Thank you all for the reviews! :3
Apologies for not having updated in weeks between school and the fact that Bioshock 2 came out I was a tad busy. =_=
I didn't think it was the greatest story but now with the push from you guys I really feel motivated to work on this. I also re-read it and decided to just go ahead and stop calling them it's and just use he, don't really know why I did that anyway.
And I'm thinking bout turning this to first person, seems like it would be much more simple. I'm testing it with this chapter so let me know if it should stay first or third, the help would be lovely~ 3
It was hard to find one's way in a dense and dark forest, even harder when one held in their arms the life of another. I pushed past bushes and trees trying to locate a good enough shelter for the Hunter, but so far with no such luck. It would be easy if I were the Tank, no one would dare come near me. Of course with my horrible luck I was a coughing, wheezing Infected with not much danger to offer. Even though we were both infected, just as most of the population was, the common only thought of one thing, and that was to kill and eat. The Hunter was bleeding, blood attracted Infected, and despite being one of them, they would attack the Hunter. It's true, I'd seen it happen to a common Infected, and shot by one of the Survivors. The guy lasted less than ten seconds, ravaged by the others. What I needed was a guard, or rather one of the Infected that would scare away the others until I could get the Hunter somewhere secure. As if some magical being from somewhere was listening in to my thoughts, I was granted a way by the sound of crying nearing as I made my way through the brush. The Witch was fairly nice if you didn't startle her, and I always did like to hear her go on about things when bored. No one would come near the Hunter as long as she was around, and just maybe things would stay peaceful long enough for me to sort through these horribly confusing feelings. I brought the med pack to me, laying it gently down on top of the Hunter, the weight not great enough to stir him. I sighed with a bit of relief, not wanting to cause him any more pain then he possibly was in. Pushing through the brush, I came on to the path, and in the middle of it was the Witch, sobbing away. I coughed lightly, catching her attention but not enough to startle her into rage. She turned her face to me, and upon seeing the Hunter stood from her spot.
"What do you want…?" she cried, wiping the tears from her glowing red eyes.
I coughed a bit trying to catch my breath for words, "Little… help." I managed these few words and was glad she understood. The Witch nodded at me and continued to cry as well as begin to walk. I followed her without hesitance. My only concern was the Hunter, and it was itching me as to why. I was always happy when he wasn't around because I wasn't worrying myself over whether he was getting too close to the Survivors, and yet on the other hand I couldn't help but worry where he was when I didn't know.
We reached a broken yet stable old house, the sight a miracle to me as it would provide a bed for the Hunter and maybe me some time to think for answers. I coughed at the Witch and moved inside, where I searched until I found the bedroom, still intact and relatively clean. The Witch could be heard crying outside. I smiled and silently thanked her for staying, because she would keep them away long enough for me to hopefully stop the bleeding. As gently as I could, I laid the Hunter down on to the bed, his breath hitching in the process just enough to have my nerves jump. I'd never taken care of another before, the entire thing was foreign to me, but at least I had a place to start. Taking the med pack, I stared in confusion at what to do to get inside. Telling common decency to fuck off, I tore at it with my claws until the contents of the pack were revealed. I coughed in annoyance at the amount of things, the choices. Where was I to start!? Taking a breath I stared at the pack, remembering back to all the times I watched the Survivors use them. They started with… this? I took hold of a tube filled with something… something used for healing, and figured that would be where I began. Placing the pack next to the Hunter, I climbed on to the bed next to him and moved for his sweater, taking the end of it and lifting it to his chest, tucking it in under itself to keep it still. The injury was gruesome to say the least, even I sat with cringe. The bullet had pierced his stomach and left a nasty hole through him, the shot having gone clean through his body. Lucky for him as well as the rest of us Infected, we didn't bleed nearly as much as humans did, making for dying of blood loss much harder. Considering, though, it had been a couple hours since the attack and I was feeling a bit more worried over his state. I couldn't see if he was okay, I wanted to look into his eyes for that reassuring look back, but there was nothing there to give me that lift. Flicking open the tube, I squeezed out as much as I could in one try and rubbed it along my hands before I began to run my fingers along and around the wound, being as slow and gentle as I could. The pain was still excruciating for the Hunter, my touch jolting him from sleep, his lips parting to let out the pained howl he rarely screamed. I bit my tongue, hating this pain in my chest after hearing the cry, but the fact that I was the one causing him to cry was worse. I continued to rub along the wound, the Hunter all but thanking me, his feet thrashing, claws reaching for me but missing by inches. Once I felt the work was done, I reached for the Hunter's wrists and pinned them to the bed, my eyes scanning his hollow sockets for something, anything.
I coughed, "Stop…" I whispered to him, removing myself from him to reach for the wraps that the Survivors used next.
The Hunter said nothing as I worked on him, save for the occasional whimper or growl. The wrapping was the worst, having to gently move him up to wrap the bandages around his wound but always moving him too far, causing him to yelp and wrench away. After great trial I accomplished wrapping his injury and sustaining many scratches from the angered infected. I stared at him as he lay there, breath finally calming down and body relaxing into the bed. The peace had been established when he fell asleep, his breath slow but regular, not moving or growling, simply sleeping. Lying down beside him, I figured sleeping myself wouldn't be too bad. With the Witch just outside I had no reason to stay up. Closing my eyes I let my hand slip down to slide into the Hunter's, taking the clawed hand and resting there. Before my mind went completely blank with sleep, I could swear his hand returned the grip.
"God dammit!" Francis growled, tossing the cards on to the deck, the wind successfully carrying them into the water. "I hate Go Fish," he huffed, stalking off to the edge of the boat. I rolled my eyes and placed the other cards in a deck, slipping a rubber band over them.
"We know Francis; don't get your panties in a bunch because you lost." He shot me glare that I ignored, placing the cards in the middle of Bill, Louis and I. The ride to the city was long and cold, and through it all I kept my mind on the two infected. The thought of two infected together was cute, and it's what I was hopping would become of the two. I doubted I'd see them again, but I could imagine... imagine them sleeping together, maybe a kiss here or there.
"Zoey!"
My eyes snapped open from the wonderful thoughts to stare at the office worker, excuse me, ex office worker. "Yeah Louis?"
He dealt me a set of cards. "Ready for another round?"
I smiled and took the cards, sitting up straight and nodding. Reluctantly Francis came back and we began again to play Go Fish with five missing cards.
My eye cracked open to the total darkness. It wasn't surprising that the sun hadn't shone. It hadn't in lord knows how long. My arms made an attempt to move, but were halted by a body. Staring down, I found the Hunter curled into me, arms slipped around my waist, my own around his back. The position wasn't so much embarrassing as the feelings that bubbled up. My eye grew wide, my cheeks felt hot, and my heart began to beat so fast I thought I would have a heart attack before anything even happened. My body froze as the other's began to move, the light movements making my heart beat all the faster. The Hunter simply turned, arms detaching from me, body switching to lying on his back. I lay still as stone, gathering what I could from what had happened, mind wracking for an answer, a clue, and yet nothing came to mind. I growled and sat up, rubbing my eye, tongue falling from my lips to rest down to the ground. My eye rested on the Hunter a moment before moving to the door. I could still hear the Witch, her cries echoing through the forest, warding off any potential wanderers. Moving over to the Hunter's side, I bent down, arms folding against the bed and chin placing against them. My eye scanned the body, taking in everything I could see. Soft lips parting to reveal pointed, bloody teeth, soft looking skin complimented the perfectly thin face. It was creepy enough to stare, but it was worse to still not know the answer to my all important question. Sighing, I picked myself up and ran a hand through messy brown hair, taking notice of the stirring Infected. I coughed, expecting to get growled at for being there, but I instead got a whimpering. I stared down to find the Hunter not stirring but shaking, his body moving against the bed, breathing becoming ragged and, unnerved, I panicked and moved over to him, climbing on him and holding him down in hopes of preventing the shaking. My knowledge was so small when it came to this, my mind wracked for an answer, it searched for any sort of idea, and yet all it came down to was holding the Hunter. At last his body stopped shaking, as did his breathing. I coughed loudly, my worry turning into a freak out. I scrambled to move off of him, searching for anything to help. As usual I got nothing, and the Hunter's breathing had been nonexistent for an entire minute. My panic was pretty much through the roof, my coughing never-ending. With nothing left to do, with no other option but this one little thought, I acted. My tongue slipped into my mouth and my mouth connected with the Hunter's. It was awkward, yet at the same time, I couldn't help but want more.
They stayed there; I stood there and after a few seconds of soft lips to smoky ones, I felt the other's chest rise against mine. Pulling away, I let my tongue out along with a sigh of pure relief. Whatever I had done had not only been the greatest feeling, but had also brought the Hunter back from what I had feared most. The Hunter let out a low groan, body arching off the bed before relaxing against it. Leaning against the closed door, I slid to the floor. The day had only been three hours in and already I was exhausted and ready for more sleep. My eye slipped closed, my mind calming to the fact that I could hear the Hunter's calming breath.
I had figured something out today. It wasn't exactly what I had wanted, yet it was a start. It was more than I had just the other night. I liked him, I liked the Hunter. The word wasn't the one I was searching for, but it was my beginning.
Second Chapter Win? o 3o