So I was drawing one day, listening to an English dub of Tokyo Teddy Bear, and I ended up drawing this cover. I loved that adorable looking zombie and ended up coming up with a oneshot for it. It is a friendship fic. And the hunter is a zombie version of Shuuya Kano from Kagerou days and the OC is basically my sister-in-law's cousin.
Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead, or Kano. But I want that hoodie!
It was the same dreary routine he's been going through since he's secured this hotel. He was lucky enough to find the whole ten story building to be free of the infected, well stocked in food, and virtually left untouched by any other kinds of life. Having a whole building to himself, he of course took shelter in the penthouse. But everyday he would get up, perform normal bodily functions, ration his food and water (which really wasn't needed, but old habits die hard) tune up an old acoustic guitar he managed to find to play as his means of entertainment. Take a bath, eat dinner, then hope rescue would come as he fell asleep.
He was getting tired of the damn same thing, he wanted something different. But he knew that this boring routine was better than the paranoia and fear of making the wrong decision. The fear that something will rip him apart as soon as he opened a door. Hearing the claws and teeth scrape across the doors of a saferoom as he tried to sleep. The constant search for bits and scraps of food that would probably be rotten. But all that was in the past, no longer did he have to fear those things. The penthouse was high enough so that the crying wails of the infected would never reach him, giving him the sleep he desperately wanted. The stocks of food and water giving him much needed nourishment. And the best part, somehow the whole hotel still had running appliances, hot water, electricity and even gas. He had found the snowball in the Hell hole that the green flu had caused.
Life for him took a nice turn, but after a month of paradise, he got bored. He just wished he had someone to share all this with. Someone to talk to, to listen to him play, and maybe even share the bed with him. Although he knew it would be in a platonic way, hard to think of love when zombies are decaying just outside the building.
He sighed as he wandered through the floors of the hotel. Truth be told, he didn't necessarily check if all the rooms were empty, he simply walked through each floor and waited to hear any signs of activity from people, living or undead. So to pass his time, he began looking through rooms, occasionally finding stuff in them and looking through people's belongings without a care in the world. Although he thought against it, after finding a woman's... let's just say he thought it was a weird rubber candle. Though curiosity still entertained him, and kept him going for a bit longer.
When he looked through the last room of the fifth floor, he noticed that the room was an utter mess. Throughout the day, the rooms were kept nice and neat, except for rooms that had people in them before, but this one was torn apart. Like if a kid had a sugar rush and started running rampant in here.
The first thing he checked was the bathroom, hoping nothing was in it. After turning on the light, he scared himself by his own reflection. Choosing to not continue giving himself heart attacks, he began to leave. When he passed the bed, he felt a cold hand grasp his ankle. Of course, he freaked out and began pulling on the hand. Out from under the bed was a small hunter wearing a short sleeved black hoodie with three white dots on each side of the hood. The hood didn't hide his face much, but from what he could tell, the hunter's eyes were bright red, a scar went from below his left eye across his cheek. Dirty blonde curls were matted against his head. And even while he fought against this infected, the hunter kept a smile and did nothing more than hold onto the survivor.
After realizing that the hunter had no intention to attack, he calmed down and glared at it. The hunter let out a raspy chuckle and loosened his grip. "The hell was that for!?" He yelled at the hunter, expecting something to come out from it.
"...F-Fun..." To his shock, the hunter responded in a still raspy, hoarse voice.
"You... you can talk..?" He asked, the hunter nodded, showing that it didn't have much to say. "What's your name?"
"K... Kan... Kano." The survivor wondered if this hunter made up the name or was really named Kano.
"I'm Rudy, now you're not going to eat me, are you?" Kano shook his head, filling Rudy with relief. Somehow he managed to find a sentient zombie. "Well, why are you in this room?" The zombie shrugged and crawled back under the bed. "Wait, what're you doing?"
After a moment, Kano emerged from the bed with a ragged teddy bear in his mouth. Rudy couldn't help think that the hunter was adorable, like if it was a talking puppy. It was then he decided that he would treat the hunter like a friend/pet.
"Come on Kano, I'm taking you to the penthouse." Rudy smiled, he finally found a way to add some spice in his bland routine. The hunter gladly followed his lead out the room and up the many stairs to the penthouse. He didn't notice at first, but the zombie reeked of foul odor. "I think you need a bath..." Kano understood his words and walked over to the large bathroom, removing his hoodie on the way. Rudy was relieved that he didn't have to help wash him, seems the infected retained some memories of proper hygiene. He Kano left his dirty ragged clothing outside the closed door, taking the dirty rags, Rudy decided to throw them in the washing machine.
After pulling the clothes out of the dryer, and still hearing the splashing in the bathroom, Rudy decided that now would be a good time to play his guitar. He was thankful that none of his strings broke during his entire stay here. If one broke, he would have to leave out of his sanctuary just to get another string. Rudy sighed as he strummed the strings, feeling the strings vibrate as he moved his other hand along the frets. The music that flowed out were a bit dull having nothing else to compliment it. His playing was nice, but it needed more from other instruments that he didn't have nor anyone else to play them. Unless a zombie could play bass... But he highly doubted that. After a few more chords, he placed the guitar back in it's rightful place. He fell back in the bed listening to his own heart beat. Rudy realized afterwards that Kano's splashing had stopped. He looked up at the bathroom door to see it still closed.
"Must be drying off." He set his head back and locked eyes with said infected. Kano smiled from his position above the survivor. Rudy bolted back into a seating position and glared at the hunter. "Don't scare me like that!" Kano smiled ear to ear and chuckled. The zombie seemed to love causing mischief.
"Sorry..." Kano still kept a smile, only having a bit of fun with him. The survivor ran a hand through his brown locks and sighed.
"It's fine, just let me know when you're in the room or I'm putting a bell on you." Rudy walked off and grabbed Kano's old clothes and tossed them back at the infected. He didn't notice before, but Kano managed to wrap himself well in towels and a robe. Giving the infected it's privacy, Rudy turned his back towards him and waited. After hearing a low growl, the survivor assumed Kano was dressed. To his relief, he was. Though his clothes were torn a bit, he looked more as a homeless boy than a zombie. But his pale skin and glowing red eyes did give away the illusion.
"Alright, time for bed." The survivor sighed, thinking he would take a bath in the morning. He curled back into middle of the bed. Kano took his place at the foot of the bed, being more of a pet than a friend. Rudy smiled just before realizing that everyday would be different with this little infected around. But he did worry about his safety. What would they do with him if he gets rescued? Maybe Kano being sentient might save the lives of all the other infected, maybe he has a cure inside him. Although the chances for all these possibilities would be slim, he still felt glad to have him.
That does it for this oneshot. I wish I could make this into a series, but that would mean I would be juggling five stories, and I can barely handle four. So anyways, tell me what you thought.