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Luckily, my aim is good and I hit right on target. The Hunter who thought it was a good idea to try to sneak up on us falls to the ground. I take a deep breath and look at Joel. His eyes have changed from terrified to relieved. "We'll talk later. First, help me take down these guys," Joel tells me. I would object, but I know better. I will not waste my time whining while Hunters surround us.

We sneak outside, but shots rain down on us anyways. Roughly five hunters I know of hide withing the woodwork, peeking out only every once and a while to fire a shot. Three protect the house with a sniper raining a well aimed shot every time we poke our heads up. There are quite a few cars and cement half-walls to protect us from the bullets. I see a house up ahead. If I can shoot down the Hunter hiding beside it, I can maybe make it to the house.

"Shoot down the Hunter by the yellow house to our right. I'll sprint over and go from behind. I will take down as many as I can. I am sure there are more back there," I say.

"And I'll go to the left. Take down the Hunters on that side," he tells me. "I'll throw a smoke bomb up by the three Hunters guarding the house. When you hear its clank, run towards them. They won't waste the ammo shooting in every which direction. Run straight through. Try to avoid a fight. Get behind the house and safe." I nod and wait for him to shoot the Hunter to our right. He does on the first shot. He gets up and runs to the left. This is my chance.

I charge to the little yellow house, and slide beside its wall before the bullets hit me. Two voices and a guard watching for any signs of somebody. The Hunters talk in quick, hushed whispers. There are way more than I saw previously. I wouldn't be surprised if more are inside the houses. I slide along the wall. As I hear the guard approaching, I fumble for my knife. When the guard turns to look down my alleyway, I grab him by the neck and stab him in the neck. I fit him into the shadows the yellow house creates.

I clasp my mouth, trying to quiet my heavy breathing. I stick my knife in my pocket and glance around the corner. Two Hunters stand sideways, too preoccupied by their chatter to know their friend is gone. If I can just shoot them down before they notice...I step on a twig.

I gasp. "Shit."

I put my back against the house. "Did you hear that?" one asks.

"Jimmy, Ray, come over here! We think we heard something," another says. Shit, now there are four. "Greg, Ray, head that way. Jimmy and I will check that way." The search is on. I try to steady my hands, but their scared faces keep flashing before my eyes.

A long shadow stretches across the grass in front of me. I hold my breath and prepare to shoot. Two of the guys walk past me. I am my gun and shoot at one. Perfect shot. The other one spins, his gun raise. I clench my teeth and shoot. I hit him in the the leg. He falls against the fence. I shoot him again. This time the arm. I growl and shoot. The shot hits him in the chest. Finally he falls to the ground.

The other two Hunters yell at each other. Saying that Greg and Ray are dead, that they should go and find who did it. They seem to know a lot about Joel, but not in the way he was several years ago. They act as if he has been destroying every Hunter that gets in his way. Why would Joel destroy Hunters? He wouldn't massacre his fellow murderers. He may be cold and insane, but he is extremely loyal, somewhere deep inside, he is the most loyal psychopath I have ever met.

I peek out and see the other two Hunters. I bring my head back quickly, taking a deep breath. I reload and jump out. I shoot one in the groin. I slide on my knees and bring my head back to avoid the other one's bullets. I jump up and shoot him in the head before he can fire another shot.

The other man sits on the ground, sobbing so hard, it is silent. I grab him by the throat. "Who is Joel?" I ask. He sobs. I pull out my knife and set it against his fingers. "Tell me."

"He...he is crazy. He killed hundreds of us with his insane little girl. Nobody survives and encounter with him," he gurgles. "I don't know anything else, I swear." I shoot him in the head. He falls limp against the fence. I get into a crouch. Tears fall down my face. I don't know why I cry about killing such horrible people, but it hurts to know I took away so many lives. It was the right thing. I have saved many innocent people by killing these bastards. Still my stomach hurts because inside I know I am doing this to help Joel. Why am I helping him?

After clearing out the last two Hunters on my side, I crouch down beside one of the cement slabs. Many shots echo through the air. Finally, Joel slides behind a car. He glances around. We make eye contact. He reaches for an object in his backpack. He throws it.

I should not trust this man. This could be a bomb. I mean, who would want some kid coming in and ruining this new life? Joel must be trying to start again and I could ruin it all. I could tell all of his friends who he really is. They probably won't believe me, but from then on they would have that seed of doubt. They would start asking questions.

Smoke bombs don't last too long, so I know that if it is a smoke bomb, I have to move now. I jump up and run forward. It explodes. Clouds of smoke expand. I run through it and grasp my knife. I swing it around, slashing a few people. I charge to the end of the alleyway to find a Hunter waiting at the end. She shoots, hitting me in the arm. I bite my lip and throw my knife. I drop to the ground, her bullets missing me just barely.

I crawl towards my knife. The cuts through my mud caked, blood splattered shirt easily. I cut off the sleeve. Shooting infests my ears but I ignore it. Trusting Joel (something I never, ever believed I would think) to take care of the three Hunters. I cut off a strip of my shirt and tie it around the bloody wound. The wound isn't too bad. I'll get the bullet out and bind it better later. This will have to do for now.

Joel comes down the alley way, his expression tired and bored. Blood decorates his clothes and face. "Ready?" he asks.

"I guess so," I answer. He reaches out his hand to help me up. I push myself off the ground, although it burns like hell. Joel leads me to the side door. We sneak in. Only one Hunter inside and Joel takes him down silently, strangling him like a pro. We push on to the upstairs where another Hunter hides. I stab him quickly and quietly. I feel Joel's eyes on me as I lead through the house. He should be looking for Hunters but he watches me instead.

I open a door. A body springs against me and pushes me against a hard wall. It's a nice place, other than the random attacks. I try to squirm out of his grip. The man is too strong. Joel pulls him away from me easily and slams his head against the wall. I refrain from gasping. I clench my fists. The room is empty other than the sniper rifle pointing out a huge, open window. Joel goes immediately to it, not a hesitation after he kills the Hunter.

He starts firing again, reloading over and over. "More of 'em," he grunts. "Get into my bag and pull out the ball with nails comin' out of it." I do so. I toss it in my hand. He keeps shooting, reloading what seems like an unlimited amount of ammunition.

"What do I do with it?" I ask.

"Throw it at a couple Hunters, but do not hit the kids or the fellow beside 'em," Joel says, reloading and shooting again. I see two Hunters pursuing Joel's friends. I throw the thing slightly in front of them. They continue forward.

The ball with nails...yeah, it's a bomb. It exploded as soon as the Hunters got close to it. They sprayed the walls with their blood and guts. I should be disgusted or scared, but the explosion was pretty intense. A huge tank type vehicle appears. It shoots repeatedly, more Hunters come out. Joel shoots them down within minutes and a crazy thing happens. Another explosion. One of the Hunters holding a flame inducing bottle drops the bottle when he falls to the ground. The bottle explodes. The vehicle is set on fire. The vehicles swerves and speeds into a house, making a huge crashing noise.

Joel smiles as his friends stand up, relieved. I glance towards where I used to reside, longingly. Something is moving. My eyes focus. "Um, Joel," I say. He doesn't listen. I point at the herd. "Over there!"

"Damn it," he hisses. Those things, hundreds of them, begin stumbling down the street. They must of heard the noises. I shouldn't have followed them. I killed people for them and now those things are after me again. My breathing quickens.

The steady click of Joel reloading makes me even more anxious. Cold sweat pours down my face. I lean against the door. Joel keeps shooting. He just keeps shooting. He will probably shoot me, too. I open the door and stumble away from the crazy old man. Accidentally, I run into a body. The girl. She looks a bit younger than me, but I can't help but look at her. She is a relatively pretty with eyes like clovers and a soft face. Freckles dance across her cheeks and nose.

She pulls out her knife with a deep frown. "Where the fuck are you going, mister?"