Ugh. Sorry, I planned on putting this chapter up a day or so ago but never got around to it. My apologies.

Anyways, here's chapter 2, enjoy.

The duo were walking down a dark alley, heading towards the decrepit building they called a home, when suddenly…

Grrrrwl.

"You hear that?" Bog questioned.

"Yep. Sounds like a hunter."

"Feel like a bit of fun?"

"After you."

With surprising speed, the smokers climbed up the building next to them, and pulled themselves up over the edge. They looked down off the other side of the building.

Two hunters, walking around the same area looking for food. Which was pretty odd, hunters are usually solitary creatures.

Hunters were different from most infected. While they were much different from the average human, the special infected were somewhat humanoid. However, hunters had gotten a dose of infection large enough to give them the ferocity and sounds of angry dogs.

Which to the smokers, meant they had the mind of a dog.

"Follow along," Aaron whispered.

Aaron shot his tongue out just a few feet behind one of the hunters. The hunter, startled, jumped and started swiping at the air before calming down and resuming his search for something to eat.

Bog repeated the same to the other hunter, with similar results.

Now they both did it at the same time, while making sure the hunters ended up looking in the same direction.

Hunter one noticed hunter two and, as the duo expected, figured he was the cause of it. The other hunter soon reached the same conclusion.

Within seconds, the hunters were fighting it out tooth and nail. After a few minutes, both were still standing (although they had quite a few bloody scratches here and there.)

However, they stopped when they heard the sound of laughter. Looking up on the buildings, they found the smokers laughing at the spectacle they'd caused.

Filled with fury, they looked at each other and formed a truce wordlessly. They slowly started approaching the building…

"Aaron," Bog said after he noticed the sudden quiet, "Where'd they go?"

"I don't like the looks of th-"

GRAAARG

The hunters leaped and landed right in front of the pranksters, ready to rip them to shreds.

"Retreat!"

And like that, the chase started. The smokers were fast enough, but the hunters were faster.

It looked like it'd be the end when they found shelter. One of those rooms with large steel doors that protect against everything…'safe rooms' the survivors called them.

They rushed in and slammed the door behind them, just as the hunters leaped. After a couple slams against the door, some angry growling, and then footsteps wondering off, the smokers deemed it was safe to leave.

But before they could…

"I thought I told Louis to close the door behind him!"

Startled, the smokers turned to see a girl, an old man, and a very angry guy pointing guns at them. They heard another person coming out from a back room, reloading his pistol while shouting something at the angry guy.

"Oh man, oh man…" Aaron wheezed, "We're sorry, we'll just be going…"

But to survivors, it was just a bunch of coughing and gasping.

"Let's get out of here!" Bog shouted, throwing open the door and running into the streets.

Bullets streaked past them as they dashed away. However, the survivors weren't very willing to leave the safe room, so the smokers got away rather quickly.

"That…" Bog panted, "Was too close…"

"Yeah," Aaron replied, "…so, I don't suppose we'll be messing around with hunters anytime soon?"

Bog merely grinned and replied "I wouldn't be too sure about that."

Didn't come out quite as I planned it (I think I made Bog and Aaron a little 'too' intelligent), but I hope you still enjoyed it. Please review, and check out the poll on my author page to vote for which infected the smokers encounter next.

And sorry to those who loved the hunters 1337 speak, didn't get around to adding that either. Maybe in a future chapter.

I should post the next chapter very soon, so keep an eye out.