Live 4 the Hunt (Left 4 Dead Hunter Pack)

Chapter 1: Open the Door

*Katrina's pov*

Lost

Broken

Forgotten

The world was nothing like it was before. The infection known as the Green Flu has wiped out most of the world's population within the first 2 weeks. I actually lost track of how long it's been, but it's been long enough for the infection to mutate. It was long enough for me to forget the simplicity of human life. Like the luxuries of having a nice warm home cooked meal and a decent bed to sleep in.

The Green Flu started out small with a stomach ache, fever, and chills. 2 days after the first stage was when the blinding pain set in. Followed by violent vomiting, aggressive behaviors, and insatiable hunger. After the first couple days of absolute hell, your body succumbs to the infection. It wasn't long after that, possibly an hour or 2, when the poor victim would reanimate as a zombie. Most commonly, the classic mindless ones seen in movies. The ones driven by the basic instincts to feed on the human flesh. Researchers and scientists theorized that the Green Flu was a new variation of the rabies virus. No cure has been made yet. However, the most effective way to subdue the infected was a bullet to the head.

In my mind, it was relatively easy to handle the outbreak when it first started. I had my family and friends. Hell, i even had an animal companion at one point. However, things got worse when the first special infected type showed up.

The boomer. That's what the other survivors called it at least. The name made sense. The zombie was overly bloated and obease, covered in boils, and occasionally made aweful burp like noises. The blubbering fool made even the strongest stomach start to churn. It had the ability to empty the contents of its stomach onto poor unsuspecting survivors. If that were to happen to you, then you are better off saying your goodbyes to the ones you love. The smell alone was enough to attract a hoard of the common infected. To make matters worse when killed, the boomer explodes, covering whatever was close, survivors inculded, to it with thick putrid blood and the same contents that attracted the hoard. It is possible to survive the attack and the hoard. If you were skilled enough, that is. After the boomer made its first appearance. More special infected  started to appear. Each one more deadly than the last.

I was pulled from my inner monolog when the sound of a car alarm went off on the street below me. Probably from a common tripping over their feet and falling onto the car. I held my breath and readjusted my grip on the roof ledge. The perch i picked out to help me look for new supplies on the streets below.

I was skilled in the art of parkour. That was one thing I absolutely loved doing. There was something exlierating about jumping from one roof to another. Running and jumping over zombies, scaling large buildings in a matter of minutes to escape hoards of zombies. It was freeing, and i felt like i was unstoppable. The world may have gone to hell, but this was one small piece of heaven i still enjoyed doing. My fellow survivors always called me an adrenaline junky and crazy for doing it. But in the end, i was always the one who collected the hard to get supplies they needed in order to survive.

Focusing on the growing threat below me. I quickly jumped to a nearby fire escape and into the window closet to me. I hunkered down, listening to the growing hoard below. I hoped that the zombies would get bored and hobble away. After a few minutes, I realized that wasn't the case. They must have picked up my scent when I dropped down onto the street to collect some pain killers. I silently cursed under my breath when i heard the tell-tale sounds of the hoard getting closer. I took that as a sign to get out of there.

Without any further hesitation, I  gathered the supplies i managed to scavenge. I shoved them into my backpack and tightened the straps, so nothing fell out or caused me to get caught on anything. Once reassured, everything was snug, and in place, I started running through the various rooms. While i desperately looked for a way out of the office building. If or when i find a way out, i would run in the general direction i knew the safe house was. A small glimer of hope sparked in my chest once this plan was formulated in my head. I knew the other survivors were waiting for me there. That was the agreement, at least. I was to go look for supplies, and they were to wait for me there so they could go to the evac together. Freedom. Freedom from the infection. Freedom from having to fight for my life every day.