I’m trying to remember the fear of the first time I was pounced by a Hunter. You always know there’s a Hunter around. They emit a low guttural growl as they lie in wait. Sometimes you’ll hear a blood curdling screech and the team will look around, waiting for that dark hooded figure to come hurtling out of the shadows. They can leap ten metre spaces in under a second. Half the time you’ll never see them coming. You’ll hear that scream and find yourself suddenly pinned to the ground, a hooded nightmarish thing tearing chunks of flesh out of…