Ahh, The good old zombie love. w

"Shit!!!!" Louis screamed, aiming and shooting more than a dozen infected. The four survivors surrounded the balcony of the boathouse, aiming to shoot at all the infected that came from the trees. It was always countless amounts, coming in such masses it was amazing to the four they ever survived.

"Why is it whenever we're about to get rescued this shit happens? God I hate hordes." Francis spat, shoving back a boomer and shooting barley avoiding the bile.

"Francis is there anything you don't hate?" Zoey commented, her gun connecting with the back of a zombies head. The biker shrugged as he fought off his last zombie.

"I don't hate alcohol and I don't hate Law and Order." The college student stared, "really?" out of everything in the world those are your choices?" She fought off her last infected, joining the rest of the group at the front, Bill still glued to the Gatling gun.

"Looks like we're set and ready guys, we're getting out of here!" Louis hollered a smile crossing everyone's face. "That's good cause I was almost out of ammo." Zoey sighed, wiping her brow of sweat. Fighting zombies was more than tiring; for once she would rather be inside studying for her exams. It was their goal to get out of the city, the state, to get out and away from the infection and they were only half way through. It was bad enough all four had no idea where they were and it was worse to know just how far they had to go.

"So why can't they just take us all out? I mean we're hitching a ride on a boat right? So why not?" Louis sat on the boxes, sliding his leg on top of his other, head resting in his hand. Closing his eyes, he waited for an answer wanting to simply sleep for once. It was a constant battle for sleep and survival, no one getting more than three hours of sleep at one time.

"Because so much of the city is destroyed that parts of it block the waterway. The best thing we can do is keep going." Bill gave the answer, his own eyes threatening to slip close.

The peace was quickly broken, a screeching sound ripping through the air. It was strange to see, one single Hunter, the hooded infected crawling more towards the four with each second. All reached for their guns as it pounced, the infected grabbing hold of Louis and taking him down, clawing and biting at him like he was the sole reason for the others suffering. "Get it off! Get it off!" He chanted, arms flailing hopelessly above him. Attempting to push the thing off would result in the loss of arms and reaching for his gun was impossible. Francis aimed and shot, hitting the Hunter and kicking it off, his boot connecting with the Infected's head and sending it flying into nearby bushes. The loud almost dog like cry left its lips as t landed hard on to the ground. Zoey picked up her gun and darted down the stairs, figuring as they waited she could check out the infected, to see if it was truly dead.

"Zoey, what're you doing!?" Bill shouted, handing his medical pack to Louis. The brunette waved.

"Just checking! Better safe than sorry right?" Pushing past the bushes and trees she came across the Hunter, lying in its own blood. The small pool had formed around its midsection, the bullet having pierced through the soft stomach muscles. They may be undead but that didn't mean impenetrable skin. The hood had fallen ever so slightly, reveal a soft face coated in dried blood, no eyes. The Hunter held no vision which explained to the college student just why the infected shrieked so much. Though it couldn't see it heard, it's face turning towards her a moment before falling back almost seeming to accept what would soon become of it. It let out a soft growl, hiding its face from her view. Zoey held down her gun, feeling almost guilty for wanting to put the infected to death. It seemed to act so human, still very much looked like it. The Hunter always reminded her of that skater kid one saw on the streets, or the random dark guy who sat across from her in school. She had never thought of showing any mercy until her eyes met with the bloodied form of the Hunter.

"Zoey!" Bill called.

"Be there!" She shouted back, her eyes never once leaving the other. What could be done? The Hunter lay dying, it's breath slowing with each minute and it wasn't like she could just waltz back claiming innocence of the infected, that would pass by well with the other three. "I…I'm sorry." She whispered, raising her gun to the infected. The Hunter turned its face to the ground, waiting for that final shot to pierce its body and end its life.

"Ahack!"

"Shit!" Jumping away, she barley dodged the long tongue that shot out form the bushes, smoke puffing out from the trees. Her eyes watched as the smoker emerged, hacking and coughing like it had one too many cigarettes. She raised her gun, more than ready to shoot the infected when out of nowhere it raised its pale green hands. A sign a treaty? What was it with the special infected? She always thought maybe they were special due to their different looks alone but maybe they had a more human side…excluding the Tank. Zoey lowered her gun as the smoker lowered its hands. "What…do you want?" She asked, figuring if it knew the treaty signs it could understand her, it was once human after all. She doubted it spoke though, with the more than thirty foot long tongue stuffed down it's throat how could it? Instead the Smoker let out a series of coughs, its tongue moving over to the injured Hunter. More than an infected should, the tongue wrapped gently around the Hunter's waist, picking it up with relative ease and bringing it over to the outstretched arms of the Smoker. Laying the Hunter into its arms, the tongue retracted into the mouth, a few feet hanging from its lips. Another small series of coughs and the Smoker turned, its hands gripping the body. Zoey stood struck with shock, her mind racking for any possible answer. How...why...what could even begin to explain this? She shook her head as another shout broke the silence.

"ZOEY! The boat's here, god dammit!" The collage girl rolled her eyes at the other and shot back.

"I'm coming keep your ficken pants on!" Turning back to the infected she made probably the stupidest but nicest move she'd made since this began. Taking her medical pack off her back, she laid it on the ground. "There." Smiling softly she turned and ran out of the bushes, masking the smile with a grimace as she joined her group at the dock.

"Shit what took you so long?" Louis asked, rubbing his sore everything. Zoey shook her head, "nothing." Climbing on to the boat she turned to the bushes again, the slight rustle causing her eyes to narrow for a better look. Leaves shook and the tree rustled before all went silent.

"Hey kid, let's play." Zoey turned her head, taking a seat in the circle created.

"Play what?" Louis laughed and place the deck of card in the middle, "the only thing we know how to play. Go Fish."

It was safe to say they were both boys, at least physically Coughing more then he had thought he could in a matter of seconds the Smoker pushed through the trees, it's tongue draggin behind with the pack slipped through. The survivor understood, she knew, or at least thought she knew and the infected was relieved to have made the lucky break. Staring down, he watched the Hunter's breath, the slow but steady breathing of the pale infected at least let him know he hadn't risked his own ass for nothing. Confusion still clouded his mind however as to why he had risked himself. The Hunter he had seen on many occasions and on many occasions didn't care to give him much of a glance when he pounced a survivor yet it was when he saw him shoved back or shot at that it got his heart beating fast in his still chest. The Hunter had never been shot directly before and his actions were practically suicide. The Smoker hadn't planned to attack the survivors that time and was simply strolling the dark forest. Much to his dismay he ran into the Tank, the fat lug punching him into the rocks. Spouting something about being surprised. Unlike normal infected, they had been gifted speech, though his was very limited he could speak a bit. The Tank spoke in tongue, his fat muscles eating his lower jaw and causing the hideous look he held to the day. The Witch hardly talked, busy wallowing in sorrow and as for the Boomer all he asked for was food. The Smoker took another look at the one that lay in his arms, wondering what he sounded like. The Hunter never talked, at least never to him or to any other infected for that matter. Maybe speah was unattainable just as sight was or maybe he simply didn't want to. Whatever the reason the Smoker wouldn't pry, wanting to answer his own question. He had to know just why he felt worry for the other when he was put in the way of harm. He would deny having yanked the Hunter out of more than one dangerous situation and would call anyone a liar if they claimed they saw him attacking a survivor that threatened the Hunter. This was one answer he would find out for himself and keeping the Hunter alive was crucial to the process of answering such a question. He doubted the Hunter would even understand but he still felt he needed him alive. No matter what he wouldn't allow anymore harm to befall the infected, he swore this to himself on his life. His eye stared straight ahead, moving between and past trees until he was met by the dark road and a soft noise from below. Looking back down he met the dark pools of black that were where the Hunter's eyes should be. A weak hand reached up to poke at his face as if to test reality, when satisfied the Hunter dropped his hand the limb falling to his side. The smoker coughed lightly and brought the med pack to show the Hunter, bringing it in close enough for him to smell. "I…help you…" He coughed out, his throat closing and opening to the smoke and words. The Hunter turned its head towards the Smoker, grunting in response. What was this? This feeling? Why was the Hunter always on his mind and why would he do anything to protect him? Questions are often answered when looked for and that was what the infected had planned, if such a thing existed for him.

Haha…First Chapter done and I sort of want to stop. I wrote this in my school notebook and thought it be all right to post but I just don't know if I should continue. If you read this and liked it let me know? ;D

Apologies for the short chapter, I hope to make them longer.