I don't own Left 4 Dead. If I did then hunters would rape you everytime lol jk not really. If i owned l4d it wouldn't exist. Thank god i don't own left 4 dead. Contains Yaoi. I promise.

Ellis awoke to the feel of warm water sloshing over his lower body. His head rest on warm, dry dirt. He forced himself to open his eyes and he was squinting up at the bright sun hanging over him, lighting and warming his body. His mind swam as he sat up. He was now overlooking a calm river, His legs soaked from the slightly muddy water. He shook his head and grimaced at the slight pain. It was still incredibly hot. Either he had survived and was still somewhere in Louisianna, or he had died and gone to hell. He chuckled. That last one seemed unlikely. Him, in hell? Yeah right. But that brought up the question- how DID he survive? Which lead to another question, how was he going toc continue to survive. He felt his pockets for anything that would help, but they seemed to be cleaned out. He looked on the muddy bank of the river and spotted a desert eagle, the sunlight glinting off the metalic barrel of the gun.

He got to his feet shakily and walked over to grab it, noticing the chamber was full. Maybe it was his hunter who had saved him. He then nearly fell to the ground as the pain of his injured ankle was suddenly felt. It could have been caused by the sudden emotional pain he felt as he remembered the two people left in his life that he had trusted entirely walk away and leave him to die. But he had someone... there was still someone out there protecting him.

He wished he could thank the hunter. He wouldn't be alive if it weren't for him. He didn't even know if he'd been alive to traverse the bridge in the first place. He wished he could thank the hunter, that the hunter would show himself. He wouldn't shoot it, not like his old friends would. They didn't even believe him anyway.

It seemed like his hopes had been heard, perhaps. He saw a hoodied figure stalking towards him, coming from a field of tall, yellowing grass. It would be awkward thanking a dead thing, but he would try. He was about to speak when he realized the hunter was staring dead at him, a menacing snarl plastered on his face and a growl emanating from his mouth that sent shivers down Ellis's spine. "I don't suppose you're the one's been helpin' me, 'ave you?" He asked quietly, his face white.

His question was answered as the hunter suddenly leaped at him and pounced, taking no time at tearing into his still healing wounds. "SHIT SHIT SHIT!" He screamed, kicking and pushing at the hunter to no avail. He would've screamed for help, if he had any nearby. But he was alone now, abandoned to live for himself. He wasn't about to give up that easily, not now that he had been given a second chance. Ellis pushed through the pain of having his chest torn into and clenched his fist, swinging it hard and fast. The fist connected with the hunter's rotting flesh, making a sickening thud. The hunter was stunned at this action, and ellis took the opportunity to kick the hunter off him, now pinning him. He began to scratch and claw at the hunter, punching and tearing at anything he could reach.

He was taking out all his pent up anger on the infected, who was howling and screaming, still tearing away at Ellis. But the anger and the satisfaction of utterly destroying the infected drowned out the pain he was feeling. Soon he was worn out though. The hunter had stopped moving, its face a bloody bulp. Ellis panted and stood, staring at his bloody hands. He had used the blunt side of the gun a bit, but that now lie somewhere nearby.

He was shocked at what he had done. He wiped the blood on his already stained shirt and swallowed, feeling a little unprotected without the gun. He looked for it and picked it up off the ground once again, readying it just in case. He wondered if that was the same hunter that had been helping him. Maybe it really did just want his flesh.

He took a bit to survey the damage the lone hunter had done to him. His shirt was in tatters, his chest had multiple claw marks running quite deep, spreading blood down his chest and staining the hem of his pants. He wasn't in good shape, and the hot sun on his practically bare back was causing him to sweat quite a bit.

He sighed and looked around. Where was he to go now? What was he to do now that he was all alone? Standing around here and thinking wasn't going to change anything. He shrugged and figured he'd just start out in a direction. He started walking into the tall grass, ignoring the stinging feel of the blades rubbing against his still open wounds. Maybe he'd find an encampment nearby...

He stopped suddenly as he heard a rustle nearby. His muscles tensed and he turned his whole body towards the sound. The rustling didn't stop, and soon he could see movements in the grass. He raised his gun and had almost pulled the trigger when suddenly another hunter had leaped forward. This one simply knocked the gun away though, landing on his chest and staring down at him. Ellis looked up and glared, then he thought "Maybe this was him!"

"Ell... lis..." It growled through clenched teeth. Ellis's eyes went wide as it spoke his name.

"You gotta be him!" He said excitedly, still on the ground underneath the hunter. The hunter wasn't looking at him anymore, but was now staring at his wounded chest. He placed a hand on the blood covered boy and then growled. It looked to be struggling with itself. Ellis grimaced a bit as the hunter acted strangely. Well, stranger than not attacking him and speaking.

It suddenly let out a disturbing sound and pushed off from Ellis, running away. Ellis lost sight of it through the tall, dense grass. "Wait! Come back!" He said, taking off after it. But he wasn't as fast as the hunter, and his ankle was still in no condition for running. "Damn..." He said quietly, looking around once again. That was definitely strange, but there was no doubt about it. That was the hunter that had been helping them this whole time. He had noticed the bullet wound his team mates had put in its shoulder, and had saw how his hoody was stained with the distinct color of boomer guts and bile. It was definitely the same one.

That thought kept him going, that even though the hunter wasn't with him directly, he was still there, and was still helping the young boy survive.

Infected:

The hunter had made contact with Ellis, at long last. After watching the boy being abandoned by the ones he called friends, he had been anticipating the moment of contact for a while now. He had finally done it, but he had almost lost it. He was still fighting against the demon inside him.

When he had smelled the blood, he had been driven crazy. He had tried to withstand it, tried not slashing into that tasty young meat... but he had almost failed, and with the last bit of will he had left, he ran away. He would never forgive himself if he had been the one to hurt Ellis. Especially after all that he had done to save him.

After seeing the man fall on the bridge, he had immediatly rushed into action from the shore. He had been waiting the for Ellis, not liking the possibility of him getting shot or blown up by the planes. But he had thrown all inhibitions away when Ellis was in danger. He had pushed himself to the limit, running in as fast as he ever had, slashing away the commong like they were nothing. He had reached Ellis right before the first bomb had hit the bridge. He dragged the boy over the edge and they plummeted straight into the river, heated by the sun.

The hunter had forgotten how to swim, something he hadn't taken into consideration. Holding onto Ellis, he began to sink quickly. Ellis seemed to be passed out from that point on, perhaps from shock. Perhaps from lack of oxygen in his lungs. He kicked his powerful legs, and that seemed to propel him up towards the surface. He kicked again and again until they were above the water. They were down stream a significant amount, and the swift current would have pulled a normal human under in a second. But the hunter had something to fight for, and he swam towards the shore, laying the boy down on the muddy beach.

After all that, he was worn out. His body shook from the effort and he could barely walk. It seemed he had pushed himself a bit too far. He passed out right next to the man.

Luckily for him though, he had woken up sometime during the night, Ellis still passed out next to him. He felt better, more rested, and thankfully nothing had gotten to either of them. He had scouted around the area, and found the gun next to a fallen survivor, who he had disposed of in the river. He placed the gun next to Ellis and climbed the nearest tree, staying alert and waiting until the boy woke up the next morning. And now here he was, running away from the boy so he didn't hurt him. What if something else got to him. What if another hunter decided to ravage his body again? Ellis had done good defending himself when he had gone lax, but he wouldn't do that again.

He stopped and located Ellis's scent, running towards the nearest tree to get above the grass. He began to once again follow the man from the shadows.

Survivor:

Ellis knew he was being followed now. The hunter didn't hide it anymore, and it seemed like it was only watching from afar just for his own security. It didn't make him feel as safe as if the hunter was right next to him, but it did effectively keep him safe. they made quite a good team, especially for not even specifically travelling together. They soon happened on a long abandoned military outpost, complete with barbed wire fences and military artillery. The base was over run with infected though, and Ellis thought it best to avoid it. He hadn't used any of his bullets on the infected, the hunter having enough skill to take out the little ones, but there was way too many infected here.

Of course military outpost meant possible weapons. He knew that if he decided to traverse the dangerous base, the hunter would be right behind him. Dangit, he wished they'd just officially travel together already.

He shrugged and figured he had nothing else to loose. He looked for a weak spot in the deffense, and found where the infected had apparantly made their way in- a hole in the fence, the only rusted part of the entire fence too. He turned his head and spotted the hunter eyeing him warily. He smiled towards the hunter, and then pushed his way through the hole, careful not to alert infected of his prescence. This would be a sneak job. He made his way quickly to an van and climbed in back. Seemed like he wouldn't have to go far for his goal. The back was loaded with military grade weapons, chests of ammos, and a barage of items good for disipating an entire horde. Encluding a few high powered grenades. He grinned.

"Jackpot..." He began to stash the bullet into any pockets he could find, and grabbed a single gun. It seemed like the best option, light weight but powerful. Now he had to get out of the camp without causing a disturbance again. He was about to climb out and walk back towards the hole in the fence when he heard his hunter growling. He knew it was his, because it sounded different. It sounded slightly more human.

Was it alerting him to a danger? That question passed quickly as he heard the tell tale coughing of a smoker nearby. "Aw shit." He exclaimed quietly, holstering his gun and loading it with ammo. He stayed near the side of the truck, not daring to go towards the exit. The smoker could be right there, ready to tongue him and pull him into the crowd of stumbling infected.

Would the hunter help him?

His thoughts were disrupted instantly by the sound of gunshots echoing through the silent compound. They eyes of hundred of infected turned towards the source and began charging all at once. The smoker exploded as a bullet pierced him. Even from here Ellis could smell it. "What the..." he thought quietly, standing stupidly in the back of the van

"Move, move, move!" The voices of humans could be heard in the distance, followed by even more gunshots. Ellis poked his head out of the entrance warily, aware that he might be mistaken for infected. Traversing across the base was a group of 25 or so men, wearing swat armor and holding guns similar to the one Ellis had picked up.

It seemed the military was taking back this base.

Not proofreading ftw