Live 4 the Hunt (Left 4 Dead Hunter Pack)

Chapter 4: Alone Once Again

*1 week later*

*Katrina's pov*

Ots been a week since i got injured. I was surprised with how fast I've been recovering. A stab wound as deep as the one i suffered should have taken longer to heal. But it's just become an angry red scar at this point. Despite my wishes, i became close to the group that saved me. So, it was going to be hard to do what I've been planning on doing for the past week. Standing up, i stood up and faced the group with a sigh. This was gonna take a bit of time and even more difficult than I thought.

*small time skip because I don't wanna write it at the moment*

It's been an hour since I explained to the group my plan of action. It took even longer to convince them to let me go on my own. I didn't want to leave and be myself again, but it's what has to be done.

"Well, for starters, there more specail infected. More than the original ones, at least." That caught my attention. Francis spoke with a rough, deep voice as I hummed softly. He had to be the one who didn't like my presence the most. But I think that's just his nature. He was nothing like Alex, though, so i was more at ease around him.

"You mean more than just the boomers, smokers, hunters, tanks, and witches?" Fransics nodded with a grim look on his face. The news made me start second-guessing my plans. It hasnt been long since the infection started. Maybe about a month or so. But it wasn't enough to stop me fully.

"Three more appeared: the spitter. Jockey and last but certainly not least the Charger. Be careful of them while you're out there." Louis said that looking serious for once. I've gotten so used to his smile that seeing him this way gives me chills.

"I'll be careful out there. Maybe we will cross paths again in the future. But for now I have to put distance between us. Just in case I turn. The last thing I'd wanna do is infect any of you guys. If i dont turn, I'll find my way back to you guys. Hopefully, with more people who will help out with this whole survival bullshit. " I could already feel the nausea and pain setting in, though. I don't know how much longer I have, actually. I should have already turned.

"Where do you plan on going?" Zoey asked. Where was I planning on going? There was no real place for me to go unless I wanted a bullet in my head. I think I'm gonna miss her the most. Not because she's the only other female here but because she reminds me of my sister. Zoey was the one who was against me, leaving the most.

"Maybe I'll head south... I heard there is a research facility down there. Maybe I'll let them experiment on me to help find a cure. After all, there has to be something special with my blood. I should have already become one of those beasts." To prove my point, i motion towards the bite mark on my shoulder that was already turned to a sickening color and letting off an uncomfortable amount of heat. The skin around the wound was turning a sickly pale gray color, and the veins around it turned black. Before motioning towards the safe house door. Just on the other side, the shambling corpses snarled and snapped their jaws in our direction, trying desperately to get in. The group seemed to think over what I said. Seemingly just realizing I was right.

"Let's hope you never actually turn, and we cross paths once again." Bill grunted that out as he lit another cigarette. I wasn't really planning on going south, but it seems like my best option at this point. Maybe I could help them for a little bit. From a distance, at least.

The silence seemed to stretch for an eternity. No one wants to interrupt it. No one wanted to say what was on our minds. The thoughts to grim to say outloud. We all knew I wouldn't be back. Not fully alive, that is. I've already accepted that fact. That's why I have to get to that research facility before I do turn. I'm just glad my leg healed enough for me to move around freely now.