He sat there on his perch from day to day. I always looked up at him. His navy hood always looked more ripped with each day. Sometimes I wondered what he did all day. He always sat there his claws digging into the bricks of the old building of Mercy Hostpital. My one eye sometimes peered up when he was distracted. He looked like the unsocial type but you never know with people with hoods. My long tounge clammed down my throat so nobody could see it. My face blushed a little everytime saw him. My mind filled with little fantasies every time too.
Today was dark and loomy and my eye only kept contact with the building. My tounge hung down midchest. Little pants let out hot mist. I tightened my green jacket around me and around my tounge as well. I wasn't in the mood to clam it down my throat. I stopped and stared at the building a ways off, he wasn't there. His outline was gone. Nothing there to show his existance. My thoughts began to race. I never actually met him but yet he could have been attacked or shot. Nobody would even remark the death but me. I began to calm down after remembering he was a hunter it would be common if he pounced on a zombie or a survior for food. I couldn't help but secretly desire if he could pounce on me and I could wrap my tounge around him. My breath got heavier with each heavy desire placed in my brain. Causing more pants and hot mist. My mind was racing everywhere and the possibilties of our outcome and the places to search. I began to run off into the mist heading towards the park. Thats where my eye caught hold of him. His eyes were shadowed out by the rim of navy hoody. My face burned to see him close. The fantasies raged inside stronger than anything I ever felt. He stood there. Only feet apart. My face must have shown my feelings. But for a Man to like another man was mostly uncommen even if we were infected. Noises crept from his throat. A low growl sound. Like a warning for me to disappear into the fog and to forget his existince. "Hunter." I struggled to say.
His face seemed to only show his hunger for a kill. "Smoker" his raspy voice said back.
My body tingled to the sound of his voice saying my name, I longed for his love. "Run" He yelled.
I turned my body only to recieve a smash strong enough to kill. My body flew through the air. I was ready for my body to make impact with the cement. I waited a while with my eye squeezed shut and my head throbbing with pain. Nothing seemed to happen. I opened my eye only to see the hunter above me. On top of the Mercy Hospital. The one perch. It was over all of it was, he sat there looking down at me. I looked at him. Soon he turned and got back on his perch. More fantasies filled and filled my brain causing more and more attraction to him. "So thanks for saving me," I said as I got up and began to walk closer to him.
"Get away from me Smoker, I know what you have done. You stare at me every day." he said not even looking up at me.
"Great " I moaned.
"Great what." He said as he turned towards me.
"Well you see I was hoping you wouldn't know. I want to be friends" I lied "Well I don't" he growled as he pounced off into the mist.