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Wolfgang "Wolf" Thompson scrambled alongside the grey alarmed car, pulling out his Magnum and firing behind him. The Hunter chasing him was smiling (if you could say zombies could smile), its red-puffed eyes locked onto its target. The Hunter's hoody's chain jingled as he leapt up into the air.

Wolf was 22 years old, with dark brown hair that reached his shoulders and green eyes. He had a scar across his left cheek. He wore a plain maroon long-sleeved shirt, a white t-shirt stretched over it. He also had denim jeans, black sneakers, and gray hoody, which was unzipped and the hood was put down. He also wore black padded gloves. He was tall, but not as fast as a Hunter. Wolf ran along the street, desperately trying to get away from the Hoody-Freak.

The Hunter pushed Wolf to the ground and started clawing at his shirt.

"God damn it!" yelled Wolf. He reached for his P90, but it was slightly out of reach. If only…

The Hunter ripped his shirt, cutting his skin.

"That was my favorite shirt!" yelled Wolf. He pushed the Hunter off of him, pulling a bent tire iron off the ground, and started beating the Hunter with it. "Nowhere to run now, eh?" laughed Wolf. The Hunter yelped and trying to jump away, but Wolf grabbed his hood.

"Piece of shit." he said, and aimed the Magnum into the back of the Hunter's head. Blam! Pieces of bone and mutated brain splattered across the street in front of the now-dead Hunter.

Wolf gingerly touched the scratch on his chest, looking up. In the distance, he could see shadows dancing on the walls of buildings.

"Oh, crap." he muttered, picking up the tire iron and stuffing the Magnum in his pocket. He latched the iron onto a fire escape ladder and pulled it down to himself. The Horde poured out into the streets, racing after him. Suddenly, he heard a few roars.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit!" Wolf yelled, climbing onto the ladder. With nothing holding it to the ground, the ladder whooshed back up, all the way up to the roof. When it reached the top, the ladder stopped with a jolt, throwing Wolf through the air.

"Aaugh!" Wolf yelled as he slammed into an air duct, and a loud crack was heard. Wolf peered down over the ledge. The Tank he had heard was throwing members of the Horde left and right, trying to reach him. Wolf fired at him with his P90, sometimes missing the Tank entirely and killing members of the Horde instead.

In the distance, Ken, Austin, and Tallie heard the fire of the P90.

"Jesus." muttered Austin. "There's someone else out there."

Wolf continued to fire at the Tank when, suddenly, he shot the gas tank of the car he had hidden behind while being attacked by the Hunter. The car exploded, flinging Infected through the air, and driving a large metal shard into the Tank's back. He growled an earthly roar, and fell on top of several Infected, crushing them underneath him. The Tank was dead.

Down of the street below, Cliff Compton was startled by the sudden death of the Tank. He was fending off Infected with a broken baseball bat, barely keeping himself alive. He had watched Wolf zoom up the fire escape, and then kill the Tank single-handedly.

Cliff had never thought he would see another person alive again. He had been pushed out of a window during the initial infection while he had been in his bed-clothes, and had never found another set of clothes since. He wore a big black t-shirt, plaid pyjama pants, and a pair of sandals. He had found the baseball bat in his backyard and it had ended up breaking when a Smoker had pulled him off of a rooftop onto this street, but he had killed it by breaking the bat against its ugly face.

Cliff was Portuguese, and had short, dark, and wavy hair. He had dark skin and weighed 120 pounds. He hadn't eaten in a day or two. He had begun to develop arthritis in his left knee when the infection had started, and his beard was overgrown from the lack of shaving. Cliff was 32 years old.

Up on the roof, Wolf threw a newly made Molotov from his perch. It hit the roof of the blown-up car, and then Wolf spotted Cliff. The man looked old, but he was fending off the Infected pretty well. Wolf ran over to the fire escape and started climbing down the broken stairs.

Cliff was still beating the crap out of the Horde members when he noticed Wolf climbing down the fire escape. That split-second when he was distracted, something took its turn. The next second Cliff felt himself being lifted clear off the ground. And as he looked up he noticed the small head and beaten features of the Charger.

The Charger plowed through the Infected, slamming Cliff into a wall. Cliff heard a crack as his arm was crushed against the ground. The Charger picked him up and slammed him into the ground once again.

"Jesus, freakin' asshole!" yelled Cliff as the Charger pummeled him into the ground. Suddenly, the Charger left go of Cliff, and looked down on him. It raised its huge, battered arm, and then…splat! The Charger's small head exploded, blood and bone splattering against the wall where the Charger had rammed Cliff. Cliff managed to look up.

Austin and Ken charged into the Horde, Ken with two automatic pistols and Austin with a crow bar and what looked suspiciously like a bag full of grenades slung over his shoulder. In reality, this bag was filled with spare pistols and a chrome shotgun.

Austin swung the crow bar left and right, giving Infected moderately sized dents in their heads. Ken ran over to Cliff, helping him up.

"You okay?" she asked.

"I don't know." muttered Cliff. His shoulder and arm throbbed with pain where the Charger had crushed him. Ken threw him a pistol, while he thought 'I don't know how to use this.'

More Infected died as Ken and Austin assaulted them left and right, and them Wolf jumped off the fire escape and entered the fight.

It was now Ken, Austin, Cliff, and Wolf against the Horde. Tallie was hidden in the shadows, clutching a small pocketknife, waiting for the others to get rid of the Horde. But the other four were being overwhelmed. Just then, a loud war horn was heard.

The owner of this horn was Max Abernathy. His sister, Mila Abernathy, smacked him on the arm.

"Cut it out!" she said, and then rushed forward to help Ken, Austin, Cliff, and Wolf. Mila was 22, while Max was 19. They both had matching dark brown eyes. Max had dark brown hair, while Mila had shoulder-length brown hair.

Mila wore a white tank top, with a leather jacket over it. She wore dark blue jeans, tucked into black boots. She had a scarf wrapped around her neck, and she had a pair of sunglasses in her pocket. Max wore a navy-blue t shirt, with a black hoody over it. He also wore a pair of blue jeans and black boots.

Max waved his shotgun around, wildly firing and trying to act like the action hero. Mila, on the other hand, was carefully aiming her shots from her Uzis, splattering Infected brains all over the streets. Soon, with the help of Max and Mila, the Horde dissipated The threat was gone.

"Ok, first things first." said Mila. "Who are you?"

"I'm Austin, and this is Ken and Tallie." said Austin, indicated Tallie hiding in the shadows. "Who are you?"

"I'm Wolf."

"Cliff."

"And I'm Mila, and this is my immature brother Max."

"Hey!" Mila elbowed her brother in the ribs. "Anybody get bitten?" asked Mila. Wolf glanced at the cut in his shirt and skin.

"No." he muttered. "Why?"

"Apparently, the Green Flu can be contagious. Only certain people are immune, like my brother and I. Some are carriers: people who can be mildly affected by the Green Flu, but all they really do is carry the virus to someone else. And then there are people who are neither – the people who are already Infected or people just waiting to get bitten."

"Never heard that theory before." muttered Austin. "Anybody here have an actual base of operations? Tallie, Ken, and I have a small safe room, but it's not big enough for seven people."

"I've been hiding out among the streets." said Cliff.

"Same with me." said Wolf.

"Well, we have a whole building we have barricaded against the Infected. I suggest we go there now." said Max. Wolf nodded, and Mila and Max motioned for them to follow. Austin, Tallie, and Ken looked at each other, and then reluctantly followed Wolf, Mila, and Max. Cliff, with nothing else to do and in need of a new weapon, decided to follow the group to the hideout of the Abernathy's.

Author's Note: So now Max, Mila, Wolf, and Cliff have joined the fray. The next chapter will be all about the barricaded building and one last survivor, who will be the last of the eight beginning major characters. Around five chapters from now (or so), the last four will join the story. This next whole part of the story will center around the Abernathy's hideout, and then something will happen that will cause them to move. I have a feeling this story will go on for a while, but I can tell you this: in the end, not everybody will survive. Til' next chapter! See you soon!