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The Three survivors slowed to a stop as the horde turned another corner leaving them in silence.
"Where are they going now?" Joshua muttered.
Christopher sat down on an empty rations box and made half-hearted hand gestures.
Richard's eyes narrowed "I refuse to translate that, Joshua did what was right pulling you back."
Christopher's eyes narrowed and he made more frantic hand gestures.
"I'm not going to argue about this Christopher!"
Christopher opened his mouth and tried to yell, he wanted to be able to shout at Joshua, he hated this he relied on Richard who had just dictated what was expressed, Christopher jumped up and stormed out into the alleyway, Joshua and Richard ran after him.
Joshua muttered under his breath "fucking immature kid, the ungrateful brat." Joshua had known the younger teenager was going to hate him for pulling him back but he was not going to let another of his newfound family die because of an insane bastard with a church bell.
The two stumbled to a halt as they saw Christopher standing still staring at the end of an adjacent alleyway beyond their line of sight.
Joshua stomped over to Christopher and readied his vocal cords for an onslaught of cussing, but he stopped when he smelled something bitter and metallic, copper, he looked in the direction Christopher was looking in and felt his stomach reel. A brutally maimed corpse lay against the wall.
"What the fuck..." Richard whispered as he knelt by the corpse.
He saw two knife wounds cutting into the mans sides, but what disturbed him were the 3 deep cuts that went completely through the mans body almost severing it.
Christopher stumbled over to a wall and fell to his knee's, tears started pouring down off his face colliding with the dirty ground. Joshua knelt and patted him on the back.
"Kid...I'm sorry...I know this is all a lot to deal with...come on kid lets find another safe house."
The Preyer perched on the table of a darkened living room, serrated flat sickle-like bones protruded groups of three from each side of his arms, (Six per arm) He chuckled from under his red parka as he saw the three survivors walking away from his latest kill, he growled to his helper, a jockey with bandages covering the lower half of its face (From first chapter)
"More prey, but let's make the hunt last longer this time..."
A/N: new OC
Name: Derek Simuel
Eyes: Dark green
Hair: Short, black
Clothes: He wears a forest camo jacket with matching pants with brown combat boots, forest camo helmet and clear ballistic goggles.
Weapon of choice: M4 assault rifle
Secondary weapon of choice: Beretta 92 handgun
History: Derek was once in the U.S special forces, but his brutality was what got him in trouble. Before the military started to lose control of the situation with the infected, Derek was in charge of finding out who was infected or not, and that often lead to violence as family members tried to cover up that one or more of them weren't infected. Derek often shot those who were infected as well as shooting and torturing those who tried to protect their infected friends and family.
His commanding officer was going to shoot Derek, but the situation became too much for the military, and most of them were wiped out. Derek managed to escape alive, but now he hunts both the infected and survivors alike as they are all, infected.
Belongs to The awesome Novice writer
Susan jolted awake as she heard the wood covering her being removed, she looked up and saw the last piece of wreckage being removed revealing a grinning hunter wearing a dark green hoodie.
She waited to be ripped to ribbons but jolted up as she heard a voice that brought a stream of memory's back to her mind.
"You gonna wait there, You better not I went through hell finding you."
She hopefully asked "Anthony...Is that you?"
Anthony her old school mate grinned at her and flicked off his hood "one and the same, it was hell managing to find you but being a hunter with its mind intact has its benefits."
Susan crawled out from underneath the wreckage and opened her mouth to speak but her eyes went wide when she heard an authoritative voice shout from the top of a supply shed "Hey! You there! Are you Infected?"
Susan motioned for Anthony to stand behind her.
"No were immune!"
The man stood up and aimed through his sniper rifle "That was rhetorical I kill both heh heh."
Susan dived down pulling Anthony with her as a bullet imbedded itself in the dirt.
The two started running in a zig zag pattern across the churchyard as the man repeatedly fired.
Susan heard a yell of pain as a gunshot rang through the air. A woman Stood on the wall behind the church with a sniper rifle and fired another bullet in the mans direction.
The man redirected his fire and Susan and Anthony ran out of the churchyard and into an abandoned hotel as the man and woman started shooting one at another, the sound of thunder crackled through the air and heavy drops of rain fell as the gunshots continued to fire away until both shooters retreated.
Hope you liked this chapter only accepting cameo OC's now main and reacurring characters are closed