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"... It can creep up inside you and consume you," I sang while dodging an infected, "A disease of the mind, it can control you~"

"Annie, focus!"

I ignored Louis and continued singing. "... I feel like a monster- TAKE THAT!" Score for Annie. Oh, yeah! Pfft, zombie never stood a chance.

Bill came up to me and roughly gripped my shoulder. "Eyes and ears on the enemy, Annie," He said before walking away, "...besides, your screeching is makin' my ears hurt."

...SCREECHING!? Okay, I'll admit I'm not the best singer.

"Well I thought it was fitting... Kinda." I said while pouting.

Yeah, it's been like this for a few hours. You see, we left the safe house and ended up in the sewers via a building. And I was highly uncomfortable with wading through people's shit... Literally. So, singing seemed like the best option to take my mind off the whole... Situation.

I... Ugh. How do people even end up in the sewers!? Maybe being zombified led them to seek shelter in stinky places? Beats me. Anyhow, it was a maze. Walk one way and a dead end, walk the other and a fork. Not only that but the smelly fumes were messing with my head.

Beeelch. Ughh, umph, belch!

"Uh... Guys..."

"Dammit, there's a Boomer close by." Francis said in disgust.

Slowly walking on Bill advised us all to be alert and not get chunked on. Of course, me being my unlucky self always gets targeted by the infected. So, naturally, I was barfed on by the Boomer. Eww!

"I'm hit! Ugh." I yelled. So much for my clothes... There was no way I was gonna be able to wash out the slimy substance.

Arrgghh! Skreeeeaaaahh!

All at once a horde of zombies started running towards me.

"Ugh, bon of a sitch!," I screamed before turning on my heel and running, "Get away! I don't want your cookies!"

I heard gunshots firing behind me but I was too preoccupied with running to pay it any mind. Just my day (Honestly, why can't I get a break). I took lefts and rights and I twisted and turned trying to get the infected off my back. And there I saw it... The exit. I could have sworn a ray of light shone on it while cherubs sang in the distance.

The moment was short-lived however, as I was pushed to the ground.

"Ugh, what the-," I muttered before my vision cleared, "...hell."

Right above me (and straddling) was a Hunter. You can bet your bottom dollar I was scared. I was paralyzed... I mean, really!? I just had to be face-to-face with one of the most fearsome infected.

"Eheh... Sooo, I'm guessing I'd be wrong in saying that you'd let me skedaddle on outta here, huh?"

Cue vicious growl... Now.

"...right... Mhmm... Nice weather out there... Flowers and pollen... and stuff." I blathered.

The Hunter continued to growl but stared at me in curiosity. Like, okay, this isn't how it goes mister. You pounce, I scream, and then you kill me. Simple as that, so what's going on?

Growing annoyed I stupidly yelled at the thing, "You don't get it do you!? Look, you go like this and-keee-I convulse on the ground from my torn jugular. Got it?," I said while grasping the Hunter's wrists and reenacting the technique to slit a throat.

It growled furiously before yanking its arms away. I shied away at the sudden movement thinking I was going to be attacked... But no. The Hunter just raised his hands and stared at them for a moment before gently dragging them across its neck. All the while, we both had confused expressions on our faces.

"Annie!"

"Ann! Dammit where is she..."

I looked over the Hunter's shoulder and saw the group some distance away.

"Hey! I'm over here!"

They quickly walked my way before abruptly stopping. Each member had various emotions playing around their faces.

"...Annie, what in the hell are you doing?" Louis urgently whispered.

I looked to the Hunter who was still making slicing moves over his neck and returned my attention to the group. "I'm teaching this good-for-nothing Hunter how to properly kill his enemies." I replied nonchalantly.

In response to my statement, the Hunter growled as if he understood what I had said.

"Oh shush." I responded while pushing the infected off of me. I got up from the ground and dusted my very dirty jeans off. (Like it really helped but meh.)

Graarrgggh.

"Annie, slowly walk towards us." Zoey whispered to me.

"Uh... Why?"

"Dammit, girl, get over here!" Bill hissed.

I just blankly stared at them before I realized... The Hunter. Duh!

"Nah guys, it's cool- He's cool. Right... Uh... Huuunter?" I hesitantly addressed the growling zombie.

Said zombie looked to me before tilting his head.

"Ha, see?"

The group exchanged worried glances. (They seemed to do that a lot lately.)

"You're hella mad, Annie!" Louis frantically said.

Zoey shot him a look, "Louis!," she snapped.

"Nah, man! You try and tell me this is alright!" He shouted while waving his gun around.

"Get a hold of yourself." Francis grumbled. He took a wary glance at Hunter and then at me with an expectant look.

"Well... He hasn't killed me yet, right?," I chuckled nervously, "Besides he's kinda like a puppy... Albeit a very blood-thirsty puppy. Isn't that right, Hunter?" I cooed.

Hunter looked in my direction with a deep scowl.

"If that rotting sack was gonna attack he would've done it already. We've got other things to worry about." Bill snapped getting our attention.

"Mercy hospital should be right up this ladder. Who's first?" Zoey spoke up.

Louis started up the ladder without a word, Bill followed suit with a drawn out sigh, and Francis after him.

"Annie... I don't know what's going on with...," Zoey nodded her head towards Hunter, "But none of us can really trust it. I hope you know what you're doing." And with that she quickly climbed out of the sewers.

A few gunshots went off and I took a moment to think. I mean, a Hunter!? They're supposed to be vicious... But Hunter didn't attack me or the others. Maybe... He's managed to keep part of his humanity.

"Hunter?" I tentatively said.

He looked at me and I cautiously walked closer to him. I reached my hand out to his face and he growled. I flinched, but otherwise proceeded to pat his cheek. Hunter made to move away yet he didn't.

"Okay… progress," I muttered to myself, "Alright, Hunter I don't know if this is a good idea (actually I'm pretty sure it isn't) but I'm trusting you. Pinky promise not to kill me or my friends?" I looked at Hunter with a hopeful face all while holding my pinky out to him.

He peeked up at me from under his hood and laced his pinky with my own. My heart swelled with joy that maybe there was still hope for this God-forsaken world.

"Come on. We gotta get to the safe house." I smiled at the infected and made my way up the ladder.

Pulling myself up, I took a cautious glance around. There were multiple infected strewn across the street. I took a minute to stare up at Mercy Hospital. FINALLY! One huge step closer to safety. Knowing that Hunter was following behind me, I made my way to the closed door of the safe house.

Knock. Knock.

"Guys, it's me!" I called.

The door cracked open to reveal Francis. "No dead meat inside." He deadpanned.

"Please Francy, he won't hurt anyone. I swear! Besides he pinky promised." I pleaded using my puppy-dog eyes. No one can resist the eyes. No. One.

With a tsk he addressed the others inside. I couldn't hear a thing since the door was muffling the conversation. A moment later the door was jerked open and Francis waved me in along with Hunter.

I took a hold of Hunter's arm and walked towards the others. They immediately raised their weapons.

"Ugh, guys… really? Look he's not gonna do anything (I don't think). And even if he does you're at an advantage. You've got heavy weaponry… all he's got are his claws." I said.

…..

"Kid's got a point," Bill started, "But if he tries anything, he's gonna end up with bullets in his head." And with that he took a seat next to the barred door.

Everyone seemed hesitant but ultimately went about their own ways.

"Well, guess it's just you and me…" I said to Hunter.

His reply? A grunt.

With a sigh I went and sat in a corner. Hunter followed and placed himself beside me. I giggled and took my journal out.

Entry 3

… Today was definitely chaotic and weird. I don't know what's in store for us tomorrow. Like… Hunter… I just realized that if we're gonna be rescued by a helicopter… well… it's obvious he's a zombie. I guess I'll just have to give him a makeover. Let's see… I'll have to clip his nails, clean his face, change his clothes, give him sunglasses, annnd put makeup all over his face. Not too difficult then. Ugh… who am I kidding…

Whatever, I think it'll be worth it. Just gotta cross my fingers.

...and my toes.