Author's Note

sorry about the last chapter being rushed but I had little to no time to write it, also this chapter will be a bit gory and is full of swearing so be warned.

Hunter and Hunted survival is key Pt .2

Chapter 2 Pt 2

Making my way towards the DZ was the only choice currently as it was large, abandoned and JTF stayed away and with good reason, upon entering the DZ I saw a horrible thing, Division agents hanging from metal fence with an axe going through their chests. "WHAT THE FUCK!" I shouted at the top of my lungs the bodies had clearly been there for a while the next thing I noticed was the lack of hands, the one that the watch is attached to was cut off and missing, same with the watch itself. 'Damn who ever did this isn't playing around' T thought contemplating the idea of running back to the Division agents from before, soon enough I realized something, the DZ was a free for all, no one could contact the area outside these walls, and to escape I would have to risk being caught or attempt to jump the fence again. So deciding that I would wait for an oppertunity to present itself I made my way deeper into the DZ, looking around it was similar to the game, only different building styles and different street names.

The one building I stopped at was an apartment complex abandoned of course but iw would work for now, and once I got set up the waiting game would begin.

(timeskip 3 days)

The days went by longer then expected and although I had seen the agents from before a few times, I also noticed the stranger wearing a black mask across the street staring at me, I continued watching him for a few hours before he would disapear little did I know he would pop up again.

The next day

The morning was like any other in the DZ waking up to the sounds of gunfire, only this time there was something wrong, the generator I had for the room was broken, an axe like the one impaling the agents sticking out like a branch on a tree, or a warning. Looking outside I saw the man from before standing there, another man carrying the same axe as the one holding up those agents and the one going through my generator, I decided to give them a piece of my mind for barging in here and breaking my shit. "Hey jerkoff's what the hells your problem?" I said moving towards the two, who just sat there not moving "what's wrong shit sticks got fuckin dicks as brains" I said now taunting them, they destroy my generator I make fun of them. It wasn't uuntil I was right near them that something happened someone yelling for me to get away from them, looking down the road I saw the agent Spitfire? I think her name was running towards me with seven others the two men just stood there watching them as well before grabbing me holding a knife to my throat. "WHAT THE FUCK" I exclaimed as the man grabbed me pointing the knife to my throat looking at the Division agents daring them to come forward.

Seeing no way out of the stalemate the agents stopped moving watching the 'oh shit I forgot about survival!' I thought to myself realizing the foolish mistake, it was all there, black masks, heavy armor, division watches worn like trophies, they were Hunters!, realizing this I began shaking with fear knowing these men showed no mercy when it came to the Division agents. Looking down I noticed the 'crotch' area wasn't guarded by armor and if the person holding me was a guy, dick kick in 3...2...1 bingo, a sudden loud yell was heard as I kicked the man in the nuts with a steel toed boot, "SUCK IT BITCH" I exclaimed pushing him off. Although my victory was short lived as his head came back up, I have never seen someone make scarier death eyes than him, also I don’t think I ever ran faster than that moment but it was fun like hell or get stabbed. And if you’ve ever run from a bloodthirsty maniac chances are you are not watching what’s in front of you so I ended up slamming into a light pole breaking my visor which wasn’t even the worst part... even though it cost me $400 for the damn gas mask. No the worst part was the glass going into my face, that and the Dark Zone is full of contamination, so here I was kicking and screaming like some kid that didn't get the toy they wanted while the two guys from before walked up to me, one sporting a large axe.

*BANG BANG BANG* three gunshots rang out, and one of the men dropped, by now I was looking out of my one working eye, the other had a glass shard going through it, the second man carrying the axe rushed my when his partner dropped stabbing the axe into my leg and digging it in, I never screamed as loud or cryed as hard as then, three more shots and he dropped. By now my vision was blurring, I couldn't feel my leg, and I was cold, so very cold, and as I slipped into the darkness for I don't know what time over the week I heard voices yelling in my direction, one voice above the rest "It's over just rest, and when you wake up help us" something warm was layed over me covering my body allowing my head to stay out, then I finally slipped into a state of unconsciousness, allowing the cold embrace to take over,