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I know, as always it has been a long time since the last update. But like you can see, I didn't abandon this fanfiction :)

Well, good news is that I finally finished my studies. So I should have a little bit more time now, but no promises!

And I'm sorry for the short and boring chapter. But I thought it was a good point to end it there. We all love cliffhangers, right? X'D

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Disclaimer: Left 4 Dead isn't mine, but my OCs are

Chapter 17_Out of the frying pan into the fire

The hunter with the brown shirt sniffed the air, while he was looking over the rooftops around them. He couldn't see Dickface anywhere nor smell him nearby. Even so he doubted that they really lost the bigger hunter. Growling lowly to himself he looked down at his pup, who was resting in his arms and was still too quiet for his liking.

Carefully he grabbed the blue hood of Chiara's hoodie and pulled it back slowly. Cappy had to blink a couple of times before he registered what he saw. His little pup seemed to be asleep or she had lost consciousness at some point. Either way her eyes were closed and her small chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

Chiara's father couldn't help the relieved sigh from escaping him. That chase must have been too much for his little girl. At least now she could – while sleeping – have some peace.

He was pulled out of his musings when he heard a loud shriek in the distance. He narrowed his eyes as he turned his head in the direction where the noise came from. What the fuck was that? Was that frigging Dickface or not? He couldn't really tell.

Growling he bit into the material of Chiara's hoodie and leaped to the next rooftop. With a quick glance to the sky he realized that it wouldn't be too long before it would get dark. He had to find some place to sleep safely before it was night. Could he go back to their den where they slept before? It should still be safe. And besides that there was still the backpack with all the food for his pup. It was decided.

While he went into the direction of their den he constantly watched out for any danger. It took some time but soon enough he could see the building in the distance. Fucking finally!

Cappy stopped in his tracks as he caught a whiff of Dickface's scent. Why the hell was that prick here?! And where exactly was the bigger hunter?

Crouching down in order to make himself smaller, the hunter with the brown shirt looked around warily. Did the other hunter follow their scent to their den in search of them? That seemed to be the only logical solution. Sniffing the air again Chiara's father crawled slowly over the rooftop until he reached the edge.

He froze instantly when he saw a beefy hunter exiting their den via the window. That was definitely frigging Dickface. That hunter really got on his nerves. Why couldn't he just leave them the fuck alone?!

It seemed that their den wasn't safe anymore. Before he could have thought about his next course of action, a loud shriek could be heard. Cappy's head snapped up so fast he swore he heard something crack in his neck. A startled yelp left his mouth as he saw Dickface flying through the air directly at them. The smaller hunter hurriedly tried to jump out of the way, but it was too late.

A choked scream left his lips followed by all the air in his lungs as a heavy weight landed on him and nearly crushed him. Wheezing and coughing violently his eyes darted around wildly. Where was his pup?! He whined out of distress as he finally spotted the blue bundle just out of his reach on the rooftop. Good, she didn't seem to be hurt. No thanks to that fucking prick!

He turned his head in the attempt to glare at the bigger hunter, who was sitting with a big amused grin on the smaller one's back – forcing him to lay flat on his stomach. That bastard was heavy! Cappy growled out of frustration and anger, before he pressed his hands and feet on the ground and started to lift himself up – in the fruitless attempt to throw Dickface off.

His only answer was an amused cackle, whereupon the back of his head was grabbed and his face was shortly after pushed hard into the ground. Pain exploded in his face and his vision turned blurry. Fuck! That hurt! He couldn't stop the loud whimper from escaping him.

While he tried to get his bearings again he could feel a big hand petting his head, before the weight on him vanished all of the sudden. Blinking repeatedly the hunter with the brown shirt lifted his head painfully, only to spot a gray-greenish blurry blob advancing to a small blue blob. His pup! Snarling out of fury he jumped clumsily on all fours and tackled the bigger hunter. No one would touch his little girl! Growling and shrieking could be heard as the two hunters clawed at each other, while simultaneously trying to pin the other one down.

"Daddy?!", the sudden frightened voice brought both hunters to a stop. Panting harshly Cappy looked over to his pup, only to see – now that his vision wasn't so blurry anymore – that Chiara had woken up. The little girl was kneeling on all fours, shaking slightly and was watching them with wide panicked eyes. It was obvious that she was scared and confused.

Before Dickface's surprise could wear off, Chiara's father reacted quickly. He swiftly jumped over to Chiara bit into her hoodie and leaped to the next rooftop. He hated it that his little girl had to go through another nerve-wracking chase. But it couldn't be helped.

"D-Daddy?! What's… I...", sounded the stammered words. Cappy whined lowly when he heard the faint trembling voice. Fucking Dickface! That was all his damn fault!

Chancing a quick look back he spotted the bigger hunter hot on their trail. Damn it all.

At this point it had gotten dark and only the moon and some stars gave off some light. He had to loose Dickface somehow before others of his brethren showed up or even other infected. Growling out of frustration he decided that the rooftops probably weren't the best choice for that. It was too easy to spot him out here in the open. He could give the forest a try.

He abruptly changed his direction, whereupon he nearly collided with Dickface. Instead he narrowly flew past the bigger hunter, who startled so badly that Cappy won some precious seconds with that stunt.

He didn't even stop for a second when he saw the first trees of the forest after a while. Without any hesitation he jumped between the trees and landed on the more or less soft forest ground. He ran in a slalom between the trees – hoping that he could loose Dickface that way. If he wouldn't run in a straight line than it should be harder to catch him.

He didn't know how long he had been running through the forest, he just knew that he had to get as far away as possible.

"Is the b-b-bad hunter gone?", his little girl asked so quiet that Cappy nearly didn't hear her at all. Even if he could have answered with words, he didn't have an answer for her question either way. With a low growl he quickly glanced over his shoulder.

But before he could really look where the other hunter was, something caught his hands and caused him to stumble. Chiara's father tumbled ungracefully to the ground when a loud rattling noise sounded at the same time. Confused he groaned quietly and turned his head. Some kind of string had been tied between two trees with some metal objects attached to it. What the hell was that? The longer the hunter with the brown shirt stared at it the more it reminded him of some kind of trap. Or a warning system, when he thought about it. That had to mean something, but he just couldn't remember what that was.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when a loud shriek sounded. Cappy looked up, only to see Dickface in midair once again. Chiara's father tensed up, but before he could have done anything a gunshot could be heard. Not a second later Dickface screamed out of pain and landed on the ground with a dull thud and a splatter of blood.

"Those damn hunters!"

"Did you get it? Is it dead?!"

"Don't know."

Both Cappy and Dickface – who was lying on the ground whimpering out of pain – froze when they heard the voices. You had to be fucking kidding him!

Another deafening gunshot sounded, whereupon Dickface's body jolted violently before it stopped moving altogether.

Cappy stared wide eyed at the fresh corpse in front of him, not quiet believing yet what happened. He was dead. Fucking dead! It wasn't like he would be mourning for that prick, but it happened all so sudden.

"Now it's dead."

"Great! Wait… another hunter!"

Cappy immediately snapped to attention. He had to go. Now!

Just when he was about to leap to a branch of a tree he froze once again as a click sounded just next to his head. Panicked he glanced to the side only to be greeted with a gun to his face – ready to be fired.

Fuck.