19: Zombies *shudders*

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Loud rock music blasts from my car as I drive along a main highway. I'd much rather use my motorcycle, but today I'm heading somewhere rocky.

Where am I heading? To my next training session. This would probably be my last if I do great.

Suddenly a masked figure appears on the end of the street. I slightly raise my hand which is carrying a regular gun. I shoot the man and he collapses. Of course, I never really harmed him. My gun is loaded with paralyzation tablets; bullets loaded with serum. It never harms anyone.

I continue driving until a hologram jumps out at me in the form of a wolf. I shoot it and it goes down.

"This is way too easy," I mutter to myself as I reach an abandoned warehouse.

I step out of the car and grab my signature weapon: a bow. I know, so cliché, a hunter who's weapon is a bow. But as soon as I was shown a bow I immediately fell in love with it. This is not just some made-out-of-wood bow though. It's high-tech, made out of the best rare metals seen only somewhere north. It has a built-in scope for stealth missions and it's not easily broken. And did I mention it's foldable? I didn't? Well it is. Adrian and Ben gave me this when I turned seventeen. Not much of a gift for a teenage girl, but I didn't mind. Chris gave me a sheath with nearly 300 arrows in it. The arrows are so thin you probably wouldn't notice it at first. But mind you, the tips pack a punch. In my arrows are serums, either to paralyze or kill you. The tips of the ones with paralyzation serums are a bit more smaller than that of a killing one. But too much of paralyzation serum arrows and you'll die too.

I check the perimeter of the warehouse first before going in. Better safe than sorry.

I slowly make my way into the warehouse with my bow loaded and two pairs of guns each at my sides. I check my right boot for my silver knife.

At first I see nothing. My eyes adjust to the dark and I see boxes scattered. Good, and bad. Good, because I could take shelter for anything and bad, because it will be harder to find the enemies.

I take cover behind one of the crates and slowly look over the corner. A mutt bares its canines at me and I shoot it instantly.

More come and I keep shooting, until none are left. Shooting has been my forte for a while now.

I see a back door and I creep my way to it. I load an arrow and kicked down the door. I barely have the time to shoot another mutt before another knocks me down. I grab my knife and plunge it into the beast. The beast releases me and I shoot another behind me.

"Well done Elle." I turn with an arrow loaded to see Tanya clapping her hands. I lower the bow and grin back at her.

She takes me back to the Enterprise. The Enterprise is what we Hunters use as our cover for us to not get caught. Can't have a huge mass of werewolves attack us all at once, now.

Once we arrive we start to go up a series of stairs. Yes, hard to believe but this is what we all do. Something about improving our stamina and such. As if we need more. There's an elevator, but only for those who have a really urgent mission. And only for those. Like for example, a hunter was shot on the top floor and the medical wing's on the third. They have to take the stairs. All 97 floors. That's how important the elevator is. Even the heads use the stairs. But some people are singled out to use the elevator. This means they were called by the Head, which is what we call the supreme founder of the Enterprise. And if you're called by the Head, it could only mean one thing. You're in deep, deep trouble. Simply using the elevator gives you the chills what more with the Head?

When we reach our floor, I wipe the sweat off my forehead. Nearly a year here and I still haven't gotten used to these stairs.

As we walk to the training coach's room we pass many people who give me strange looks ranging from confusion to disgust.

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