He’d been following you around for days, and it had really been freaking you out. You’d gotten a clear look at him at one point, and felt a sense of relief that at least it wasn’t a Smoker. That said, it was bizarre; why wasn’t he attacking you?
At one point, you got the attention of a pretty significant horde, and had to run/fight your way out of it. You just managed to take shelter in a sturdy shed when suddenly you heard the unmistakable sounds of dying zombies outside. You put it off for a minute to patch yourself up, and as you did, the sounds died off. It was dead silent when you finally got up the courage to look out, and were shocked to see nothing moving out there. The shed was surrounded with bodies, but there wasn’t a sign of your savior. Until you turned and saw him on the roof of a nearby building, watching you. For whatever reason, he’d helped you. You took a chance and waved your thanks, and was pleasantly surprised when he waved back.
For the next few days, you noticed him being a bit nearer than before, but still a good distance away. It was sort of like having a guardian…angel? Kinda.
Then, it finally happened: you made a huge mistake and ended up summoning the biggest horde you’d seen yet. As you fought and fought to gain the high ground, it never seemed to end, and you were getting tired and running low on ammo. You dropped your clip and were tackled by a couple zombies. This was totally the end; there was no way you’d get out of this one.
Suddenly, the Hunter dropped from the air and pulled the zombies off you, tossing them into the approaching horde, knocking them down and buying you some time to get up. As you scrambled to your feet, you stared at the back of this Hunter as he took a defensive posture and wondered what was going on.
You snatch up your clip and reload, and the moment it clicks into place, he’s diving into the horde, just mowing them all down. You pick off a couple that were coming after you while he continues to flatten the competition. A few minutes later, it’s just you and him left standing. You look at him, still amazed, and he self-consciously wipes his claws on his shirt.
A screaming cry echoes out, along with some other less savory sounds, as a Witch, Boomer, and Tank appear, much to your dismay. Your Hunter friend growls at them, and suddenly drops ammo in front of you from his pockets. As you pick up the last bit, he grabs you and carries you off at high speeds, leaving the other Special Infected behind. You’re grateful, but …what happens now?
Toad's Cave 