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Chapter 2: Karma's a Bitch

"Where do we go from here?"

Those were Zoey's and the Hunter's exact thoughts as they stared at each other awkwardly. Zoey was contemplating on whether she should just blow the Hunter away and feel guilty after she reunited with her companions or just quickly make her escape while he was injured, while the Hunter on the other hand was having similar thoughts, but perhaps not so violent ones. The first one in his mind consisted of "I have to get the fuck out of here!"

There was nothing standing between her pistols and the area between his eyes. It could be over in a second and Zoey realized this as she easily raised her pistol to end it. A shout from above broke her concentration and made her almost jump out of her skin.

"ZOEY ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" Francis' big mouth yelled from on top of the apartment building. Zoey's eyes hardened as she glared up at Francis, but slightly smiled in relief.

"Not if you don't shut your big damn mouth…" She muttered under her breath and then replied with a shout of yes and yelling that she would make her own way up. She didn't want to be a burden to them and make them put their lives in anymore danger than they already had.

It wouldn't be the first time they had protected her over themselves and been injured because of it. Sure it made her mad when Francis said it was because women couldn't protect themselves, but she knew he was lying and what he really meant was because they had become a family. Being in a zombie apocalypse with people for two weeks after watching so many die will do that to you. Even though she told herself not to get attached, sometimes you just need friends to be there for you and have your back. That's why the Hunter had to go. He may have saved her life, but he was a threat to her friend's safety and just another one of those damn monsters.

Her determined blue eyes shifted back to look at the Hunter only to spot asphalt. Her heartbeat became erratic as she looked frantically around for any sign of him…."Wait him? I mean it…." She tried to refocus her thoughts on finding him and it didn't take long for her to see his foot sticking out from behind a trashcan. Leaving was the best option at the moment, but something was drawing her to him.

"Damn it Zoey, IT not HIM…never get attached…" Rounding the trashcan with her pistol ready she turned only to be met with a lone VAN shoe and a trash bag. A sharp growl in the quite night broke her from her thoughts. She wheeled around just in time to have the Hunter's body collide with hers and knock her ruthlessly down on the concrete.

"That hoodie wearin' ass tricked me." She thought as she took a moment to absorb the situation.

The struggle began from there as her eyes snapped open at the impact and she thrashed violently trying to find a way of escape. The pressure on her pinned arms slightly increased and she finally noticed the Hunter wasn't straddling her he was laying on her. Forming the connection in her mind her foot swung out and slammed into the Hunter's right leg without regret.

The pressure on her wrists grew so great to the point where she could barely stand to swallow the cry of pain. The Hunter on top of her let out a yelp followed by a snarl that made her wish she hadn't kicked him.

She could see his blood-red eyes close and hear a whimper as she slammed her foot into his leg again, but it didn't last long before the claws of his left hand were pressed against her neck, itching to tear into her flesh.

Finally she let her body relax and she accepted what was about to happen…hell she was surprised she survived as long as she had. A moment passed and she felt the claws graze her neck and retreat followed by the other hand gripping her wrist and the weight of him pressing against her.

She didn't hesitate to bring the pistol up and crack it against the Hunter's skull, whose body immediately went limp and fell heavily on top of her and she felt her head collide roughly with the concrete and everything went black…

"Karma's a bitch…" was her last thought.

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