The quest begins?

Chloe had been awoken by a disturbance above her, kneeling just inches above her face. There stood Christian, the Hunter refusing to harm her, growling softly at her features. As she sat up, she watched him scurry backwards a bit, questioning as to why he'd woken her. The sun had set, it was a new day. Chloe had slept over a day and it was now getting dark. Oh boy. Now to decide whether to move out now, in the fading light, or wait until tomorrow. She'd already wasted a day sleeping, pure sleep, although it felt nice she did need to get a move on.

"Christian.. Are you coming with me?"

She asked the question with hesitance obvious in her voice. He seemed to understand, and nodded slightly. As a sigh of relief came over her, she had a thought that could mean putting him to work.He could search for food and weapons unnoticed. Smiling at the thought, she gave him a devilish grin, which he promptly snarled at, sensing her mind at work. That would have to wait.

As she exited the house, Chloe noticed Christian upon the rooftops, leaping along yet ever watching. Knowing he was there, acting as a guardian and alarm gave her some much needed comfort. He was leaping over the rooftop effortlessly, glancing at her every few seconds, acting almost as though he was a sniper, she couldn't see the distances he could and the rooftops gave him a great advantage. As they neared a intersection, Christian jumped to the ground with absolutely no noise which, for his size, was amazing. Her thoughts interrupted by him attempting to move her away from the intersection, baffled, she went along with his 'herding' into a nearby convenience store and soon saw why he had done so. As the one armed beast staggered across the pale moonlit road, she remembered her team had named them 'Chargers', and that he was injured, and therefore more aggressive. Even though his smaller arm was a bloody mess with bullet holes and shot almost clean off, he still present a huge threat to her. His charging arm was still functional, and once in his grasp, there was no escape. Christian seemed content in the store even after the charger had passed, not wanting to run into anything else, and he sat stubbornly on his haunches.

"Come on! Now!"

It was the fifth time she'd said it, even after trying to pull him and push him. She had to admit, although he was silent, he was definitely not lightweight. He didn't budge an inch. And finally Chloe, with a loud groan, sat next to him, in utter defeat. He knew the night brought the most dangerous of infected out, and in an attempt to keep her safe, he thought it best to move during the day. She just didn't seem to understand him, and he led her to the back of the store, pilling up pillows and assorted clothes, and pointed to the so-called 'nest'. He wants me to sleep? Waste another day? She was pissed.

"Noo! I'm not wasting anymore time sleeping!"

With that yell, she sent him snarling viciously at her. He was trying to protect her and her she was making a lot of noise with her yelling. He lunged at her, silently, knocking her to the floor and covering her mouth with his clawed hand swiftly. Chloe was shocked, she then got the message he was trying to send. Go to sleep and shut the fuck up. He was protecting her. He was slowly removing his hand from her mouth, but he couldn't seem to stop staring at her lips, though she'd been through the zombies for nearly a year now, they were still soft and moist. For a moment he wondered how they stayed this way, until her confused gaze had him leaping backwards into a corner, fumbling with his own dry, cracked lips. He noticed her skin was soft looking as well, as she had found a blanket and was sleeping in a big tee. How did she manage to stay like this? Fumbling through her bag, he found various lotions and feminine products. When does she have time for lotion? He missed his pre-infection skin and desperately sought it, as he pour the lotion all over him, hoping it would work on his grayish infected skin as he gazed at her sleeping form. They would become closer. Almost like her old companions he hoped.

When she awoke, it was early morning, the mist still outside and the sun shining brightly. She didn't notice him until he moved behind her, snuggling closer and shielding his face from the sun. The movement had made her jump, and as tense as she was, she didn't bolt. He had snuggled up to her as she slept, and he himself had fallen asleep. She did admit, he was warm. And she felt safer as his arms wrapped tighter around her, she snuggled closer to him, glad he was over the covers. He snorted in her ear and she giggled loudly, and that woke him up. Christian looked at her with sleepy eyes, but he knew she had made the sound. The giggle. He buried his nose in the crook of her neck and breathed deeply. He had grown to love her scent. And his own skin had softened considerably. They did become closer as the weeks passed, she allowed him to sleep next to her, although she still had some adjusting to do, and he no longer snarled at her. They moved from sun up to sun down, but recently found a well stocked home, and had made 'camp' there. The past two months were rough, as she was very defiant, but learned to listen to him, although he still didn't speak. She often found him gazing at her lips, and his attacks on the special infected, or more specifically, rival hunters, had become an almost possessive frenzy. They knew his rank, his size, yet he ended their life every single time. He had put some kind of mark on her neck during their playful romps, which he always won, never harming her. It wouldn't come off, and every time she began to worry about it, he purred at her and licked the mark. Evidently it meaning something to him. She was confused at the behavior, but tolerated it.

It was time to get up, and he knew it. She stood up along with him out of their makeshift nest. It was a mess of shredded blankets and pillows and clothes, but still comfortable. She knew his gaze had followed her as she pulled on her jeans. She noticed he had been acting even more strange lately. And she didn't know why, or how, he was acting any more strange than he already was. That frustrated her, and as if on cue, he sensed her inner turmoil and ran to snuggle her in his arms. She had learned that he never meant her any harm, claws or teeth, even by his lack of manners, he displayed a gentleness comparable to holding an infant as she was in his arms. As she broke loose from him, she once again saw his eyes wander to her lips. She covered her mouth with her hand and looked away, blushing. She knew what he was thinking. And it'd made her blush and turn away, she was getting shy around him and he knew it. Christian was regaining his humanity more and more each day, every moment he spent in her presence pulled the beast inside of him back a little bit more. She made her way down the corridor of the apartment, Christian on her heels. She'd stopped in the kitchen, and was beginning to open a can of potatoes, when she noticed him behind her, sniffing her hair. She'd found a working shower and she now smelled like strawberries, and had even gotten Christian to shower, with much trial and error of course,as he was akin to a cat when it came to water.

She turned to face him and was opening her mouth to ask him what he was doing, when his lips collided with hers. He had moved his arms to either side of her, onto the counter and boxing her in, he was taking action, and soon. She knew it and ducked her head away from his, there was no escape, as his head ducked with her and had his lips smashing against hers again. He had remembered to kiss! She eventually gave in, he didn't taste dead or decaying or even zombie like. It surprised her, and she kissed him back with a vengeance. When they finally pulled away, she was breathless, and he wasn't flustered a bit. Still boxed in by his arms, she understood his behavior now, and glanced at her potatoes shyly, blushing. Suddenly finding them very interesting as his eyes studied her. He brought his face closer to hers, and nuzzled her with his cheek. She already knew his reasons for the behavior, but lacked knowledge of the emotion behind it. He genuinely felt something. The gesture had said it all.

After some time, he moved his arms, and handed her the potatoes she'd completely forgotten about. Oh gosh. The blush on her face evident as he backed up some. He leaned against the counter and just watched her curiously. He was sooo devoted to her. He loved to watch her, observing her every action. Wanting to find out her reactions to things he merely wished to do. The sudden thump had caught him off guard. He turned to hiss at the predator on the balcony just outside the glass. It was a Hunter, its yellow eyes peering through directly at Chloe, and he could hardly stop the vicious yet possessive growl that had came from him. Its eyes switching to Christian. Returning a growl just as vicious, yet no possessiveness in its growl. Chloe watched in fear as the feral Hunter glared at them both, fearing for Christian despite his clear size advantage. The Hunter ran one clawed hand down the glass door, leaving indentions, and Christian had moved Chloe behind him. She knew this could easily be a fight to the death, a rogue Hunter, and her Christian, if she didn't do something soon..