Welcome back! This is the only fanfiction of mine that I had some inspiration on. So I deeply apologize for the lack of updates. Anyways I have some good ideas for later in this fanfiction aaaaaaaaand.

Our deeply beloved (Deeply hated) Co-author Yuki got an Xbox AND L4d (The fucking bastard better share!) So three cheers for Yuki!

Yuki: I can read this you know….-_-

Dino: Then that's good.

Colron: hn…

Chronas pov

I was matching down the road of… I think this town was called Riverdale or something along those lines. Anyways, I was marching along the road, Elijah behind me.

"Why so jumpy? My little hunter?" I giggled a bit. I loved to tease him and call him things like my little hunter. It was cute how he reacted so fiercely yet liking the slight possessive note that it may have.

Elijah glanced up. "No reason." He said quietly and glanced down. "You're really smart, you know?" He asked me. His tone sounded like he was trying to get to a certain topic and that he was just using this as a way to start a conversation that might lead to an opening for him to ask.

"Strange." I mumbled to myself then spoke to him. "Yeah, I wasn't all that bright before the mutation because of Medusa, the woman who did this to me, never taught me anything." I said. "But, I guess the mutation and all the other stuff just made me smarter or something along those lines."

Elijah nodded. "The… what do the Survivors call what happened to us?" he asked.

I thought a moment. "The Infection, or Green Flu as some call it." I said as we passed by a wall that had writing saying 'GOD IS DEAD' on it. It was kind of depressing but I understood why someone would put it there.

It seemed now that with the zombie apocalypse that there was no God looking out for those Survivors.

I know that was with my case when I turned.

But, I couldn't shake the odd feeling that there was a god looking out for me. Not God, but something like a minor god or something. I felt like there was one looking out for everyone. So….maybe the graffiti was wrong.

We leapt onto a building. I stopped. "Hey, Eli, stop a moment." I said and Elijah glanced at me and waited. I gestured for him to be quiet. I could hear Survivors.

I walked to the edge of the building and jumped off it but grabbed the ledge with one hand as I hid in the shadows. Elijah did the same. There were four Survivors, heavily armed, walking down the street. A growl started to form from Elijah but I stopped him before they heard him.

"I'm going to go check them out." I whispered. Elijah gave me a shocked expression.

"Are you insane! You're an Infected! They'll shoot you on sight!" He said.

I grinned as I jumped onto the roof and pulled my hoodie off and wrapped it around my waist. My shirt had holes and rips in it but I could claim that to attacks and what not. "But I look like a survivor, remember?" It was true, the Infection hadn't changed my appearance or how I spoke at all, I still looked and sounded like a Survivor.

"I'll be back real quick. If you see anything that you think the Survivors can't handle, screech as loud as you can but stay hidden." I said as I leapt off the building into an ally just down the street behind the Survivors. I could feel Elijah watching me. There was a rifle on the ground, some ammo, pain killers and a flashlight on the ground by what looked to be a dead survivor. Perfect~! I grinned picking them up.

I then raced out of the alley and shot a nearby Common Infected who was in the shadows of a truck just coming out. I could tell that it was about to attack the four Survivors from behind judging by the angle it was running at.

The four jumped back in surprise, obviously they had not noticed that the Infected. How sad.

They had there guns aimed at me thinking I was an Infected probably not noticing how I saved them.

"DON'T SHOOT!" I yelled in my best mock terror. "I'm not an infected!" I yelled. They lowered there guns as I got closer.

"Hey, its just a kid." One guy said. He looked like a biker guy, there was also a older guy and a guy who was dressed for work in a tie and white shirt. Then there was a girl who was the youngest looking of the group.

I slowed down and pretended to try and catch my breath. "I…found more Survivors…finally." I muttered to myself loud enough that they could probably hear me.

The girl walked over. "Hey, kid, what's your name?" She asked.

I glanced up. "Chrona." I said. "who are you guys?" I asked trying to sound timid.

"I'm Zoey." The girl said. "That's Bill, Louis, and Francis." She said. "You part of a group of Survivors?" She asked probably curious as to how someone of my age could have survived.

"Y-yeah, but they got killed." I said. Zoey and the others looked sad, probably pitying me for having to witness the deaths of my 'team' at such a young age.

"How'd they die?" Francis asked.

I started searching names and stories in my head. "Buck, our best rifleman, he was killed by a Tank a week ago." I said. "Jimmy, our close range shooter, got vomited by a Boomer and the horde overtook him." My tone had went to very depressed as I told them. "And….Elijah, he was the team leader…my brother….He was pushing me up a ladder so we could get to higher ground, a Smoker grabbed him and he got dragged to close to a Witch and…..he got killed. I…I couldn't get a good shot at the Smoker…" I said as tears fell.

I probably had won the pity of the group. Bill glanced at me. "You look pretty worn out. Why don't you come join us?" He asked.

I was surprised. From what I could remember, Survivors were usually selfish and only took what they gained from. As far as he knew I was useless yet here he was asking me to join.

"Yeah. We're almost to a safe house, why not come along with us." Zoey said.

I thought a moment. I might as well, I could stay with them a while, have Eli follow from a distance, screech the alarm, and then fake a death, maybe I could let a Tank maul me. I was on pretty good terms with some of them. They were dumb but loved to let there endless rage out on killing anything. Maybe have it throw me over a the ledge of a building, I could use my spikes to slow down the fall on the building but hold off the healing with the bones long enough for some blood to pour out to look like I was dead…yeah that could work.

"Sure, it's better then just wandering around waiting for a horde to attack and ki-" I was cut off when I hear a very loud screech from Elijah.

Followed by very loud thumps and the sound of an angry roar.

Shit…

A Tank.

I was screwed at this point, I didn't know how to handle a gun! I could kill a Tank easily, but I couldn't show I was an Infected around them and kill it off! They would kill me! Well probably not, but I finally get to speak to Survivors and I don't want to scare them off immediately!

"TANK!" Bill shouted just as the Tank came in view. They began shooting at it and keeping a distance from it.

I began to shoot at it missing half the time. Guns were harder to use then they looked.

Before I knew it I had to reload.

I began digging in my ammo bag not knowing which bullets to use. After finally finding the right bullets I messily tried to put them in and shoot.

Again, guns were harder to use then they looked.

My rifle was jammed.

And the Tank was coming right towards me.

And the other Survivors were behind it shooting.

"RUN CHRONA RUN!" Zoey yelled.

I heard a loud screech. "CHRONA!" Elijah yelled as he leapt at me and tacked me, only to pick me up and leap me out of the Tanks path just as it slammed it's fist right where I was just seconds ago.

Elijah leapt on the ground.

….in a very bad looking position judging by how the others reacted.

"HUNTER HAS CHRONA!" Bill yelled and began shooting at Elijah.

Shit! I thought and did the first thing that came to my mind.

Protect my friend.

I leapt between Elijah and the Survivors, my the bones in my legs and arms shooting out and spreading out making a makeshift shield as I crouched down. "SHOOT THE TANK NOT ELI!" I yelled at them. How could they forget the Tank?

Apparently easily if the Tank was charging at them.

"What, the hell?" Louis yelled seeing my bones become a shield.

"Morons!" Eli and I said as the Tank picked up a car. "SHIT!" We yelled as it through it at the Survivors.

With a tremendous leap I landed right in the cars path and caught it being pushed back a bit by the force and the unprepared catch. "Oof!" I said as my breath left my lungs.

A rock was thrown hitting my face.

I saw a trickle of black blood trail down my nose.

Now, I was pissed.

"Okay, Mr. Tank." I said and repeated what I said in the Infected language so he could understand, I said what I said then so both Survivors and Infected could understand. "Now, your dead." I said my voice a threatening growl. "First, you attack my new friends, these nice Survivors. Then you attack me when you KNOW I can kick your ass. Then you hurl a car at the survivors when they were not focusing on you? And now look! My nose is broken thanks to your stupidity!" I said, each sentence I took a step towards him, each step I took I left a dent on the street.

Even the Tank looked nervous which was new judging there stupidity. I was now just a foot away from him. "You. Are. Dead." I said and made a screech as I tacked it knocking it over.

I let out more screeches as Elijah, Zoey, Bill, Francis, and Louis watched in shock and horror as I mauled the not so innocent Tank.

Guts splattered everywhere, blood sprayed up, entrails were everywhere. I didn't stop till the Tank was good and dead. Smirking I got off it and looked myself over.

"Awwwww my shirt is all filthy now…" I said.

"What's wrong?" Elijah asked.

I glanced at him. "Eli! My favorite shirt is ruined now! I'll never get these stomach acid stains out!" I whined.

"that was badass." Francis said.

Zoey looked at me frightened. "What…are you?" She asked. "Are you a new Special Infected?"

I shook my head. "Not exactly." I said. "and DON'T shoot the Hunter, he's my friend and so are you so he wont attack." I said and began to explain to them what I was. I got a lot of jaw drops during the story and 'no way's' too. When I was finished Everyone but Elijah were shocked.

Elijah because he had no idea what I said.

"So, your mother was a real live witch with the magic and everything?" Bill asked, I nodded. "And your blood is black and you used to be a meister working for the DWMA and your blood was your weapon partner until you became this…..Bones?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I can still use all the attacks." I said as I summoned Ragnaroks sword form. It disappeared soon after.

"So…let's go in the safe house until we get attacked by a horde or something." I said cheerfully.

"One more question." Zoey asked.

I blinked at her motioning her to ask away.

"That story, about the other survivors." She said. "Was that a lie?"

I frowned. "Not exactly, I was a part of it. They accepted what I was and they really did die that way, just not at the time I mentioned. They all got killed the same day by endless hordes thanks to two boomers and a lot of car alarms." I said.

They nodded.

As we walked into the safe house, Zoey broke the awkward silence.

Coughing a bit she spoke. "We only knew you for what, five minutes and you consider us friends. You are very trusting." She said.

"Not really." I said.

Elijah glared at me. "what are you guys talking about? Can't you guys just speak Infected already!" He growled.

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry, but you're the only one here who doesn't speak English anymore. You need to relearn it." I said

Elijah glared, I glared back.

The Survivors backed away wary on a possible fight.

Crona snapped something at Elijah and he made a VERY loud screech that probably echoed all around town.

XxXx

Kid glanced around. "So, where are we?" He asked.

"Fairfield." Maka responded as she read the map, there were common infected wandering around, a few, not a lot and clearly not paying any attention to the team.

The town was a wasteland! It's asymmetry irritated Kid to no ends! The only thing keeping him in check was that they found evidence that Crona could possible be here thanks to some black blood smeared on a broken window. Not a lot, just amount signifying that Crona might have been coming out of the window and got a cut.

Blackstar killed a common infected that was getting to close with ease. "Hey, what's that?" He asked upon seeing some graffiti saying 'GOD IS DEAD' on the wall. "Heh, looks like some people think that the Great ME is dead! And I guess they must think Lord Death and Kid might be dead too, I suppose, but they probably all assumed immediately that the Great Blackstar! God of All was dead thanks to my absence." He smirked.

Kid and Maka rolled there eyes at his arrogance as they climbed a ladder up onto the top of an apartment building to get a better view of the city.

How annoying. They thought as they climbed as Blackstar continued to brag.

When they got to the top they had a clear view of Mercy Hospital and a bunch of Common Infected wandering around.

"I wonder if Crona is still in this town, or that new Infected Medusa made." Maka said.

Kid glanced around there were dead Common Infected and a dead Tank around along with some bullets. Survivors must have passed through. He thought, no doubt they were heading to Mercy Hospital to get rescued by the military.

"If Crona is here…. We find her and save her." He said.

A Hunters screech could be heard off in the distance.

"We have not, come all this way, to fail." Kid said.

XxXx

Of course the Hunters screech was, if you didn't guess already, Elijahs from the ending sentence before it switched over to Kid and the gang.

The last sentence was inspired by something Nick said.

I hope you all enjoyed, please review and check out my fanfiction Race For The Scythe Of Time.

I will try to update another fanfiction soon. Depends on which one I get an idea for first. Any suggestions?