(I do not 'Left 4 Dead' at all. Tyler and The huntress and any other future character is mine. I am simply using 'Left 4 Dead' as inspiration. I DO NOT OWN LEFT 4 DEAD.)

-Sorry for the late update everyone.-

This time, Tyler couldn't stop dreaming about that damn huntress. It's like she never left his mind, She would be constantly running around his dreams as if she controlled it.

He awoke at a wrong time, The sky was still a dark blue hue. Yet he looked at his watch and saw "5:48 AM" He wiped his eyes, Catching the sight of the huntress' arm latched around him still. She suddenly stuck her face in his, Staring at him before giving a smirk.

She hopped up and nudged him with the front of her shoe. Like a pet that was eager to play with their master. He nodded and said "Alright, Alright. I'm up." She frowned as he stayed laying there, Nudging him more and giving a smile. "Ouch, Alright, Fine! I'm up!" He picked himself up from the ground, Stretching his body and yawning.

"What is it?" He said and looked at her. He saw her run to the corner of the room, Picking up a dark brown dirty teddy bear. It's left eye was popped out but the other was intact.

"Yeah...It's a teddy bear." Tyler said, Looking at her with a bit of confusion. But she seemed to...Show some sort of happy feeling? She hugged the bear and closed her eyes. "She is showing emotion, Not just pure anger. She seems...Happy. Hmph. Well, It's kind of cute." Tyler thought before saying "Err, It's got a tear." He pointed at a tear in the stomach, Some white fluff slightly showing. "A thread and needle ought to solve it." He thought before grabbing his pack.

His stomach growled loudly, Making tyler bend over in slight pain. "Need to eat..." He reminded himself and grabbed a can of peaches from the pack. But he didn't have a knife on him to open it.

He ran down to the kitchen, Only finding a dusty kitchen knife. He cleaned it the best he could, Then stabbed into the can's top with all his might.

The can finally gave way after a couple more stabs, He drank the juice keeping the peaches afloat. He groaned in pleasure and said "Damn...That felt amazing..." He was about to take a bite of a peach when he saw the huntress staring at the peaches.

He didn't think about offering one since...Well they eat flesh and blood. He didn't think they enjoyed canned fruit.

The huntress whined and pointed at the can, Putting her hand out and actually asking for one. "Err...Okay." Tyler said quietly before placing one in the palm of her dirty hand. She stared at the slice of peach before stuffing it into her mouth and chewing it eagerly.

She gave a slight smirk and swallowed it. Okay, Now tyler really felt confused. He scratched his head slightly before handing her another peach and watching as she ate it eagerly. He was about to offer another but she walked away, Staring out the front window.

Tyler finished the can on his own, Smiling with pleasure and sitting atop the dark kitchen counter. The two both stood there in the dark, Tyler sometimes looking at her and looking away as she stared back. They had to get moving, They had to leave the house sometime.

The sun shined upon the pair as they travelled the alleyways of the more rural part of town. "It's already one 'o clock..." Tyler said and leaned against a wall. This was one rule of his he broke "Never rest if you're out and about". Right then, A single infected woman rounded the corner. Not hearing Tyler until she was right next to him. She looked up to see tyler, Screeching but right away cut off by a strike to the face. Tyler grunted as he striked the infected again, Having her stumble back. The huntress watched with a smirk, She liked watching Tyler fight. It showed how...Powerful he was.

Tyler sent a fist into the infected's jaw, Making it stumble to the ground. It was about to stand up when Tyler threw the bottom of his shoe into her face. She wasn't down just yet though.

The infected stood up and charged tyler, Grabbing his shirt and trying to bite him eagerly. "Argh! Get off me bitch!" Tyler shouted and held back the face of the infected.

He threw her back by the shoulder, Only a tiny bit of distance. He quickly thought, Looking around for a moment before feeling her charge him again. He grabbed her by the neck, Sending a fist into her right cheek and making her face a nearby brick wall. He grabbed what was left of her hair, Pulling her back and slamming her head first into the wall. His force made her fall right then and there. He quickly took a breather.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw something shining in the Garbage can. He turned his head and saw a old worn out ice-pick. The wooden handle was broken off, Only leaving the sharp piece of metal. "This could come in handy." Tyler thought and grabbed it. He heard a growl from behind him, Turning and watching as five infected spotted him. "Dear god..." He muttered before hauling ass.

The huntress followed in quick pursuit, She was much quicker and outran Tyler.
He ran out into the street, Only gaining the attention of four more infected. "Fuck! Fuck!" Tyler shouted as he began running through the piled up traffic.

The infected made a mistake, Bumping into each other as they tried to hurry up.
Tyler looked into the distance, Only seeing a deserted stretch of dirt. He quickly drew his pistol, Looking behind him and watching as one infected took a flying leap from the roof of a car.

With deadly accuracy, Tyler aimed high and fired one shot. He felt the feeling of warm blood splatter across his forehead. Hearing the sound of a body hitting the warm cement harshly.

Tyler kept running and feeling his body slow down. He was fatigued and could no longer run in this warm weather. He fell down when a infected woman grabbed his shirt and tossed herself at him.

Tyler saw the huntress in the distance, Almost as if giving him motivation. "Get the fuck off!" He shouted. He had enough, This desicion might be a bad one.

He quickly grabbed his pistol and aimed behind him. He fired a round into the closest infected, Making her fall to the ground. This made the others stumble slightly.

With the help of swift aiming and keeping calm, He had dispatched most before he felt he wasted enough ammo.
Only two male remain. Growling and running at him. He quickly grabbed his icepick from his pack, Feeling one throw it's weight on tyler. Tyler quickly stuck the pick in it's neck, Watching as it's blood gushed out once he yanked it out.

The other approached and with the throw of it's arm it threw the icepick from tyler's sweaty hand. It surrounded it's hands around tyler's neck, Ready to bite into tyler's face.

The huntress appeared out of nowhere, Screeching and tackling the infected. She got the upper-hand, Ripping into it's shirt and beginning to sink her claws into him.

She bit into his neck, Tearing it out and feeling him go limp quickly. Tyler crawled away, Afraid that she had began to turn feral or just enraged. He grabbed his pistol and kept it up high. Watching her movement.

She turned to face him, Blood covering her face and cheeks. "Oh fuck..." Tyler whispered quietly. That could have been him. It looked like it hurt.

The huntress then smiled widely at tyler, Offering her hand and helping him up. "Ah...Thanks?" Tyler said in confusion as he dusted himself off. He quickly grabbed the icepick from one of the deceased infected. Cleaning it off on that same infected's shirt. He took a moment to gather himself and calm down. Everytime he is attacked he always feels as if his heart was going to explode.
"Let's press on." Tyler said quietly. He was feeling saddness overwhelm him lately.

His entire family was gone, His friends are walking corpses. His only companion is a passive infected. Why did this all happen? Tyler tried to wonder why the big man upstairs would do this, But he completely threw that thought out.

Now he had to pass through the rural countryside, Get farther away from the big cities. He needed somewhere to stay for awhile, A place to rest.

While he thought all this he hdn't noticed he was being watched. "Hrm...Fresh meat." The man said but was cut off by a coughing fit.

There is only one time that sounds as sickly as this man does, And it's a type that poses a large threat to our two 'heroes'.