It was almost 5am, and she was still crying.
Her sobbing moans hadn't softened in over six hours, and it was startlingly fascinating to hear the young woman's trembling body shift from one stance to another, the grass crippling lightly under the gentle pressure of her weight. She was obviously psychotic, her challenging mental abilities were impressive though, I must admit.
Her desperate pleas had attracted survivor upon survivor toward her, yet each of them had been left in a pile of flesh and blood along the street. She begged for attention, but once given to her, she eradicated those that initiated such attention in the first place. She was quite the enigma. Her blood red eyes glowed with an evil I couldn't even surmount to, and her nails – which I had witnessed earlier – sliced out from her cuticles over six hours ago. They were serrated knives as sharp and deadly as loose icicles hung from a cave. Their metallic colour was coated with a thick, red substance. Ever since their emergence, she hadn't stopped crying.
If I hadn't heard her animalistic screaming from her earlier transformation, I may have also mistaken her for a delicious sweet left abandoned on the street. But then again, I was smart enough to judge from a distance, rather than to throw myself into hazardous situations.
Since my arrival onto this rooftop, most of my time had been occupied in ensuring my fellow comrade was recovering from his fatal incident with the survivors. After carefully wrapping his injuries with his thick sweatshirt, I was able to stop the blood flow to ensure a speedy recovery.
As of now, I was still awaiting his successful awakening.
Though I was taking my time to heal my injured friend, I also had to use this precious time in searching for someone to eat. I hadn't eaten in those six hours, and my thundering stomach was distracting me from my steady course of action: to kill all survivors.
It would have to be now, as now was a good a time as any. I leapt to my feet and stalked my way to the edge of the rooftop, and climbed upon the ledge that separated my body from the downfall to the street below. Without my sight, I relished in my powerful senses that were able to lead me to any desired destination.
The air was thick and hazy with the scent of blood and guts. Although it smelled fantastic, it would taste nothing like the fresh coat of a human's blood direct from the source of their wound. My body tingled involuntarily as a smile spread across my tainted lips. I allowed myself to hear the sounds of the suburb, avoiding the noisy group of humans a kilometre away. I had to focus on finding one who was alone, one who was drawn to certain dangers.
And there it was: the screech of a car alarm. I hissed fanatically into the air as I dropped to my feet, feeling the heat spread over my muscles and stretched my legs, leaping to the opposite rooftop metres away from my previous post.
My hunger reached its limits as I bounded again, diagonally, and reached the top of a building, my tongue lapping excitedly to the side of my lips. Oh, how my stomach rumbled from the absence of untainted food. Such hunger I never thought I would experience pounded my insides and tightened my organs. Never before had hunger been so painful.
My haphazard emotions were able to control the pain I felt, so I allowed myself to feel only a degree of it. This would keep me going, allowing me to hunt until I was satisfied, and motivating me to dominate over my prey, because they will not win.
Leaping to an abandoned rooftop, I could smell the street littering with the infected, all hungry and fighting for the ounce of food they could receive. But I would not let them eat. Not until I was fed.
Underneath the dank smell of infected blood, I could detect minor hints of the human scent, and immediately, my mouth filled with saliva. It was time I enjoyed my delivered delicacy. Searching amongst the crowd, I could pinpoint the locations of two humans; their sweat-coated bodies were distinctly arousing to all infected senses. That was their major disadvantage.
One of them, obviously noticing their abrupt loss, fled the scene and deserted their partner who was mindlessly pointing the barrel of his empty shotgun at the corrupt faces of his enemies. The suicidal partner, through all his panicky antics, attracted the majority of the horde that began sprinting after him, leaving his partner in the freezing hands of death.
I salvaged in this advantageous opportunity and leapt from my vantage point, my arms stretching out in front of me, eagerly desiring the unblemished taste of his skin and the splattering of his blood all over my face.
I landed harshly and emitted a growl of annoyance as my knees connected to the concrete. The road cracked under the impact of my pounce. The human lay dead underneath me, his skull had been smashed against the concrete, shattering his skull and sending blood puddling along the street due to my immense strength.
My legs were efficient in locking the human in place which ensured no means of escape. Although this position was foreign to me, it allowed me direct access to my prey's vital organs. I shredded through his clothing in a number of seconds, my claws were twitching to be used. Upon reaching his cream-coloured skin, my claws were excitedly invited to devour line upon line of tender skin, tearing open several wounds at once and drawing blood that tempted several of the commons closer.
I growled at them menacingly, baring my jagged teeth in a war that would only end in my success. If one were to disrupt me, one would have to pay the consequences. My mouth watered at the thought of murderously killing them off, one by one…
I slashed at the human again, my thoughts carelessly distracting me from the pounding of my stomach. I was in desperate need of a fix. My claws tore through his skin like melted butter, and I relished in the pure taste of his blood, allowing some of his flesh to mingle in to create a juicy, bloody concoction of human meat. I allowed the remains of his flesh to melt in my mouth, savouring the taste as I leapt up, already finished with my meal and sprinted in the direction of the second survivor.
The juicy taste pushed me harder, faster, almost tempting me and testing my hunting abilities in order to catch my prey.
I caught up to the commons easily enough as I pounced from building to rooftop, landing and leaping, dodging metal and brick alike, as my momentum fastened my efficient pace.
No one could escape me.
As I neared the horde, I used several of their bodies to launch me farther, gaining speed and covering ground as the distance between the human and I closed up in seconds. I heard the human's footsteps halt for one second as he unlocked a door. His immense fright prevented any grace as a metal bolt clanged noisily to the floor, causing an explosion of sound to erupt in my ear drums.
Ignoring such distractions, I took my final leap, charging my body with power as I crashed through the closing steel door. I landed sloppily on the floor, my body rolling uncontrollably as I let out surprised whines. My body rolled until I was stopped by the collision of the solid wall against my side.
I felt the rush of wind as the steel door swung in my direction. With reflexes as rapid as my own, I dodged the incoming blow and heard as the door rebounded off the wall and slammed back into place. It self-locked and kept the commons on the opposite side of our enclosed space, prohibiting them entrance or any chance of stealing my kill.
The human noticed my presence as his sweat filled the room, the intoxicating scent of it taunting me to crunch him to pieces. His breathing was unstable and irregular. He let out a squeal and flicked the switch of an object he appeared to be holding. I froze for a moment, realising he was using his weapon. The blood in my body clenched to my veins like ice. I couldn't move.
He continuously clicked the trigger of his weapon, but all bullets failed to successfully hit me. His abrupt scream made me realise that his weapon was empty. Gloatingly, a wicked smile spread across my face, highlighting my serrated, yellowed incisors that would slice his skin apart and suck on the tender bones, replenishing my hunger and strengthening my muscles.
He gasped involuntarily, screaming and scrambling as far away from me as the room allowed. He knew his death was approaching. This would be no meal. I would rip him apart, flesh, by muscle, by bone, until I was satisfied.
I grinned wider, exposing my larger, more vicious fangs and realised I was giving my unwelcome guests an entertaining show to watch and to be tempted by, rather than to participate in.
With the infected cries of rage, hunger and jealousy at my ear, I stalked closer, letting my claws dangle ferociously by my side as I closed the distance between us.
His piercing scream was the last sound I heard as I lunged for his neck.
A/N: I've decided to continue with this story as I have big ideas coming up!
So stay tuned, hope you enjoyed it.