Has it really almost been two years since I have updated this story? Wow. Sorry about that. Life gets busy when you have to work. -_- Well I don't want to keep you waiting.

Disclaimer: Left 4 Dead isn't mine.

Chapter 7: Crash Landing

Hunter's POV:

TAP. TAP. TAPTAPTAPTAP.

The Hunter's head was pounding and that excessive noise was driving him insane. The will to open his eyes though, or let out a growl, wasn't strong enough to make him actually do it. All he wanted to do was sleep and never wake up.

TAP. TAP.

Oh so slowly he slivered open an eye and turned his head toward the source of the noise. It took a moment for his vision to clear, when it did however he saw a figure sitting a few feet away, leaning against the wall.

The storm looked as if it had cleared, or he had been knocked out for longer then he thought. Soft moonlight was shining through the barred window onto the young woman's face. He felt his heart slow as she let out a sigh. Blue eyes were sparkling against the light and her pink lips parted to give yet another sigh. Letting her head fall back against the wall and eyes close allowed him a gaze at her slim neck, which he suddenly had the urge to lick. Her hair, which had previously been pulled up, was now thrown down in soft waves that brushed the tops of her breasts. The red jacket had been removed and a black tank top was now adorned.

Taking a moment to gaze at her ghostly face in the moonlight his eyes eventually traveled down to gaze at her ample breasts and flat stomach. His eyes trailed further to where her slim legs were out in front of her with her knees bent level to her breasts. Her small hand held a Beretta pistol whose handle was being tapped on the concrete floor.

After a few minutes of staring he noticed the tapping had ceased and her whole body was relaxed. With eyes struggling to stay open her head started to dip forward and she let out a soft moan. The sound traveled straight to his loins and he felt his breath get shorter. He immediately let out a growl and startled Zoey awake. She didn't hesitate as her eyes snapped open and her pistol was leveled to his head.

Snapping his mouth shut he quickly forced his mind off the sound and focused on her. He couldn't help the smirk that found its way to his lips at her unwillingness to trust him. Deciding it was time to make his escape he moved to push himself up. What he wasn't expecting was to find his torso and arms restricted by a fire hose that was wrapped around him and the bed.

A snarl ripped from his throat as he thrust his body upwards against the bonds, to no avail. The Hunter snapped his head toward Zoey and another growl escaped his lips. She only smiled at him and blinked her eyes innocently. His claws dug deeply into the comforter as he pulled and strained against the bonds. A laugh cut off his struggle and once again he found his eyes locked on hers.

"You know, you're kind of cute when you're mad." Zoey said as she continued to laugh at him.

He felt his face slightly heat and couldn't be more grateful for the hood concealing his blush. Finally deciding to accept his fate he relaxed against the bed and just continued to stare at Zoey.

Taking note of his sudden silence, Zoey turned her head toward him once again with a frown. "Stop staring at me. It's weird." Her glare only grew as a cheeky smile spread across his face and his eyes stayed focused on hers.

The irritation was quick to make itself apparent in her and she quickly moved to her feet and came toward the bed he was resting on. The smile on his face continued to widen as she drew nearer. Finally coming to an abrupt halt right next to the side of the bed, her eyes burned holes in him.

She started to lean closer to him. Her head dipped forward, followed by her body until her lips were hovering inches from his. The cockiness that was felt earlier vanished and he felt himself swallow hard.

The moment was shattered though by a screech from outside the door. The Hunter's head snapped to the side to stare at the door and he let out a feral growl, his eyes immediately shifting to a deep red.

Zoey too had turned to face the door and held her pistol up and ready. Another growl found its way through the door and bounced around the room. A scrapping was heard as claws were drug down the metal...

Zoey's POV:

It felt like a millennium before she felt solid ground beneath her. Quickly her body was tumbled forward in a roll as she struck the ground with her legs. After rolling over herself twice she came to a halt lying on her back. The pain in her legs quickly became apparent and she sucked in a sharp breath as the feeling spread to her back.

Rain was continuing to pour down and she felt a small pool of water around her. Her face was being beat too hard by the rain for her to open her eyes. But after a few minutes of lying there she began to hear shuffling footsteps around her and she felt her whole body tense.

Gathering her wits she slowly began to test each of her limbs, starting at her feet. When everything seemed to be working properly she stiffly rose, ignoring the throbbing in her feet and calves. As soon as she rose however she felt a sharp pain in her ankle. Taking another step she realized it had to be sprained, but it wasn't bad enough to stop her from walking. With a limping step she turned to look around.

Compared to how the rain was coming down earlier it had lightened considerably, but not enough to keep her from getting drenched. The air was brutally cold and each raindrop left a stinging sensation on her face.

Two streetlights were set up near her and taking a survey of the area she realized that she had fallen on the outside of the airport facing the main road. The gates on each side of the building restricted her from re-entering unless she walked all the way back around, which wasn't going to happen.

Looking back up to the airport building, she realized that she had fallen almost three stories. It was hazy through the rain, but she saw something moving in the window. Shielding her eyes from the water with her arm, she could make out a distinct white pupil staring directly at her.

A drumming in her heart started and she felt cold adrenaline seep into her limbs. Just as soon as she had seen the creature, it was gone. Taking a step forward she felt her foot slide on something. Reaching down her hands wrapped around a familiar grip and her eyebrows rose as she stared at her familiar Beretta.

"How the heck did this get down here?" The last time she had remembered having her gun is when the Hunter grabbed her. How wet it was right now she wasn't sure it would be able to fire and she only had a few bullets in her extra clip anyways. She did realize though it was important to start moving. Even though the rain was helping to cover her scent she knew that the more elite infected wouldn't be fooled. Plus that creature that had been up in the building had disappeared and she had a feeling it was making its way down to where she was. Just about to make her leave she checked herself one more time and realized she had lost her extra clip during the fall.

"Damn it. Where the hell is that thing?" The rain was making it almost impossible to see and the amount of water on the grass made it almost impossible to find. Her eyes soon focused on a lump a few feet away. Sloshing through the water that was starting to get deeper, and ignoring the added pain in her ankle, she came closer to the form. It didn't even take her a second to realize that it was him. She had almost completely forgotten about him.

The first thing she noticed was that his face was starting to slip off the arm it was resting on and into the water. She still couldn't see the upper part of his face and all she could make out now was his mouth and chin. Ignoring what had happened earlier between them she reached out and flipped his whole body so that he was now resting on his back.

A whine was brought forward from his lips as the back of his head touched the ground. Startling her she immediately reached out to comfort him and elevate his head. The water was to point now that it was level with his chest and she knew that they had to move and get inside. The only dilemma being that she didn't think she was strong enough to drag him, especially with her bad ankle.

Grabbing underneath his arms from behind and placing them on the nook of her elbow, she started to heave him across the grass. Holding back a cry from the pressure being put on her ankle she continued to tug and pull. A bang from the airport building made her fall on her ass and the Hunter halfway fall on top of her. The light connected to the building gave her access to see a dent had been placed in the door and another bang brought another dent.

With widening eyes she scrambled to her feet and began to drag the Hunter faster than before. Turning her head around toward where she was headed, she saw a sight that made her want to jump for joy. Right across the stretch of road was a clear, orange, spray-painted sign that identified the pharmacy as a safe house.

It was a small building that looked as if it had been family owned, judging by the "Everett" in front of the word pharmacy. By the tag on the front, and the heavily steel barred door she guessed that the safe house entrance was around the back.

Another loud bang snapped her back to reality and she drug the Hunter onto the road. The road not being flooded, but slick, made it easier for her to pull him and in no time she found herself beside the building. After a struggle to get him over the ridiculously, elevated curb she was soon met by the familiar red, steel door.

Resting him against the concrete wall she pushed the door open and quickly checked the small room and bathroom for any infected. Finding none she made her way back outside and pulled him completely in the room. Only when she got a chance to look at the room did she realize that this must've been a back bedroom of the pharmacy for whoever worked here to sleep. The door that led to the actual pharmacy was bordered up. The most important thing she noticed though was that there was no steel bar for the door, which made this 'safe' house, not so safe.

Walking back outside into the rain she saw a fire hose holder across by the other building. Limping over to it, she opened it and grabbed the hose inside and pulled the small pocket knife she carried out, to cut it out. Heaving it on her shoulder she headed back inside the room and chunked it on the floor. Seeing a dresser in the corner of the room she struggled to push it in front of the door, but finally managed to get it secure.

Turning her attention back to the Hunter lying on the floor she walked toward him and pulled him to a sitting position. The bed on the opposite side of the room would serve as a good place to secure him. After dropping him on the floor once and earning a pained cry from him, she finally managed to get him on the bed. Picking the pillow up that had fallen beside the wall; she gently placed it under his head, so as not to hurt him further.

Grabbing the hose, she began to use it as a rope to connect him to the bed. Using the nozzle to help tie it off she pulled until it was snug around him and sure to hold him down. With heavy feet she made her way over toward the wall by the door and threw her soaking jacket on the dresser. She pulled the ponytail out and did her best to comb through the knots with her fingers.

"I sure hope it stops raining soon…"

A slam against the safe house door caused the dresser that had been placed there to budge and slide a little ways across the floor. Zoey was trying to concentrate on what was about to come through the door, but she was having a hard time ignoring the struggling Hunter behind her. Turning her head toward him, she saw him desperately fighting the hose and trying to get free.

Whatever was coming through the door she knew the three bullets she found in the safe house was not going to be enough to kill it. It would have been nice if she would have been able to find that extra clip. Making up her mind she turned toward the bed and began to pull at the knot in the hose.

The Hunter noticing her actions stopped struggling and instead watched her. Her hands were shaking from adrenaline and the knot wouldn't budge. Another slam and the dresser slid more away from the door. An opening big enough for an arm to fit through was now visible. The Hunter gave out a sharp whine to tell her to hurry up.

The dresser and door were suddenly shoved completely out of the way and a figure stood crouched at the entrance growling. The Hunter couldn't help the snarl that tore from his lips at seeing another of his kind.

Zoey pulled the last part of the knot out just as the infected hunter pounced at her. Still wrapped in the hose he could do nothing as the other hunter grabbed a hold of Zoey's ankle and pulled her away from the bed. Not expecting the sudden tug, her face hit the hard floor and she felt herself get light-headed. As the Hunter drug her backwards she cried out from the wrenching on her injured ankle and let out a partial scream as he used her ankle to flip her on her back. With her head still swimming she tried desperately to kick her legs out and connect with the feral hunter, but in a matter of seconds his whole body was on her. She felt sick as saliva dripped from his mouth and fell to her face, the smell of rotten meat was almost unbearable and her eyes watered.

The whole time this was occurring her Hunter was trying desperately to work his way out of the hose. With one final shift of his body his arm came free and he wasted no time in dragging his claws across the rest of the hose. Her scream brought his attention away from the hose and he watched as the other hunter brought his claws down and shredded the front of her shirt. As his hand came up for another attack he was suddenly tackled off of Zoey and slammed to the ground.

Struggling to sit up she watched as the two hunters' tore at each other. One thing she did notice was that this other hunter was a lot larger than her Hunter. She paused at the use of her, but didn't dwell on it long. The thought of her Hunter losing terrified her, not just because she would die too, but for some reason she wanted him to be safe.

With a punch to the stomach, her Hunter grabbed the other one's hair through his hood and pulled his head back. His own head flew forward and his teeth sunk deeply into its neck. With a savage yank the whole jugular vein was severed and blood went spewing out of its neck. The hunter jerked and convulsed as the blood left his body. Using the hoodie to block the spray of blood Zoey's Hunter drug the body to the door and outside into the rain. Pulling it across the alley he dumped it by some trash cans and made his way back inside.

Closing the door and pushing the dresser back in place he turned his head and met the sight of the wide eyed woman sitting on the floor. Zoey was staring at the blood spot on the floor. Her whole body was limp and her breasts were hanging out of the tattered tank top. A black lace bra hid most of them, but her cleavage was clearly visible and the dip and contours of each breast. Her stomach had four deep red marks on them that looked like they were just on the top of the skin.

He began to make his way toward her and her eyes snapped up to meet his. He halted his movements nervous that she might shoot at him with the gun gripped in her hand. When she made no movement to do anything he started his way toward her again. By the time he reached her, her whole body was shaking and he could see the goose bumps on her skin. Her lip began to quiver as he reached his clawed hand out to touch her cheek. A tear fell from her eye and as his thumb stroked across her cheek to wipe it, she broke down.

Zoey fell against him and buried her head into his wet hoodie. Her body heaved with the release of her tears and she held on to him like her life depended on it. His eyes widened at her sudden nearness and he felt his arms unconsciously wrap around her body to console her. He rested back on his haunches and pulled her on his lap and off the hard floor.

He couldn't blame her for crying. She had tried to kill herself and almost been killed four times in one day. His heart ached at the sounds leaving her. With soft growls and whimpers he attempted to comfort her. After about ten minutes though her sounds began to subside and soon all was silent. Her body was limp against him and he realized that she must have finally given into exhaustion.

With gentle movements and being as quiet as possible he shifted her body and picked her up bridal style. Making his way over to the bed he placed her softly down on it. Using his claws he finished cutting away the shredded shirt and pulled the blanket over her. He felt his throat burn with hunger, but he ignored it shaking his head. Grabbing the bottom of his hoodie he pulled it over his head and hung it over the bathroom door. Walking back over to the bed he slid in beside her placing her in between him and the wall. He didn't want to intrude on her too much so he resigned himself to staying on the outside of the covers, but that didn't stop him from pulling her against him and burying his face into the back off her neck so he could devour her scent.

Feeling her shift even closer to him, he gave a soft growl and soon his own body relaxed and he fell into a deep sleep that he hadn't had in months.

I like getting ideas from other games. The "Everett Pharmacy" of course comes from "The Walking Dead: Season One" and the fire hose idea came from Fallout 3 and New Vegas. I'm glad I finally got this chapter uploaded. Thank you so much for your patients and continued support. I can't say when I'll update again, but hopefully it will be soon. :)