Left For Dead 2 Hunter Novels & Stories

LUKAS I left my mate with the hands of those two hunters but I was listening to their conversation. I heard everything and I knew those people are her dad warriors. I saw her walking toward me, like a queen she is “ those people were your dad strongest warriors” she looked at me like she was asking how do i know I didn't wait for her to ask “ I have seen them with your dad before he died.” she just nod her head but i know a lot is running through her mind

*** The gunshot echoed through the underground cage like a divine punctuation — the kind that closed a chapter permanently. Ziko’s body slumped forward, lifeless, crimson blooming across his chest like a cursed rose. Hunter stood still as his men: trained, merciless, silent, stepped in and cleaned up the mess. Not a single command was needed. They knew the drill. Blood was part of the foundation down here. Hunter lit a cigarette, the smoke curling from his lips like a hissed warning to anyone daring enough to cross him next. The bitter flavor of rage hadn’t dulled at all. If anything, it grew sharper with every passing second.

We crouch down looking beneath the thick brush, and I see three hunters standing in front of Felix. He is hanging off a plank of wood stuck into the earth. Blood streaks down his body, and his head lolls to the side as if it's too heavy for him to hold up. One of the hunter’s holds a re-stained knife in their hand. Rage makes my vision go black. I launched myself at the Hunter. I’m too fast, and before the other can figure out what's happening, the first is dead. I turn to the second male and wrench the rifle he was holding from his grip, and drive my elbow into his throat.

He selected a sleek black handgun, checked the magazine, and tucked it into the waistband of his pants at the small of his back. “I’m going to welcome an old friend,” he said darkly. I shivered, but it wasn’t from fear. It was from the sheer, electric intensity of the moment. We weren’t victims anymore. We were the hunters. I walked to the stairs, my head held high. Sebastian Vane had made a fatal error. He thought he was coming to kill a legacy. He was about to find out that the Hunter legacy didn’t die. It just reloaded.

“What did you just do?” Hunter asked coming out of the flowers. “You killed your son!” he walked past Ethan’s body. “Hunter!” Ludo called to him. “Join us Hunter,” Mr. Hamuumbu pointed the gun at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead, Hunter?” Ludo asked with her breath quickening. Hunter walked to where Ludo was and stood looking at Mr. Hamuumbu with disgust written all over his face. He didn’t utter a word to Ludo nor look at her.

He pulled Alina behind a concrete pillar and returned fire. Precise. Controlled. Deadly. One hunter dropped. Then another. Lena moved like a shadow. Fast. Efficient. Her blade flashed once— Twice— Two more bodies hit the ground. The last hunter turned— And froze. Because the Ghost was standing behind him. The rifle pressed lightly against his head. The hunter’s breath trembled. “Wait—” A single shot. Silence. Alina’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “This is insane.” Arun reloaded calmly.

They were all dead of course, but it was obvious that some had it better than other. I even saw a hunter slumped in front of a tree. Bones protruded from his back. I could immediately tell that it was Orlaith’s doing. The poor hunter never stood a chance. There was also another hunter who had lost his face. All I could see was a bloody puddle. I could tell it was Kerrigan. Once again, I couldn’t help but feel bad for the hunters. It looked like it wasn’t very favorable for the people who weren’t on our team.

It was the last thing Leo had asked for before the world went dark. "I promised I'd find it for you," she whispered, her voice catching as she placed the toy at the base of the stone. "You don't have to wait anymore, my sweet boy." A heavy, warm coat was draped over her shoulders. She didn't need to look up to know it was Lucian. Theo stood on her other side, his small hand resting on the headstone in a gesture of brotherhood that transcended the living and the dead. "He knows, Darcy," Lucian said softly, his hand resting on her shoulder. "He knows you fought for him."

He looked at me with his eyebrow raised. “What’s it going to be? To die or not to die?” I rolled my eyes, grasped the gun tighter and flipped the safety off. “We have to eat.” He waved his hand towards the forest. “After you.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and moved silently into the forest. I kept a slow pace, keeping all my senses open to anything and everything. I glanced at Jamie before holding my fist up, telling him to stop. I turned my head slightly, listening intently. His hands shifted on his gun to hover over the trigger. Suddenly a deer was thrown in front of us and a bear leapt on top of it to tear its throat out. Mona shifted back in front of us, crossing her legs and coveri

No sooner had the words left her mouth that a bone-chilling zombie roar echoed from outside. “Zombies have breached the base!” June slid down in terror and clutched Poppy tightly as her face drained of color. Holding June and Poppy, a flicker of hesitation crossed my face. The painful lessons from my past life made me wary of trusting Castiel to come save us. Besides, the last time he returned, it was already too late. I pulled the gun tucked behind my back and handed it to June. It was our only means of defense. The gun offered a small measure of consolation at least.