Summary: The Mother is the leader of a zombie pack, she cares for each member of the group, should they do as she command. When she became infected, her mind went through little mutation, but her lust for human flesh is stronger than ever. Thanks to her clear mind, and the help of a rather clingy fellow Hunter, she just may turn the zombie world upside down.

Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead, or Left 4 Dead 2 in any way, shape or form. Very few of these characters belong to me, otherwise, everything belongs to Valve.

This is a bit of a prologue, and if it seems rushed, sorry. I was really excited when I started writing. Please report any typos you may see in the text and let me know if you like it. Also, critiques would be nice. (However, this does not give you permission to be a douchebag. Honestly, I can't tell you how many times I've run into these kind of people.) Please, enjoy, and let me know what you think.

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2 Months after first infection…

She had lost her husband in the carnage, and she had no idea where her children were. When the infection had reached her area, she sent them to their uncle, because of his skills in hunting and his impressive weaponry knowledge. They would be safer there, she thought to herself. She would find them later after finding their father…She had no idea it would end like this.

Victoria sat motionless in the middle of the Safe Room, holding the pistol loosely in her bloody, injured hand. All of her Survivor companions had been picked off by Smokers and Hunters. By some miracle, Victoria had managed to get away with only an injured hand. A weird looking thing had bitten in when she was reloading. It was a new zombie that had been waiting for her in the water, she didn't recognize it. She killed the thing easily and ran, the thought of immunity constantly on her mind.

But now she realized something…something horrible that drove her insane with every second she thought about it.

Her hand leaked more blood than she had in her, but she remained unaffected by it, unhindered by all the blood dripping down onto the dank floor. With a grimace, Victoria muttered to herself, "I've been infected. I'm not immune. I'm going to die…I'm not…" she sobbed quietly, gently setting her pistol down. She had thought about amputation, but she remembered the movies. Zombie bites are an immediate infection, no matter what you do. She had thought about suicide, but then she remembered her children. She had wanted to see them, she wanted to know if they were okay.

Suddenly, something slammed against the Safe Room door, and at first Victoria thought it was a Tank, but then she heard human voices, "It's no good, Coach, it ain't budging."

"Well, we'll have to try someplace else, then. C'mon, no use stickin' around here."

"Don't worry about it Ellis. You tried,"

Survivors! she thought in glee. The voices began to fade, and in a panic she got up onto her feet and took a giant leap towards the door, "Wait! Wait, please," she gasped, hearing her voice changing. She had to make this fast.

Four Survivors waited outside her Safe Room door, looking at her as she stared back at them through the bars. "Hey…Hey, can you guys do something for me?" She was desperate for the safety of her children. If they agreed to look for them for her, she could die happy at least.

The man with a cap and overalls approached her first, "Well sure, ma'am. What can you do for us?"

"I…I can't do anything. You see, I've been infected and I don't have long. Please, let me speak." Her eyes began to hurt. A warm sticky liquid began to leak from her tear ducts. "Please, hear me out!"

The big black man that reminded her of a little league coach stepped forward, "Okay, lets hear it."

Victoria smiled widely, giving her the look of insanity, "Oh, bless you sir! Bless you…" she reached into her pocket and took out a photo. She slipped it through the bars of the Safe Room, and the man with the cap took it. "These are my children. They're with my brother, Tommy, further down the road, in a forested area, there's a cabin that Tommy uses for hunting. It's a long way, but please go see if they're okay. I won't last long enough to see them again, but if you find them, please take care of them."

The black woman spoke next, her voice seemed soothing, "Are you sure you can't come with us? We've got plenty of supplies. You won't be any trouble."

"No! No, I've been…" Against her will, a low growl rumbled in the back of her throat, "I've been infected for a…while now. There's no helping me. Just go see if my children are okay. They're names are John and Mary. When you find them, let them know who you are and…and…" she felt herself slipping, "let them know that Mommy did her best. Tell them and she couldn't find Daddy."

It was silent for a bit. Victoria could no longer feel any pain, and she growled again. "Please…find my children."

Again, silence. With each passing second, she felt her heartbeat slow, and her knees grow weaker. Silently she begged for answer before it was too late.

"We'll find your kids, sweetheart. Don't worry about it." The words had belonged to a man in a bloodied suit. She couldn't look at him anymore. She felt tired now. "We'll go look for them now. Come on, guys." The rest of the group seemed surprised at his willingness to do this for her, but they went along with it without a word. As they left, Victoria keeled over.

"Thank you…" she murmured, knowing they couldn't hear her anymore. "Thank you, sir, so much."

She could hear shouting and gunfire in the distance, but she was too tired now to care what was happening. Her children were safe now, she thought, a small smile dawning on her face. They're safe! They're safe, they're going to be okay! They're going to be…

…

Victoria woke up feeling rejuvenated. At first she thought the entire thing had been a dream, the whole zombie apocalypse and all. She felt just fine! In fact, she hadn't felt this good in a long time. Yes, the apocalypse was just one, nasty, horrifying…

Wait a moment. There was a smell she didn't notice before. It was such a delicious smell, and there was a delightful taste on her tongue. "Friend eat? Must eat or become cranky."

Blood was dripping to her open mouth. Victoria opened her eyes. The entire room was covered in shade. A Hunter was crouched above her, holding a severed arm between it's teeth. It seemed friendly to her, but why it was trying to offer her human meat, and why she was sitting there, letting it happen instead of screaming hysterically just baffled her. She tried to refuse the offering, but then, impulse happened.

She jumped up, grabbing the hunk of meat between her teeth. The Hunter let go of it immediately and crawled away a few feet. Victoria chomped away at it, all thoughts of humanity leaving her mind. The fresh meat tasted so good, and the more she ate, the hungrier she got. She finished eating as she got to the hand, and looked up. Was the Hunter speaking to her?

"Not hungry anymore? Need more food?"

Victoria stood up, feeling a bit shaky. Why did she do that? She was a damned cannibal! Just like those accursed creatures!

…just like those accursed creatures…just like those…

Her fingers, now more like claws, were coated in fresh blood from devouring the freshly severed arm. It had tasted…almost heavenly. The noises that a Hunter would normally make was replaced by broken sentences that she understood perfectly. Her vision seemed different to. It was dark in this room, she knew, but she could see just fine.

"Oh lord!" she shrieked in horror, "I've become one of them!"

"Friend okay? Friend hurt?" It kept calling her friend. She looked at it, "Friend?"

"I…I'm okay. I'm a little surprised. How did you find me?"

Oh lord, she was talking to it! The Hunter shimmied up to her, "Found still living. Alive and sleeping. Planned on eating you, but got lonely. Wanted friend."

Zombies got lonely? That was honestly quite surprising. The very thought of an undead being like a Hunter needing company made Victoria want to laugh right in it's face. But for some reason, she had forgotten how to laugh.

"Need more food? Food near, humans near. Can hear them now."

She could hear it too, the faint sounds of gunfire and shouting in the distance.

"Need to go before gorilla man comes. Food no good crushed."

Gorilla man? He must mean the Tank. As much as she hated to admit it, Victoria craved more human meat. The thought of it made her sick, but, fortunately or unfortunately (she would never be sure), her hunger overpowered her sick feelings. To get the meat was worth the risk of running into a Tank. She agreed, and then the Hunter ducked under a hole freshly made in the wall. That must've been how he got in in the first place, she thought to herself, hesitating only slightly before following him. What happened next was an eruption of chaos.

The taste of human meat was so refreshing, it made her nearly forget her more human instincts. While they attacked the Survivors, it became clear to Victoria what kind of zombie she had turned into. The way she moved, the way she fed and attacked, the sounds she made, and the reason she had attracted a Hunter made her realize that she had become, well, a Hunter! But there was one thing she couldn't understand: that she still had the ability to understand anything at all.

The mutations had seemed to have stopped before they reached her mind. She could even "speak" more properly than the Hunter, who seemed to be keen on sticking with her. The more she thought about how unaffected her brain was by all of this, the more confused she became. Perhaps the infection is different with all Special Infected. Or maybe she would lose her sanity after all, and it just took a little time for the mutation to work on the mind as well. She chose to ignore this matter for now. Night was falling, and the Hunter was moving on. She chose to follow him for now. It was the best she could do until she figured out what was happening, or until she went full-blown zombie.