairs i stopped when i heard a deep feminine voice call to me from the darkness.
"is he okay?"
"is who okay?"
"that hunter"
"you mean... well ya hunter, he's fine"
"good"
"wait were you the one who found him?"
"..."
"hello?"
The voice was gone and the person it belonged to as well, i completely believed the fact that this person was the one who helped him then i started to wonder what kind of infected would do that. It had to be a special or as hunter calls us evo's personally, i prefer evo so if it was an evo who was it. It couldn't be a spitter because they have their bottom jaws missing so who was it?.
I continued to walk down the stairs and out of the apartment, i turned and saw flashlights headed this way.
"fuck survivors!" i said quietly
I used my tongue to get to the rooftop of the building across the street, i saw them approaching the apartment block, at the front was an old guy holding a M14 assault rifle wearing an army uniform clearly a veteran. Next was a biker guy holding a shotgun, next to him was an African-American guy wearing black trousers a white shirt and a red tie with a MP5 submachine gun. The final person was an attractive female with a red leather jacket with a white shirt, they walked forward approaching the block and i grabbed my cross in desperation.
"please... please don't go inside"
I held the cross so tight i started to bleed but i didnt care i didnt want hunter to be endangered but i was no match for the four of them at the same time, whether i was praying or not i give a shit they went into the apartment block.
"fuck!"
I knew if they found hunter and K9 they'd kill them on the spot, i have to do something but what... i know i'll get the guys there in the church a few blocks away... why the fuck do i wear a cross and live in a church i am not religious.
Never mind that now got the help hunter.
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