Let's get this straight. I have a thing for these two, and I ship them like burning. Who, you ask? Zoey, and the zombie hunter from Left 4 Dead. Call me crazy - I'm sure that's what I am - but I can't stop loving how completely dysfunctional they are together. I think I just like relationships where the participants aren't what you'd normally consider romantics, if even sane at all. I don't believe that love is all happiness and sunshine and unicorns crapping rainbows so the prince can whisk the abused hand-maiden off into the sunset for them to live happily ever after. That's too far-gone for me. Sure, I like happy endings, but I'm twisted in the sense that, to me, happily ever after usually consists of someone getting laid and no one dying.
Eh, take it or leave it. I am how I am.
This is for my darling Jesse, for this fic, let alone my love for the two the story centers around, wouldn't exsist without her. Congratulations, sweets- your mind is almost as twisted as mine. Also, I want more Micah/Bruce pictures, and I know the more of this story I pump out for you the more sweet sketches I'll be rewarded with.
Title: Plaything
Game: Left 4 Dead
Pairing: Zoey/Hunter
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "Thrown from the third story of an office building, Zoey finds herself hurt, low on ammo, and alone. That is, until a wayward and strangely intelligent hunter decides he wants her all for his own..."
Warnings: Sexual situations, adult language, slight angst, extreme sarcasm
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