(Well, here we are, chapter three, where there is a change of POV. I hope this isn't too confusing, but this will be changing sometimes.
Also, there will be irony. * nodnod * )
Chapter 3
(Hunter's point of view.)
I crawled around the Library, exploring. So many of the books were gone...quite a shame, really. So many wonderful books had been there, before this whole thing started.
Oh yea, that whole 'Green Flu' thing. Was rather horrible, really, that whole thing. Painful too.
Of course, was even worse for the ones who -remembered- it. Like me.
I lept around the room, jumping off of the walls silently. I knew there was a group of people here, and the last thing I wanted to do was piss them off. Didn't want to die. Not as...this, thing.
Splut.
I turned, landing near the window between the first and second floors. I tried to see what was going on, before something struck the glass again.
Splut.
"Smoker tongue..." I mumbled, jumping off, climbing down the elevator shaft. I got into the parking lot, looking around. The wonderful dark...
I soon heard a growl nearby. I knew the sound. The sound of a jumping one. One that shared my namesake. A Hunter.
I spun around, growling myself. The Hunter in front of me was larger then me, I could tell that right away. This wasn't going to be fun.
We paced around, in a circle, each waiting for the other to attack. I knew how this would go: one attacking the other, until one, or both, died. Suddenly, breaking me from my thoughts, he dove at me. I dodged, before jumping up, pushing off of the wall, before tackling him to the ground. I clawed at him, my brain overwriting what I wanted to do.
Destroy...threatened...kill, kill, kill!
I ripped my attacker apart, not able to stop until I was sure he wasn't moving. But it wasn't like he had gone down without a fight, I got pretty scratched up myself. Hearing steps nearby, I quickly jumped to an overhang in the shadows, crouching down to avoid being seen. It was a group of three, I could see through the darkness, two females, and a male. The smaller female tripped over the body of the no longer struggling Hunter, and it let out a yelp of pain.
She tensed, nervously calling, "Pouncer!"
The male quickly ran over, ending it's misery with a bullet to the head. He looked around. "Never seen one ripped apart like that before."
I smirked slightly, shaking blood from my claws. He'd never seen me. I felt like I could have taken him on, taken the three on, but there was something in the back of my mind that kept me from attacking them.
I remembered when I was still human.
Shaking my head, my hood still firmly in it's place, I jumped down the asphalt. Eventually, I ended up coming out of the Library, only to hear and feel the one thing I wanted less then the sound and feel of bullets.
Splut.
(Tea's POV)
I let out a breath as the Pouncer was killed. That would have been the second time that I had been attacked, except it was completely mauled up...
"Let's get out of here..." Emmy said, as we walked out, sadly not having found a car that would start. Suddenly, I saw something I never expected to see: A Pouncer, stuck in the tongue of another Infected.
"Smoker fighting a Hunter!" James said, seeming amazed.
The Pouncer, as I continue to call it, was jumping around on the Library walls, trying to escape the tongue. It seemed to be making high pitched calls, and the 'Smoker' responded in kind. Eventually, the Pouncer gave up trying to get away, and tackled the Smoker, starting to rip it apart.
"One less zombie we'll have to kill." He said, walking on again.
I glared at him. "Infected."
"What?"
"Infected, not zombies." I continued to glare.
"Whatever." He said, looking down the road. "Let's just get to that used car shop before that Hunter-"
"Pouncer." I said.
"- decides one of us might be a good snack." He continued, Emmy keeping pace with his walking.
I went a bit slower, looking at where the Pouncer had killed the Smoker. He was watching as we left, a somewhat disgusted look on his face, as he jumped into the shadows.
Stupid James, so disrespectful to the poor Infected.
