Chapter 2: The instinctual hunger & baffling truth
The rather grotesques sounds at the end of the hall had frightened the male with time. With each, silent step of his feet, he could heard the sounds growing, emanating; it was maddening, the sound continued to echo within his consciousness and drive him almost to the brink of insanity before reaching the door. His body had shifted, it now standing in front of the frame, his shadow standing tall and ending in the abyssal darkness of the room. The sickening crack of bone and ripping of flesh was protruding audibly out from the bathroom. A thick, dark red trail leading from the door to the cleansing room, however it seems now it was extremely dirty, quite the opposite of it's original intention. How ironic.
It felt like hours before he reached the room, and inside sat the most disturbing thing he had probably seen in a while. Crouched over a mutilated corpse, a male sat, gorging his stomach as he feasted on the flesh of the deceased male below, a lifeless scream staining his expression. Andrew had recoiled in disgust, raising a hand to his face before the stench to reach his nostrils, thinking it would have smelt immensely repulsive, however he was terribly….Terribly wrong. At the scent of blood, his eyes had widened, his pupils dilating slightly as he took in a particularly deep whiff of the intoxicating smell. It was like a drug to him, his ultimate fix, he was drooling at the sight, but the other infected male had turned to him with a chunk of meat missing from his cheek. This person looked simply terrifying, and did not agree with an extra dinner mate, growling defensively he stood and shambled over to Andrew.
Andrew, being a bit dazed was grasped by the male, the feral man growling and snapping his jaws loudly at him. He didn't know what hit him suddenly, but it was a sudden flood of instinctual aggressiveness. His rather sharp claw-like fingers had erupted forth, shredding the foe's arms to bits in an attempt to grasp them. The feral male yelped loudly in pain as he staggered back, now pressed against the door frame. He let out a low growl, lowering himself into stance and letting forth a screech before pouncing, slamming into the male and into the bathroom. Then and there he began ripping up the feral male, cutting and digging into his flesh with ease, he ripped and sliced out chunks of meat, blood splattering onto the tiled floor, it collecting in a large puddle beneath the two.
He didn't know exactly how long he had blacked out, but when he awoke, he was greeted to the sight of his hands grasping flesh and forcing it into his mouth, swallowing the tasty substance with ease, his eyes weakly moved to the side, glancing at mutilated remains of another infected. It had taken him a few seconds to realize what he was doing before his eyes widened in disbelief, he jumped back, falling on his behind while looking at his blood soaked hands, he was groaning and moaning with a frightened expression. He let loose a cry of sorrow, moaning and sobbing at what he had become rather than what he wanted to be. He was dead, yet alive, a terrible predicament. He sat there for an endless amount of time, his mind swimming and his eyes glazed over with utter emptiness, his legs were tucked against his chest, his arms wrapped around his knees at the time.
The only thing that ripped him from his mind numbing emptiness was the sound of a sickening cough. Whoever was coughing, it sounded as if he smoked a lot, coughing his brains out in his extended coughing fit. The thing that had scared him however was the fact that this noise was getting closer to the room he was in, and he could see the immensely disfigured body of this male, it shambled closer and closer before it reached the door frame. It's dark green fingers wrapped around the frame of the door, the elongated fingers seeming to overlap before the males face peered through, it looking relatively normal, save the large tumors on his upper back, and on his arms, etc. The seemingly smoker male turned to see Andrew, smiling slightly as he said 'Ello there, i see someone's new to the whole 'i'm dead' kind of scenario, huh?' He said, a british accent staining his voice, and the shaggy black hair above his head styled so that it was spiked up, his eyes were a light hazel, or should i say eye? for one was missing in it's socket, and he was incredibly tall, almost six foot eight? Maybe an inch taller? He had an average build among most men, though seemed a little stiff with his sort of condition.
Andrew was simply baffled to hear someone speak to him, let along a walking corpse, and an intelligent one at that. He ran a hand over his throat, though forgetting completely that his hand was covered in a semi-dry substance, formerly known as blood. This certain substance left a few streaks of it's crimson pigment on his green skin, his voice was hoarse and he spoke with an extremely scratchy voice, it was hard for him to speak in general, so this was torture. He pointed his finger towards the tumor riddled man, slowly working out a few words such as:'...What?...How...Are...You….Able….To..Speak?' He got out in between clearing his throat multiple times, causing him great pain in his esophagus. The man, now indefinitely nicknamed as 'the smoker' had chuckled lightly and replied with a giddy expression. 'How am i able to speak? Well, i mean i am still a human you know, aside from all these annoying tumors and well...the coughing fits. I'm just like you, save the fact that my voice box isn't messed up.' the male said, shrugging slightly, hoping that he had convinced the other, giving a valid answer.
Andrew furrowed his brows slightly as he slowly hauled his body to it's feet, dusting himself off and stretching slightly before he asked the smoker, 'Thanks….For...Nothing.' He got out, wheezing with the few laughs he had gotten out, he passed the tall man, pushing him aside gently and slowly sitting himself on the bed. He worked out yet another sentence that said, 'So...What...happened?' Andrew had asked, glancing at the unique male across from him. The smoker sighed gently as he turned around, his former slouching had been eliminated with his straight posture, conveying his height in all of it's glory. The smoker looked at Andrew like he was a moron, raising a black brow in a 'are you serious?' expression. Though, upon inspecting Andrews face he knew that he wasn't joking on the situation, causing his rather happy-go-lucky features to seize and turn stern with the serious problem at hand.
After informing Andrew on the happenings of the government, and how they accidentally let loose a viral and incredibly infectious virus, how it turned most into mindless flesh eating infected, and some into unique, intelligent super-humans. In all of this, the smoker had almost forgot to introduce himself, he looked to Andrew and said. 'Oh! My apologies, i forgot to introduce myself, and i've been talking this entire time! My name is Aaron, and your name would be?' Aaron extended his long arm, his nimble fingers wrapping around his hand, Andrew's claws lightly pressing against the others hand at the time, replying with 'My..Name..Is..Andrew.' He stated, getting a better feel for speaking now that he had met someone who wouldn't stop.
Author note: Welp, that's it for chapter 2, hope you guys enjoyed it, it seems that now we had the smoker, and the hunter! Oh snap! o3o I'll continue the chapter in a few hours or a day, eh, it depends on what i can think about.
