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As, I reawaken, I glance around to find my surrounding the same. The sky is still dark and my wounds are still open. I realize that I might need actually medical attention since my minor scraps have completely healed while the cuts from the witch are still present. I peer over the edge to see nothing but shambling infected walking around. I stand up and walk, instead of pounce, to the door and try the handle, finding it securely locked.

I huffed and growled before sitting back down into a ledge and waited, seeing as my wounds were too serious for my legs to properly work. I started to ponder about my past until I heard talking and thunder started to sound.

"Hold up." The coarse voice of Bill was enough to make me peer over the edge and spy on them.

"I ain't seen anything like this before." The veteran rubbed a gooey and pasty substance as he tried to examine it.

"Geez, don't let that stop you from smearing it all over yourself." The voice that was laced with superiority and an air of cockiness was obviously Francis' voice.

"They're changing!" I had to stifle a chuckle when Bill smeared the substance all over Francis' vest.

"OH GOD! Damn it Bill! That stinks!" The biker tried futilely to wipe away the pasty substance as everyone shared a laugh at his expense.

By now, crying could be heard. I had hoped from past experiences that these 4 had learned about the witch, yet when they started to voice their opinions and the sound of agreement to go check it out was heard, I had to hold back from pouncing down there and killing them.

"Someone's still alive." The timid yet eager voice belonged to Zoey, the youngest of the group.

"Over there." Bill said.

Bill and Zoey had entered a dark room with a metal door, shielding them from my view. I sigh inwardly as I know within a short time, they'll all be dead. I crawl over to my left to try and futilely get a better look inside the darkness of the room.

"Hello…hello?" The words were accompanied by the movement of flashlights. I roll my eyes at these idiots for being so stupid. Light was in fact, the witches' most hated item. When the movement stopped, I knew that they had found her.

"Hey it's going to be okay." Zoey said as she tried to reach out for the witch.

Instead, a flash of thunder lit up the night and was enough to make Bill tackle Zoey while closing her flashlight in a swift motion.

"Lights off!" Apparently Bill still remembers his past encounter with the witch. I actually think about not killing him.

The crying continued undisturbed, yet I could see that not either Bill or Zoey exit the room. The witch must have them rooted to the spot in fear. The night didn't stay quiet for long as I could make out the screams and shouts of infected. These 'survivors' were about to be killed.

"Ah shit! Shit! SHIT!" This panicking voice was followed by Francis' shotgun blasts. I face palmed at how Louis was freaking out despite the fact this situation could be controlled with a few well aimed bullets.

"THEY'RE COMING!" I have to resist the urge of killing Louis at his complete stupidity.

I did not look over the edge but the evident scream of a witch pierced the sky and was accompanied by Zoey's loud and screeching voice.

"RUN LIKE HELL!!!" She screamed as the thumping of footsteps followed her.

I heard the door slam shut, seconds from letting the witch fly out. The witch didn't relent though as she kept pounding on the door, eventually breaking through the tough metal with one of her claws. Louis screamed loudly before opening fire with his gun, avoiding the flailing limb as best as he could.

"How do you like that bitch!?" The bullets actually made a difference and it wasn't long before the screams of the witch died down with her.

"STICK TOGETHER!" I merely laughed at whoever uttered such words. There was no way that they could survive just by 'teamwork' or 'watching each others back'. Last I checked Bill and Francis would kill each other if given the chance.

I then heard the sound of low growling before it was followed by something being shot out. Something long and slippery. I then realize that the culprit was another one of the infected. Some monster I labeled Smoker because if how it smells of nothing but smoke, and that when killed, will emit a large mass of it and will blind anyone momentarily.

"AHHHHH!!!" Sounds like the beast has a thing for eating old guys.

"Hold on!" And here comes Francis to the rescue.

A shotgun was fired and then the sound of head combustion was heard, plus my smell picked up smoke. The smoker was dead and Bill thanked Francis for the help before getting back to killing the lower ones.

"Guys?!" Zoey's panicked voice spoke in volumes as more and more of the lower infected poured into the alleyway, trapping them.

I heard a few more shots then someone shouted.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" I could see Zoey chuck another one of their homemade pipe bombs at the mass of infected and the beeping was a big attraction to them all.

As the large explosion followed, a burnt smoking arm flew and landed into my grasp. Looking at it with indifference, I took a bite of the cooked meat before tossing the limb down, nailing an infected in the head. As I slowly chewed, I could see a helicopter fly by, its large light attracting Louis as he deserted the group to follow it.

"HEY!!! DOWN HERE!!!!! WE'RE NOT INFECTED! DOWN HERE!!!" Louis had his eyes glued to the sky, following the helicopter until it flew away. The trek and sudden turns had taken its toll and Louis decided following the helicopter blindly would resort to trouble. So he stopped when he was in the open street to catch his breath.

"Damn it!" The man muttered as he turned around to get back to the group.

Instead, a loud shriek was heard before the sound of something tackling Louis. The man screamed in pain as the beast that had pounced on him started to tear away at his flesh. The hunter didn't get far though, as Zoey suddenly tackled the beast and fired several bullets into its torso, added in with Louis' own shots and the hunter collapsed in a dead pile upon a car. Too bad the car had a functional and loud alarm.

"This looks bad" Bill said as, in the distance, as infected seemed to crawl out from whatever hole they hid in and run towards the noise.

I could sense the fear and smell the sweat the 4 survivors must have been experiencing right now. Then a large roar was heard as a car being thrown landed into a mass of the running infected, crippling them. The sound of the enormous beast I call a tank was running over any smaller infected while he grabbed any other infected, that had the bad luck to get into his way, and chuck the body at another group of them.

I then heard Louis speak in an almost hushed tone, like he expected that things would turn worse if he was louder than normal.

"Run or shoot?" Louis said as he took a few steps backwards.

Silence was all that answered him as the group tensed and loaded their guns.

"RUN OR SHOOT!?" The man was in full panic now, his gun clattering to the floor in his shock.

"Both!" Bill answered as he fired at the horde, running backwards towards the alley way again.

I heard more gunfire and roars of the tank as the infected continued to chase after them, the sounds of fighting made my blood boil and my need to feast rise.

"Get to the roofs!" Bill pointed at a steel ladder that lead up to my position.

I heard the tank roar as he rounded the corner. Francis, believing that he was a tough macho biker, whirled around to face the beast.

"Come on! Come on!" Francis taunted as the tank neared.

The tank complied by grabbing the biker and slamming him against the wall. I was starting to become extremely angry. This tank reminded me of the beast that killed my old teacher, who was like a second mother to me. I growled in a rhythmic pattern, singing a guttural song of the hunters. Leaping from my perch, ignoring the bullets whizzing past me in an attempt to stop and kill me, I knew that exposing myself right now was not smart. Because I'm infected, they would obviously try to kill me. Yet, the sight of the tank made me feel indifferent.

I was ready to die.

I was hit many times in the torso and legs, the bullets sending a searing arrow of pain throughout my system. But despite all the damage, I still held true to my mark and landed on the head of the tank. He roared immensely and tried to grab me but I clawed away any of his arms and sliced his face. Despite my best efforts, I was still thrown off as the tank was too strong and my injuries too serious. The tank had changed targets to Zoey, who was shooting at his head chest in a futile attempt to stop him. In the short time I had fought with the tank, everyone besides Zoey was safely on the roof. I don't why, but the college girl remained on the ladder, firing off potshots at the tank.

The tank would not be put down so easily. My sense of survival told me to get to higher ground as the tank jumped, trying to grab Zoey. Just as I reached the roof top, the tank managed to grab onto a small part of the ladder, crushing the thin steel in its massive hands. The tank refused to let go and thus dragged the entire ladder and the platform down with it. The tank had one last time to roar before the entire foundation collapsed on him, crushing his mass being under steel and bricks.

Zoey had tried to get onto the roof but was already falling. I could see her attempt to grab Francis' hand, yet she missed short. Pouncing forward, I caught Zoey and ricocheted off the opposite wall, the ground no longer safe. She started screaming, thinking that I would drop her as soon as I reached a tall enough height. The idea was tempting, but my resolve was renewed. As I flew over onto the roof, I landed right in front of the three men, all which trained their guns at me. I set Zoey down and pushed her over to the group before staring at them with indifference. I stared at the barrel of the shotgun pointed at me, the nozzle housing a lethal spray of bullets, and the dual pistols that would be my demise.

"It's that loony hunter again; the one that jumped on all 4 of us yet didn't do anything." Bill said.

"Yeah, well I don't give a shit if he's Mr. Santa Claus, an infected will always be a vampire and you all know what we do with these freaks." Francis growled as he cocked his shotgun.

"Why would an infected save one of us instead of just senselessly try to claw us apart?" Louis asked as he focused his pistols at me while checking on Zoey.

Soon all discussion was hushed as I coughed a little. I turned to see them all glare at me with hating eyes. Zoey had run over to the table and grabbed a shotgun before shortly pointing the gun at me.

"Well, it's infected; we can't let it live guys, shoot it." Zoey said as she loaded the shotgun.

Every survivor had guns aimed at me, even if I could jump, I would still be shot. I was left with no choice but to just keep my hands raised and wait for the buckshot to put me out of my misery. I...felt my life flash before my eyes, like a movie. I didn't want to die, not yet at least. I didn't want to ascend to the sky this way.

I wanted to live.

"I don't want to die..." I mumble, no longer aware of the 4 humans with the guns.

"Did...that infected just talk?" Zoey asked as she lost her aim for the second after being surprised by my voice.

I lowered my claws and shoved them into my hoodie pocket and started to think. My family died either of this horde or natural causes, my friends the same way.

My mind seemed to be collecting any memories I had left of my past life and was playing them like one big movie. I shed a single tear as I remembered David. I shook my head and stared back at the four survivors, all which had their aim on me again.

"If you're going to shoot me, then shoot me." I said, no longer caring.

"What…the…fuck?" Francis said as he dropped his gun by accident.

"You heard me, go ahead shoot me." I stared at them, waiting for the bullets. The bullets that never came.

"That's impossible, infected can't talk!" Zoey exclaimed as she threw her hands up into the air in surprise.

"Well, I can. I'm infected and I'm talking right now to you so that means I'm a talking infected." I was starting to get annoyed with them.

"Yeah, this infected does have a point or are we all just crazy?" Louis said as he holstered his pistols.

"I have a point?" I talk and I'm infected! What's more to it?

"Will you shut the hell up already?" Bill yelled as he kept his gun on me.

"Will you shoot me already?" I shouted back

Now all 4 survivors dropped their guns and gawked. Not only had I spoken in a human dialect that was audible and sensible, I had just asked to get shot and die.

"Well?"

No answer

I look around at the 4 survivors, still staring at me, until I suddenly remembered my wounds and the pain, and I collapsed. I didn't feel much pain before, but that doesn't mean my body is invincible. I start falling into unconsciousness, desperate to actually live, I clawed furiously at the floor, trying to drag myself over to the table, reaching for a medical pack, but falling unconscious at the last second, groaning.

"Stupid damn limitations of a mortal body." I was dying, yet for some reason, I wanted to live. There was nothing left for me yet I so desperately wanted life.

I heard what sounded to be shotgun cocks followed by the sound of loading. I realized the group was going to shoot me so I just lay there, making peace with God.

I thought back to my family before the infection broke out.

"Hey there son, sorry I couldn't…stay to see…you grow up." My dad said as he stared back at me with weak pale eyes.

"(Sniff) Dad, are you really going to die?"

"Yes, I'm sorry son…but…I want you to…know…that I love......."

"Dad?"

"..."

"Dad!?"

I shed a single tear, remembering how my father loved me so much, yet I took it for granted.

"Mom, are you okay?"

"It's nothing sweetie, someone crazy man just bit me."

"But, you look like a ghost!"

"Don't worry honey…just go to bed."

"Alright mom."

That was the last I ever saw my mom as two men in suits came and took her away from me. I was left alone as she struggled desperately to reach me, to hold me, yet she was knocked out and never seen from again.

"Look out bro!"

"Brother! Are you alright? That dude just bit you!"

"Don't worry, you and sis okay?"

"I got bit too."

"Hey kids, everything alright here?"

"Nothing wrong sir, just this crazy man bit me and my sister, my little brother is okay though."

The policeman didn't respond, he stopped listening after he said bit, the policeman just pulled out his gun and shot both my sister and brother.

"Look here son, I would get out of town if I was you, nothing safe here anymore.'"

After that, the man left me to my tears. Both of my siblings had a gun shot wound in the head, both was looks of total surprise. I cried all night until my friend came.

My memories stopped playing, my eyelids started to fall, darkness was approaching me. I muttered one last prayer.

Then there was only darkness.

A/N: Okay first off, the beginning is from the intro movie, so I can't get yelled at for not credited sources. Second, drop a review now and then, I'm starting to doubt if my work is even worthwhile since nobody tells me if they need an adjustment or not, finally, the spacing is driving me nuts! I'm trying to upload from Microsoft Word with some spaces but it won't be carried over! I've tried everything! I guess I just need to ask if the spacing is alright. Anyways, R and R please!

Edit: This chapter was so rushed and unfulling; I couldn't help but to revise it.