Live 4 the Hunt (Left 4 Dead Hunter Pack)

Chapter 3: Im Alive? How?

*3 days after the incident*

*Katrina's pov*

Darkness

That's all I saw, and i couldn't move. It didn't frighten me, though. It felt like I was floating in an empty void.  It was a little confusing, but I didn't want to question it. I wanted the darkness to swallow me whole. I didn't want to see or feel anything anymore. I knew that I wasn't dead, but I didn't necessarily feel alive either. Numbness was all I felt. It was a nice reprieve. After the last couple of days, pain, fear, anxiety, and depression are all I felt. I didn't know why. I just knew I wanted it to end.

Muffled voices floated in and out of my consciousness. I didn't know how long I've been in this state, but the voices started getting louder the more time went by. I tried ignoring them at first. It was easy, I'd just let myself fall back to sleep, and they'd stop. But then the voices started to get louder and more legible. i tried figuring out who the voices belonged to. Unfortunately, I didn't recognize them at all. There were about 3 or 4 different voices. 3 male and one female. Sometimes, they spoke amongst themselves. Other times, it was just a single voice. It's almost like the voices were watching over me in shifts. Sometimes, the voices would either talk to themselves or to me directly. Almost like they were updating me on the outside world.

It was when I started to get restless that I started to try and move. The sleep no longer comforted me. At first, trying to move around didn't work. The darkness started to make me feel trapped. Till one day, I felt someone holding my hand. I was finally able to twitch my fingers, wiggle my toes, and twitch my eyelids. That only encouraged me to keep trying. It was hard been than one day I was finally able to crack my eyes open.

I let out a low groan and immediately blinked my eyes before squeezing them shut. The lights above me blinded me. Weakly, I reached up to rub my sore eyes, trying to find some kind of relief. Unaware of the multiple eyes watching me with surprise. It wasn't until I tried to sit up that I registered the sounds of multiple guns getting cocked and aimed at me.

Freezing on the spot as my breath quickened. Slowly, I turned my head only to come face to face with a biker looking man covered in tattoos, pointing their 12 gage shotgun at me. An older man in a veterans outfit pointing an assault rifle. An Afrian American man wearing a white button-down shirt with black suit pants and a red tie  pointing a sub machine gun. Last of all, a woman wearing a pink jacket with her hair pulled back in a pony tail, pointing dual pistols at me. Without much thought, I let out a small squeak as I slowly put my hands up in the air.

"Speak," a rough voice ordered me. It was one of the voices that I've been hearing. Granted this one I didn't hear often. It came from the older gentleman.

"D-dont s-shoot," my voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper as I looked up into the older man's eyes. Immediately after I said something, everyone but the older man lowered their weapons. Confused by their actions, I slowly lowered my hands and attempted to move away. Only to stop due to the stiffness in my muscles.

"Geez, we thought you were dead," the woman said. Surprised by the comment, I looked up at them all. How long was I out for? It couldn't have been long, could it? All I knew at that moment was that I was hungry and in desperate need of some water. The thought alone made my stomach growl rather loudly, making my cheeks turn a light pink color. Seeing my state of vulnerability, the women handed me a bottle of water and a pack of crackers. To which I hesitatently took.

I avoided eye contact with any of them as i finally took notice of the surroundings. I was in another safe house. A different one from the last one i remembered. "What happened...?" The question let my lips before I could register it. The group looked at me with surprise. Confused, I tried to think back to what happened.