Lol- so I drew a small thing with our favorite hunter Christian. If he could talk- and if prompted- he would most definitely say this.

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Running, straight at him, you knew it was too late for him to change direction- spiraling over your head and passing were you used to be idly standing.

Directly into the absolute tank of an infected that just rounded the corner.

You weren't dumb, and didn't dare spare a glance as you heard frantic clawing and angry roars.

The ground shook with the fight that you started, and all the noise brought on the sound of a horde- screeching out their disturbed cries as they ran towards where the fight was taking place.

You had to get out of the area as fast as possible. Ducking and dodging towards where the safe room was placed- or the direction you hoped it was in. The hordes screams only grew louder, and your footsteps only grew faster.

The hunter's frenzied yelps and snarls were drowned out by the noise- and you couldn't care less. You were darting forward, past the blurring buildings, all but gliding over a tall metal fence from all the adrenaline.

But eventually, you realized you didn't know where you were.

Too unfocused from the sheer amount of energy bounding against your veins- you ran, twisting through alleyways you had never seen- looming buildings blocking the sight of a familiar and haunting tower of Mercy Hospital.

Ducking into a random building, you threw yourself over the first thing you saw, keeping your body quiet and motionless.

The horde was heard, milling down the street in flurries of footsteps and strangled yells.

You tried your hardest to calm your frantic breathing- all but holding your breath to force the heaving of your lungs to quiet. Your teeth were clenched, hatefully so- the more time you spent keeping yourself alive- the less time there was to look for your companion.

The horde had just barely passed by when you stood from your hiding spot, watching the backs of them as they continued onto the next street. Holding your gun between your legs, you brushed your clothes off, not that it did much to affect how dirty they were, before clutching your weapon and strolling back onto the street.

If you were lost before hand- you had no idea where you were now. The only indication of which way to go was the looming figure of Mercy Hospital, just barely peeking over the top of a building.

You had to get back.

He could still be in that area.

Passing through a few alleyways, you refused to let your mind wander onto anything else.

Nothing else mattered.

Only finding him.

Only him.

God knows your siblings are probably already dead.

But him? He could still be out there- somewhere

Someplace you could reach-

With a harsh clunk of your shoe, you turned down yet another street, staring steely faced at the infected. Your pace didn't slow- neither did your will- neither did the beating of your frantic heart.

You killed without remorse.

Hands digging into your back- grabbing- pulling. And you killed.

The infected didn't matter. Your injuries didn't matter.

When you finally neared closer to where you first began running, you noticed the blood.

Layering the alley.

Chunks of concrete had been torn from the alley. A building had been completely smashed into, wrecked from the inside, before another gaping hole was lying on the other side. Blood was dripped in muddy sploshes.

A fight.

From the claw marks along a few support beams, and against the floor- accompanied with the giant smashes against ground and wall and brick, you could take a guess as to what it was.

That fight you started.

Who knows who's blood was everywhere.

Who cares who's blood was everywhere.

No enemies in sight- a positive thing- when all your mind could ponder was where your hunter was.

Taking one last glance at the carnage, you tread forward, trying your best to keep Mercy Hospital in sight and at the same time avoiding where the two must have took their battle.

Foreign blood lapped at the soul of your shoes, a few puddles of it splashing as you passed by.

Nimbly tiptoeing around some rubble, you noticed an increase in the debris the farther down this alleyway you went. A faint huffing noise immediately made you hightail it back where you came from. You slid behind the corner of the street, taking a peek back into the debris riddled alleyway. Apparently you didn't do well enough at avoiding where they went.

A rumble gently shook the ground, and you safely decided to turn in a different direction. Again.

It was easy to avoid the huffing of the tank, a slightly longer route around him was taken.

Closer to Mercy Hospital. That was all you needed.

You barely got a few feet into yet another new alley when you felt the creeping suspicion that something was watching you. A chill crawled down your spine, and movement in your upper peripheral forced you to look up.

At that grey hunter. His tattered body was laying against the siding of the roof, intently staring at you. Blood gushed off of him, soaking past his clothes and leaking onto the roof.

Even you could tell he was barely holding on.

A tired growl slipped him, before you watched him grab something.

An empty glass bottle.

He sent a look- from it- to you- before looking at the street you came from.

A familiar noise let off of him- that happy sort of chur you had heard coming from your friend so many times before. His arm reeled back, before chucking the bottle as far as he could- it clattered against a car across the street, shattering on impact and letting off a familiar beeping noise.

Oh God.

This fucker he-

You tore your eyes off the car and looked up to where he was-

He was gone.

And you needed to be- as not a moment later you heard the roaring of that tank and rumbling as he charged.

You didn't have any adrenaline left- but ran despite that.

The horde from before could be heard in the distance, back tracking and running back towards the car alarm.

The tank had rounded into the first alleyway he saw- which just so happened to be yours-

And life is a bitch- you had to remember that- as the bulky infected spotted your back just as you turned the corner.

Shit- you had to get to cover.

Frantic glances were shot all across the street- catching themselves particularly at the roof of a building. Higher up was always safe- but how would you get there?

You can't jump up like a damn hunter- you were just a regular human.

Regardless, you began rushing towards it, hearing the tank grow closer.

Your eyes darted to the left of the building, recognizing a fire escape on the side of the building. The ladder was pulled up- yet again- and you most certainly wouldn't be able to make it up that.

Still running towards it, you noticed the car parked against the curb.

A good few feet sat between the vehicle, and the fire escape- but what more could you do?

With a hop, skip, and a jump onto the car, you took a moment to balance yourself- the tank so close his deep yelling sent vibrations down your spine.

Oh god- can you even make that jump-

Rather then getting time to ponder just how far you could jump- the tank had caught up- all but uppercutting you in the back to reach you from atop the car.

Perfect angle, you supposed. Your body was sent careening off the car, directly into the fire escape.

The wind was punched out of you- and without even being able to take a breath, you scurried up the steps. Gasps, and coughs flew from you in a fit, hands pressing the side of your gun into your stomach as you attempted to clutch your lungs.

You. Couldn't. Breathe.

But you couldn't stop running either- or the car you briefly saw the tank grabbing would hit and kill you faster then you could kill yourself.

It was agony- gasping on nothing, and clawing your way up.

The car was sent towards the escape- hitting it and nearly sending you toppling over the side-

You kept running, nearing the top and making a mad jump over the railing and directly onto the concrete ground. Your limp body hit against the roof with a dull splat of skin and thump of clothes, skin scraping as you rolled onto your back and clutched your abdomen.

Faintly, you could hear the tank, attempting to climb the fire escape, only to pull the hole thing careening down with all the damage it sustained.

Your gasping didn't ease up. If you had to run any more, you knew you wouldn't be able to.

Imagine the horror when you spot a figure, landing on the rooftop and crawling frightfully closer to you. Grey hoodie bloody- still barely hanging on- not unlike yourself.

The only difference between you two was he could still move. And you couldn't.

Ambling closer to you, he took his time.

Face set in a stone cold frown sort of way- no emotion- simply the want of death reeking from him. Your companion was exactly the same way some time ago-

Bitterly, you realized even now you where thinking of him.

All but on your death bed and your last thoughts were, 'wow- just like him.'

Letting out a few heavy breaths, your rib cage ached with the pain that the tank inflicted. Even when your breath started to return, you could barely move with how tight everything clenched in ache.

You kept your breath as steady as you could, but you could barely keep it calm. Instead, you drew deep breaths in- short breaths out- barely subdued panic lacing every exhale.

The hunter took another moment longer.

Undisturbed by how helpless you were.

Was it entertaining?

Watching you suffer?

Was it satisfaction?

Satisfaction that another kill was under his belt?

Because you were most definitely another kill.

Maybe it was sadness- that yet another innocent would be taken by his claws.

Who fucking knew.

You certainly didn't.

All you knew was that when he stood- uncomfortably on his legs- and put one foot on the other side of you body- this was it.

He sat himself directly on you- knees against the ground, caging you- even though you already could barely move.

His added weight hurt your aching body much more then one would imagine, you seethed at that, clenching your fists as hard as you could (which wasn't that hard) and wincing.

Another glance up, into his hood, and the jagged lines that ran through his just barely visible and damaged eyes told you enough about him. No one was there for him when he turned.

Suddenly, he reeled, arm raising, claws pointed, before lunging-

His mangled hand was quick to pass over the length of your torso.