Author's note: Ok people! Chapter 2! I'm so thrilled with the results of Chapter 1! Thanks for the support! The pictures that this chapter is inspired by are Hiro Mashima's famous photo, one by Rboz, HollyRose and one by an unknown artist (I didn't know who it was but they managed to replicate Mashima's style very well)

Chapter 2: The Hunter Becomes The Hunted

Levy woke up the next morning with the blood red beams of the sky peeking through the boarded up window. She immediately got out of her bead and grabbed her hunting clothes. It was hunting day after all, and these were her best clothes. She changed into a black sleeveless turtle neck and light green baggy cargo pants; she walked over to her bathroom with her favorite orange hairband and began to tie it behind her hair. She looked in the mirror and just frowned. She remembered how in the good days she would put this headband on while wearing her favorite orange dress and she would smile. Now things were different, things weren't what they use to be. And she had to be mature and not naive about it. She left her bathroom and grabbed her black combat boots. She laced them on and took the secret tunnel to Fairy Tail.

Jet and Droy were both waiting for her in their hunting attire. Jet, shirtless with cargo pants and ammo slings on him across both sides of his chest, he had sneakers on as well. He was also carrying a baseball bat with a nail in it and a machine gun. Droy was wearing a white undershirt that barley fit his body and military pants with sneakers. He was only carrying a large hammer.

"Guys, why do you have those?" Levy questioned while pointing at the useless weapons "You both know only gun magic works out there."

"We know," said Droy with what looked like a nod.

"But we wanted you to have the better weapons." said Jet. Levy only sighed. She walked over to the weapons rack in the guild (provided by Azlack and Bisca) and chose a few hand guns, ammo, smoke bombs, and that Bazooka Natsu always got during his hunting trips.

Makarov walked over to Shadow Gear and cleared his throat.

"Alright my children," he began "Do you remember the rules?"

Shadow Gear nodded at the Master's question. The rules to hunting a zombie were simple:

1. Never go hunting unescorted, always go with a team.

2. The zombies won't be really 'dead' they'll enter a death like state (which they will be released from when The Cure is made)

3. Stick to the shadows when sneaking up on your prey.

4. Don't wonder off.

5. Return to the guild when you run out of ammo.

6. Always try your best to help a teammate in a sticky situation, if all else fails, blind the zombie temporarily, grab your teammate and head back to the guild. Abandon the mission.

7. If you or a teammate is bitten, abandon the mission and try your best to save yourself or the comrade.

8. KEEP AWAY FROM MAGNOLIA PARK IT'S THE MAIN MEETING SPOT FOR THE ZOMBIES.

These rules were engraved into everyone's skull by now. They said their goodbyes to everyone and left the guildhall. Ammo and weapons out, they began their hunt.

An hour into the hunting trip, they managed to 'kill' ten zombies. Well, Levy took most of them. They were near where a Potion Shop used to be. They were huffing and puffing. They just made their 11th kill for the day.

"This is a lot tougher than I remembered." Droy said while wiping the constant sweat off his forehead.

"These zombies seem a lot tougher than last time." sighed Jet while he slid down the brick wall.

"You're right." Levy said "They do seem to be tougher." she looked around the corner and noticed something, or someone coming this way.

"Guys!" she hissed "Zombie! Hide!" They ran behind a wall hid in the shadows. They watched as a zombie walked by with his arms in the air and hands out claw like, hunched over and laughing and odd laugh "Gihihi". Jet and Droy looked scared, this zombie looked strong.

Levy looked at the zombie intrigued. This one was different from the ones she seen before. This one had long, spiky black hair and tan skin. His eyes were completely red and had sharp teeth. His fingernails were very long and he only wore a ripped jacket and a pair of flimsy pants. He was barefoot as well.

"I know that zombie," whispered Levy "he's a bit of a troublemaker. Not as bad as the bad one but he likes to cause mischief this one." Levy studied him for a moment. Something seemed a little different with this zombie. But she couldn't put her finger on it. She looked right next to her and noticed Jet and Droy were gone. What the hell?! She thought.

"Hey zombie!" screamed Jet. Oh no. Levy thought not again. Jet and Droy went onto the street to face the zombie.

"Time to die!" Droy screamed waving his hammer in the air. The zombie looked at them and a devious smirk went across his face.

"Gihihi." he chuckled. He lunged itself at Jet and Droy and began to attack. Jet shot his machine gun at the zombie and missed miserably. The Zombie then scratched Jet and Droy, forcing them to fall to the ground in pain.

"No!" Levy screamed. She ran over to Jet and Droy and began to shoot at the zombie, the bullets hit, but they were absorbed into his body.

H-He absorbed them?! She thought How is that possible?! Is this from his magic?

"Levy," screamed Jet "run! Get out of here! We'll hold him off as best as we can!"

"No!" screamed Levy "Remember the rules! I can't just leave you here! Were nakama! I can't lea-"

"Levy its survival of the fittest out here!" Droy screamed "You need to get far away from here; He's too strong. He'll kill you or worse…." Levy didn't want to think of the worse. She held back her sobs and nodded her head.

"Gihihi." Laughed the zombie, he began to walk his way closer to Levy. Levy, who was frozen in fear, suddenly got a shock in her legs and began to mindlessly run, run faster than she ever had in her entire life. She needed to get help and fast! Screw the rules; she needed to save Jet and Droy.

When Levy ran down the street, the zombie watched her with a smirk and began to run after her. Jet and Droy, who were lying on the ground, looked dumbfounded.

"What just happened?" Droy questioned.

"I-I think that zombie wants Levy!" Jet screamed. They looked at each other in shock. It was one thing trying to protect Levy or impress her but now she was in real trouble, oh how they wished they never confronted this zombie. Jet and Droy began to help each other get up. (although Jet had some issue with Droy because he was a lot heavier than him) once they were on their feet, they began to run in the direction Levy left in.

Levy was about a mile away by now. Back against a brick wall, breathless and panting. She never ran so fast in her whole life. She needed to get to Fairy Tail and fast. She was praying that that zombie wasn't anywhere near her or any other zombie to be honest. When she finally caught her breath, she let out a weak sob. Jet and Droy were probably gone by now. And what did she do? She just ran. A small voice in the back of her head told her: They wanted you to live Levy, it's a tough world out there and there are sacrifices that need to be made. Shut up. Another voice in her head said. She did her best to hold back the sobs but they were threating to spill out. Until she heard a laugh,

"Gihihi." Oh no. She thought He's nearby. How did he find me?

Levy stood up at that moment, she slowly reached for a weapon when she realized she forgot the bazooka back with Jet and Droy and had used most of her other weapons throughout the day. The only thing she had on her was her handgun and a round of bullets. She held onto her handgun and her eyes moved to the top corner. She put on her best determined face.

I can do this. Levy thought. She looked around the corner and noticed the zombie passing by. She hid her face again and took a deep breath. She needed to stay strong; this was survival of the fittest. She looked around the corner again and noticed the zombie was gone. He must of given up his search. Levy closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. He didn't find her.

"Gihihi." Levy's eyes shot open and her eyes looked around the corner, she could hear the zombie breathing. When she reached into her pocket to load up the gun, the zombie jumped out, scaring her. Levy loaded her gun and began to shoot at the zombie, but received the same effect from before. He absorbed them.

The zombie gave Levy and devious smirk and began to walk closer to her. Levy backed away slowly trying to shoot off the zombie. But he just kept getting closer, (even catching a few bullets in his mouth and eating them) She kept backing away when suddenly, her heel hit a piece of rubble and she fell backwards, hitting her head on a larger piece of rubble.

Levy clutched the back of her head for a moment when the zombie was now on all fours crawling over to her. Levy began to pull her trigger finger when she realized her gun was gone, it slid over to the brick wall near the river. Levy turned herself onto her stomach and began to crawl Military Style over to the gun. The zombie continued to crawl over to her and was gaining on her. If it wasn't for that head wound, Levy would have gotten the gun by now. Soon, the zombie was above Levy.

"Gihihi" the zombie smirked. He began to grab Levy, one hand supporting himself while the other for some reason slid up to one of her breasts. Levy looked down for a moment with a slight tint of pink on her cheeks. Pervert. she thought. She began to reach for the gun but the head wound was starting to takeover.

She could feel the pounding of her head wound ache every five seconds. It was getting worse by the minute. She kept reaching for the gun but it was so far away. Levy's vision began to blur, she was now seeing double. She ignored it; she had to get out of this mess and fast! Her body was starting to feel numb, like she couldn't move it for some reason. Her eyes began to grow heavy but she fought it. Suddenly, the zombie got off of her. Levy was still reaching for the gun when she heard voices.

"Levy!" the voices screamed. She forced her head to turn to her left and spotted Jet and Droy running her way. They were safe, she was safe. Before she could react, she suddenly felt two strong arms pick her up and sling her over its shoulder. The zombie was holding her! She did her best to try to get the zombie to stop but it was no use, she could barely move. She suddenly felt him move, he was running off with her!

"NO LEVY!" Jet screamed. Levy looked up with weary eyes. Her vision was blurred and she soon closed her eyes.

"LEVY!" Droy screamed. She could still hear them scream for her and feel the cold air hitting her back while the zombie ran before entering an unconscious state.