Author Note: I do not own Predators. Enjoy the zombie-slaying action in this chapter! Oh, and thanks to kindgirl12, EverlastingLife, and the anonymous reader who posted the wonderful, encouraging reviews to my first chapter. I really appreciate it.

Chapter Two

-Bakuub-

Bakuub and his team made their way back to their ship, which they had landed just outside the infested city. Because he didn't want to shake up or possibly hurt the ooman he was carrying, he chose to travel along the streets. Which caused another problem; it was crawling with the undead. They all started limping toward him, their harsh moans filling the air. Bakuub quickly extended his wristblades, slashing the head off the closest zombie. The undead creature's body fell to the street with a dull thump, its head hitting the concrete a couple seconds after its body. Glancing back at his hunting party, he saw the five hunters had joined him on the streets and were fighting off large groups of the zombies. Bakuub growled and slung the ooman female over his shoulder so he could fight with both hands. She was so thin and light, he hardly felt her weight on his shoulder.

Bakuub extended his spear and plunged it into the belly of one of the zombies, then pulled it free. To his surprise, the creature kept coming at him, not noticing the hole through its middle. Bakuub hissed in surprise and slashed at its neck with his wristblades, partially severing its head from its neck. And still, it refused to die. With a growl of frusteration, he sliced the rest of the neck, and it finally fell.

"Aim for the head!" he roared to his hunting party over the moans of the undead creatures.

He continued to slice off heads and break through skulls with his spear and wristblades, getting spattered with black, dead blood. Bakuub was careful to make sure the ooman stayed balanced on his broad shoulder, away from the gaping jaws of the zombies. As more and more zombies joined the horde trying to devour Bakuub and his hunters, he realized that they might be overwhelmed with the sheer numbers of the undead. Hearing a howl of agony, he looked over at Guan-thwei, who was surrounded by a particularly large crowd of dead oomans. To Bakuub's horror, he saw the black-spotted warrior bleeding heavily from several deep bite wounds, splattered with just as much of his own green blood as black ooman blood. He was being eaten alive by the horde as he fought, dying from blood loss. Bakuub started shooting plasma bolts through the heads of the zombies near the young warrior.

"Guan-thwei!" Bakuub barked, "Get onto the roofs!"

Bakuub leapt over to the mass of undead creatures surrounding his comrade, slicing off heads and shooting plasma bolts into the crowd. He was joined by Guan-thwei's friend, Yeyinde, who slew every zombie in his way, determination gleaming in his yellow-green eyes. Even as he fought to get to Guan-thwei (while fending off the undead attempting to sink their teeth into him and the ooman he carried), he could see it was futile. Guan-thwei was dying, being eaten alive. He hardly had the strength to slash his weapons, let alone get onto the roof of the nearest building. Even if he somehow did manage to get to the roof, he'd die before he could get medical attention.

Guan-thwei seemed to know this. "Go!" he barked, trying to summon the strength to shout over the moans of the undead oomans. "Get to the ship!"

Yeyinde froze for a moment. "What are you saying? Come on!"

Bakuub grabbed Yeyinde's arm. "There's nothing we can do," he said loudly, as he continued to keep the walking dead away from himself and the ooman. "He's not going to make it." He could hear the regret in his voice; he liked the young hunter and didn't want him to die by being eaten alive by undead monsters.

Yeyinde glanced helplessly at his friend. Guan-thwei was almost dead, surrounded by the monsters that were tearing off pieces of his green flesh. He reached for his wrist computer. Bakuub realized what he was going to do-he was activating self-destruct.

"We have to go now!" Bakuub roared.

Yanking Yeyinde's arm to make him follow, he quickly scaled up the side of a building. He knew he had no choice but to jump on the roofs of the buildings, as it was the quickest way to get through the city. He glanced back and saw the other four hunters following his lead. They were all bleeding from bite and scratch wounds, but their wounds could be healed. Pressing the ooman close to his chest to prevent her from getting jarred too much, he leaped quickly through the city.

They just barely made it out of range of the bomb in time. Even at the distance they made in the short amount of time, Bakuub still felt an intense wave of heat from the explosive on his back. He staggered a bit, but recovered quickly. He looked back and saw the buildings collapsing and burning from Guan-thwei's bomb. Looking around, he saw that the other four hunters had survived. Yeyinde was gazing at the area where his friend had died. Bakuub glanced down at the ooman and was glad to see she didn't seem hurt or shaken up. She had some blood splattered on her, but it wasn't her blood.

Bakuub signaled for his hunting party to follow him, and made his way back to the ship.

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