Author's Note
Hi! Sorry for the long wait! Okay, I really gotta wrap this thing up, so the chapters will probably be longer. But when I publish them will vary. But anyway, this is around Chapter 10ish or so. Oh, um and my sidekick will be proof reading these stories, so if there's any problems, please bring all complaints to Boombox Bunny. Boombox Bunny? Dude?
Boombox Bunny: *is asleep*
Me: _ _'
Yeah, I should've picked a less LAZY *slams fist on desk* sidekick.
Boombox Bunny: *wakes up* I'm up! I'm up!
Course you are... Anyway, lemme do the disclaimer real quick: I do not own Left 4 Dead, but I do own my OCs. Okay! Well, enjoy, and PLEASE R&R!
And it went on like that for a while. Joeth came and went by night, and when I could find him alone when we went out, I would give him a hug. I enjoyed having these silent meetings with him. The group that "rescued" me I know is trying to do the best they can to keep me safe and happy, but what they don't know is that I'm a lot safer-and much happier- with Joeth, and though she still scares me, Madle too.
They can keep me safe with the zombie blood in their veins. I've seen how zombies act around them; they can actually communicate with each other, and they'll listen to whatever they say. If they wanted to, Joeth or Madle could send them after someone, or protect them. The only thing they couldn't do is completely stop them from attacking. But I know that they're 2x stronger than them, and could and would kill them if they went after me.
Speaking of Madle, I haven't seen her in a while. All those times I met Joeth, she was nowhere in sight. Even though I don't really like her-I think she feels the same way about me- I'm still worried. I mean, she tried to protect me as best she could.
"Kid, come on! We need to get moving." The boy named Hale tells me. He really never did learn my name.
"Its Violet." I tell him, standing up.
"Violet." He echoes, grinning. "That's a pretty name."
I look at the ground and keep walking.
(Hale's POV)
What's wrong with her? She's been quiet, and every time I try talking to her, she stays quiet. It can't be that stupid hunter we killed, could it? Well, I'll just have to get her mind off him...
(Violet's POV)
It's been a full week and I haven't seen Joeth. I'm a little worried.
But, I must admit, my mind hasn't been on him as much as I'd like to say.
That boy Hale, he's been talking to me. A lot.
He doesn't say it, but I know that he's trying to get my mind off 'the hunter', or so he calls Joeth.
And its getting to me.
If Joeth doesn't rescue me soon, I might forget about him.
(Joeth's POV)
I can't find a way to meet her again. They surround her like wolves to a cub.
It's annoying.
And that Hale boy, well, quite frankly, he's really pissing me off.
He talks to her, day and night.
Just about nothing and everything.
He likes her, I can tell. And I can tell she's growing fond of him as well.
I need to stop them.
But how?
A voice in the back of my head whispers, a voice I haven't heard in about 2 years.
The very same voice I've been blocking out.
The instinct of a zombie.
Kill it tells me.
My stomach growls.
I'm starving, and have been for as long as I can remember.
My teeth grow sharper and longer, and my nails grow stronger, eyes hungry, preparing myself self-consciously.
There's no use fighting it now.
The only question now is, when?
(Violet's POV)
We walk, every so often one of them will send off a bullet or two, killing a common infected. We haven't come into contact with any special infected. They think its good luck, but I think its suspicious. Usually there's at least one smoker or spitter, or something. I begin to wonder if Joeth has scared them all away. My imagination then takes me into day dream where Joeth kills all the zombies infecting the world, and the world goes back to normal before they came.
A roar breaks my day dream, and snaps me back into reality, where zombies roam free.
"Tank!" the other boy-Seth- yells as a huge, muscular zombie comes crashing from under the bridge we stand in front of, throwing cars, trucks, concrete, and anything else it can grab.
It rampages through the group, breaking us apart. But, I can tell by the way it looks around, it doesn't want all of us, it only wants one.
Its wild, beady eyes come to rest on one of us.
Hale.
(Joeth's POV)
Go. I tell the tank as it looks at me hungrily. It gives out a roar and runs from under the broken freeway bridge I stand on. As I crawl over to the other side, it starts throwing cars and chunks of concrete at the group.
I've told it that if he touches Violet, I'd kill him. But if he caught the brown haired-boy... well, I wouldn't complain. Well, quite frankly, that boy has really made me mad.
I can sense he likes her, and I fear that with the way she talks to him, she's getting too close to him.
He shall pay. Be patient. The voice in the back of my head tells me.
I smile wider, imagining the things that tank will do to him.
Hit him with a car...
Crush him with blocks of concrete...
Smack him into a wall...
Eat his brains...
My smile turns to one of a mad scientist as I imagine him being slaughtered.
The tank swings a massive arm, knocking him down. He gives a grunt, and just happens to look up.
Right at the bridge.
Directly at me.
All I do is grin as wide as I possibly can, then swirl into a mist, leaving my eyes and mouth there a moment, then taking them with me.
(Violet's POV)
It's dead, finally. My breath clogs my throat as the tank falls heavily to the ground, leaving the Earth shaking for a moment.
"Up there! On the bridge!" Hale yells, his eyes wide.
"What's up there?" the black haired-boy named Seth asks, looking on top of the bridge.
"The hunter with the red eyes and teeth!" Hale says, trying to picture the red eyes and teeth by pulling open his eyes and spreading his mouth.
"Okaaaaaaay..." Rex says, looking at him strangely.
He looks around frantically, and comes to rest on, of course, me.
"It was the one who almost killed you!" He says, pointing at me, and everyone's heads turn towards me. I let my eyes travel over every one of them as they look at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something. I look down and swallow hard.
"I. I..." I stutter, keeping my eyes to the ground. Why would Joeth do such a thing? No. He wouldn't. That's not something he would do. Besides, wouldn't a tank just crush him instead of actually listening to him, wouldn't it?
"Well?" Rex asks impatiently.
I look up. "He wouldn't do that."
"He," Rex hisses. "is a zee. He only cares about your flesh in his mouth."
"No." I tell him boldly. "Joeth wouldn't do that."
"Wait, what'd you call him?" the boy in the hat asks. I've never heard him talk before, and apparently neither did anyone else, judging by the way their heads turn and the surprised looks they give him.
I look at him. "Joeth. Why?"
Under his hat, I sense him turn paler than he already is.
I open my mouth to ask something, but a cry disrupts me. We swivel around to see a hunter land about 10 feet away. It lifts its head up, revealing nothing but blackness.
No red eyes.
No grin.
No Joeth.
It lets out another cry, and dozens, maybe even hundreds of hunter swarm from everywhere. The one a few feet away backs up into the crowd, and another one steps forward. Its hood is also dark, but I sense it smiling from underneath its hood.
"Hello again Violet." it says, and I realize with a shiver who it is.
Ethan.
(Joeth's POV)
Along with causing havoc to the survivors, I've been able to track Ethan and his horde of hunters. And tonight, I happened to hear they were heading to the West side of hunter territory to intercept someone. I didn't hear who they said, but I know that whoever it is, they're in for real trouble, and I need to stop that.
I head west, and arrive in time to see them swarm around. I hide out of their sight in a small alley, if you could call it that. It's just enough room for me to crawl between the two buildings. I cling to each wall with a foot and hand-kinda like a spider- and watch from above. I catch a glimpse of who they're about to attack, and if I could breath in my zombie form, I would've chocked on it.
It's Violet's group.
I hear them talking, and my name gets tossed around. I try to ignore them though, and more on Ethan's group. I'm lucky I did, because I see one jump and land a few feet away. A mere distraction, but I need to be more careful. If that wasn't a distraction, it would've aimed straight for Violet. The distraction is successful, and soon the group of survivors are surrounded by hooded zombies. The distraction steps back, and Ethan steps forward. He speaks, but I don't bother trying to listen; I need to watch him. After a moment, I'm glad I did. From watching him closely, I see him tense up. I do too. When he's ready, I will be too.
He gets lower to the ground.
Showtime.
Sorry for the long break! I know that that break pissed people off, so I probably won't be doing it again any time soon. Anyway, the next chapter should be up soon-ish. I can't really make any promises right now. Well, I hope you enjoyed! R&R!