So here I am again. Wow. I only stopped writing for a few hours. Maybe I just like writing so much. Ah well. For the record, zombies here will have names according to their type; e.g., the hunter will be called Hunter. Zombies are just so cute! *sniff*
The Hunter and The Witch
Hunter ran through the pitch black streets, a grin playing at his pale lips. He was invisible and silent, the deadliest predator in the deserted city. As black as the night behind him, he leapt over obstacle sin his way, running on all fours and chasing the sweet scent of his prey - for although it was dark, his abnormal eyesight and well-trained senses allowed him to easily navigate the alleys and side-lanes and track his blind, ungainly prey.
A sharp turn down a back alley, a well-timed jump over a dumpster, and a quick left into the open door of a house and they were there; two stupid humans. Humans who couldn't smell or see or think. He had been one of them once; the thought made him shudder. But now he was the predator, and he stalked unheard to behind the people. There were two; both girls. They had obviously run into some paint buckets a while back since their faces were layered with a mixture of orange and pink powder-like substance and what of their bodies Hunter could see were startling shades of orange. They showed a disgusting amount of their fragile skin and spoke in high-pitched shrieks that were hard to miss. But what Hunter really loved about them were the shining chains held around their neck. Such precious jewels that made a high-pitched clink when softly batted together, and so shiny too - beautiful to the ear and eye of any infected. Hunter grinned a sharp-toothed grin, showing his rows of gleaming teeth. He got into position, ready to pounce.
Before the girls could react, he was upon them. He jumped on one and tore the flesh from her bones, revelling in the red fluid that flowed out - but it had ruined the gleam of the neck pendant. Not one to be disgruntled, Hunter turned on the next girl, who was screaming. He fought the urge to tear her open too, and instead jumped over her shoulder, grabbing the pendants she wore instead and making off with them.
He sprinted through the streets, euphoric. In his mouth clanked two shiny golden pendants, his prize. He was the best hunter in the city and he knew it.
After running for miles, Hunter heard a heart-wrenching sound; a soft sobbing, the source of which he felt compelled to find. He took a right turning, following his impeccable hearing, and came upon a sad sight indeed; the most beautiful Witch he had ever seen, her hair a soft crimson and her head resting in her long clawed hands. Hunter approached her cautiously, not wanting to startle her, and sat down next to her. In order to win her gratitude, he dropped both the pendants in her lap, then sat facing her, waiting for a reaction.
Witch stopped crying, staring down at the shining discs of gold in her lap. She picked one up and cradled it, gazing at the sheen of the surface in the milky moonlight. It was the prettiest thing she had ever encountered. Slowly, she put it around her weak neck. It was heavy, but as she got used to the feel of the chain, she looked up at the giver of the gift.
He was a Hunter, a bit taller than her; with a handsome pale face an all teeth intact. His hood hid the top part of his face, but his white eyes gazed directly into her red ones passionately.
Witch held the second necklace out to him, and he took it, placing it over his head just like she did. Then, she drew his face in close, and planted a soft peck on his cheek. Hunter's skin flushed the colour of blood, and he quickly turned and disappeared into the night behind him. Witch smiled after his shadow.
She wondered where he went, and she wondered if she'd ever see him again. A generous and good-looking Hunter like none she'd seen before. Witch stood up, and as she walked away, she made a decision.
She'd never cry again.
A/N: So there you have it. Sorry for the short-ness. I'll try to make the next one longer. Blame it on my friends who drained my creativity halfway through. ): Ah well. Read and Review!