Hey again! (assuming anyone is actually reading this)…I told you I would have this one out, too. Anywho, I don't own Left 4 Dead, one or two, and I don't own any of the games' characters. Now that that's out of the way, here's chapter two (:

Chapter 2

A Broken Heart, and a Heartless Monster

Hiding from the sun's blinding light in an abandoned factory, the hunter growled angrily, smelling that the humans were starting to get further away. Cursing the sun, he impatiently awaited for nightfall so he could catch up to the group. He could travel much faster than them, but if they traveled too far, it might take all night to reach them. And that's assuming nothing else slaughtered his prey…

For that was all the once-human creature thought of them: nothing more than prey for him to pick off, one at a time. The hunter grinned evilly to himself. He was so hungry. He couldn't wait to shred them to pieces.

"Alright everybody, let's head out," Phil said to the rest of the group. Phil was the oldest of the group, probably in his mid-forties. He was 5'7", with fairly short brown hair and brown eyes. He looked like he used to be extremely fit, but over the years lost some of those hulking biceps. He still had plenty of muscle, however, and was definitely the strongest of the three.

"Right," said the other man in the group, heading out the door of the diner they had slept in for the night. His name was Steve. He was taller than Phil, about 6 feet tall, but he was thinner than Phil, and a good deal less muscular. Steve had blonde hair and blue eyes and was 26.

"Okay…" was all the woman of the group said. She was the shortest at 5'4" and had long, black hair that she kept in a ponytail to avoid it getting into her eyes, and had brilliant blue eyes. She was also extremely beautiful, if you could ignore the dirt and blood that caked her clothes and skin. She was 21 years old.

"You okay, Sarah?" Phil asked, seeing her clearly upset and remembering her nightmare from last night.

"Yeah," she said. Sarah smiled at him, but it was only a half-hearted one, and Phil knew it. "I'm fine, Phil."

Phil wasn't buying it, but decided not to pry. "Okay."

They all headed off, Sarah frowning, trying to not think about him. She couldn't think about him while on the run; she could very well die if she loses focus for even a second. She can only think about him in a safe house, where she can muffle her sobs in her sleeping bag. Sighing, she prepared for another long day…

Evening, at the abandoned factory

Can't wait any longer!

The hunter burst out the factory, despite the sun still setting in the sky. He made sure to keep his eyes downcast away from the sun. He didn't need to look up anyways; his strong sense of smell led him to his prey. He didn't really need to fear any attack by his brothers and sisters, as the stupid ones would stay away from him (the little instinct they had told them to not fight the more powerful of their kind), and the smarter ones (special infected) typically only fought him if HE attacked THEM. He was notorious for killing anything that got in his way when he was ticked off, which was pretty common. He didn't need to worry about humans because he would smell them; the only human scents were the ones he has been following. So, despite having one of his senses hampered, he was still confident he would be fine.

He began following their scents again, in something of a good mood due to the fact that he hadn't smelled that mysterious odor for quite some time.

Steve thought that, overall, it had been a decent day. They didn't run into any large hordes of infected, and they only came across one smoker, and a boomer they managed to gun down before it vomited on any of them, blowing up a safe distance from them and attracting the few remaining infected in the area to the pile of boomer guts instead of them. They got into the next safe room just before sundown.

But he couldn't enjoy how easy it had been today. Steve looked over at Sarah, who was looking down at the locket she wore around her neck. Steve sighed. He knew she must feel terrible. What happened to Alex…even he didn't like to think about it. He and Phil only knew the two briefly before-before. Those two were so kind, so friendly, and even happy. Sarah was kept the group light-hearted. Alex was pretty shy to him and Phil, but they could tell he was a good kid. Now…now Sarah could barely keep herself going. He and Phil both saw how tired she looked…

Aaannnddd…DONE! I'm glad this chapter was longer, but it still probably wasn't long enough to really be called a chapter…oh well. Anywho, send reviews, give advice, and let me know if you liked it or hated it. I promise some action in the upcoming chapter or two. Wait just a little longer! Bye for now! (: