Summary: A Hunter finds a little girl.

Rated M : Blood, human eating, and language. (All the good stuff but smut.)

Warning: I will not lie and say that I am amazing at English because I am not, this is my second language. I will say that I have improved thanks to some classes but do forgive my mistakes and point them out so I'll know in the future. I hope this story isn't too bad... Thank you.

Neo: I have not given up on my other stories but I do have writers block. I thought this would be a fun idea since I just got into L4D. (I know I'm slow when it comes to getting into games.) This takes place a week or two before the infection.

Disclaimer: The Hunter and Girl belong to me but the game and names of the zombie's do not.

Story name: Saving Grace.

By: Neo- kun.

They loved her, that's what they had said every night before they put her to bed. They'd tuck her in, give a kiss, than turn off the light. When the news came on every morning she could feel the air become tense and knew something was wrong.

"It couldn't be spreading that fast… could it?" Her mother's worried voice set her on edge and she would whimper as she stared at her captain crunch.

"I don't know, maybe we should pack, just in case?" daddy's voice was steady making her worry subside for the moment.

As the nights came her parents would stay longer in her room, trying to protect her from something she couldn't even begin to comprehend. This would go on for a week before anything was decided; after all they needed a 'plan of action', as daddy liked to call it.

She remembered daddy telling her stories of monsters, telling her about the claws and fangs that enjoyed gobbling naughty children. This couldn't compare to the monsters that larked outside their door. Her mother would cry and her father would curse as loud pounding came at the front door and the screams of the things outside rang outside. They were far too late for the 'plan of action'.

"Mommy!" She yelled struggling as her father carried her upstairs, her mother doing her best to guard the front door.

She cried into her father's shoulder as the sound of the door falling to the ground echoed from downstairs. Her father placed her into the 'safe closet' and held her close.

"We love you Grace… please for the love of God, be safe." He whispered kissing her head and pulling her off gently before closing the door, leaving his little girl locked in the dark.

***two days later***

The room was pitch black, the only warmth came from the many coats that hung over head. Grace was crying softly, her sobs broken and dry as she called to her parents to come get her. She was wrapped in her daddy's navy coat trying to imagine them as her daddy's arms wrapped around her. She hadn't been able to sleep restfully without her parents' 'I love you.' every night and the constant fear of whatever lurked out her safe haven kept her on edge.

"I miss you… please come back…" She mumbled curling into the coat to smell her father's scent. It gave little comfort compared to the really thing.

Grace desperately wanted to sleep in her purple bed, wanted to play with he stuffed animals, watch cartoons, and hear bed time stories.

She whimpered knowing she'd never be able to do this; she knew she was alone, no good mornings, no coloring, and no hugs. Grace wondered if she'd be able to do anything other than sit in the closet and cry to the dust bunnies. A sudden sharp scratching sound came from the other side of the door making her jump.

"Mommy… Daddy?" She asked meekly her curiosity getting the better of her.

A low whine came from the other side reminding her of a puppy dog. She was quick to push that thought away; no puppy would be around here with the monsters about. Grace glared to the best of her six year old ability.

"Go away!" She yelled pleased that the whining had stopped for the moment.

She gave a startled cry when something crashed against the door followed by a dark growl. Grace moved to the very back of the closet covering her mouth to keep from screaming. Tears came to her blue eyes she shivered with fear as a large clawed hand smashed into the door.

'Help me… please daddy.' She thought frantically as she looked around the closet for some form of weapon, nothing. Grace watched in horror as the door was ripped to shreds and a tall hunched figure came into view on the other side. The monster slowly, almost hesitantly, crawled into the closet. It loomed over her giving a bone shattering hiss making the little girl cry more openly in terror. She was going to die; nothing was going to stop this thing from gobbling her up.

"p-please… don't…" She sobbed going tense as it leaned down and seemed to sniff her black hair.

There was no escape.

TBC

Neo: Tell me if I should keep going and please no flames, I don't go good with fire. Thanks for reading.