This is where you see she is cracked. It's humorous but yet slightly disturbing. So watch yourself.
I pulled my thoughts away from the past.
There was nothing I could do for either of them now.
Maybe if I had gone to Damien, he would still be alive. But I didn't, I was a coward.
"Damn it. Stop," I screamed as I shoved myself off the bed.
I mentally punched myself until the guilt settle back into my gut. I had made in to the highest floor of the building, seventeen floors.
That's a lot of fucking stairs.
I hadn't run into a single infected but that would make sense. The Sunny was for the economically sound so when the 'richies ' heard all about the virus they called up their private jets and were swept away to some isolated location.
Yes, you had to be that rich to live here.
I was too tired to keep going so I went to the first door I came to on the last floor.
Lucky for me, it was empty. My luck should be running out soon, possibly when I needed it the most.
My whole body ached as I shuffled into the dark room and the next thing I knew I was nestled between the covers of the most comfortable thing I've had the pleasure to sleep on for a very long time still wearing my filthy clothes.
Damn rich people need to share more often.
I went over to the window and looked out into the night sky; there was no good in leaving until morning. There was a sliding mirror door that I decided must be the closet and ventured over to take a peek at the fresh clothes.
I didn't really care what I wore as long as it was clean so I grabbed the first large shirt and sweats I found.
Maybe later I'll look for some jeans. The sweats were small so the jeans shouldn't be too bad.
The bathroom door was already open so I peered in quickly before going in.
I turned on the sink to see if the plumbing still worked and was greeted with the splash of clear water.
I ran my hands through it, enjoying the fresh feeling it brought me. I put the clothes on the counter and cupped my hands in the water, bringing it to my lips to drink greedily.
It was like fucking heaven.
Then I got the pleasure to pee in a toilet, which was almost as wonderful as sex, almost.
The shower was calling to me and I wasted no time to peel the clothes from my body and stepping into the stall.
The water was hot as I turned the nozzle. That was a damn good water heater.
Then my mind went blank and I simply enjoyed the small luxuries I once took for granted.
Then I thought came to me; the hunter.
Does it know I'm still alive?
It would be a matter of time before all the common infected would evolve and become just as intelligent as a hunter or smoker.
Then it would be a new can of worms if all the infected can open up a door. I wonder if that means they will continue to evolve to the point where they can do other things, like use a gun or even communicate besides wailing at each other.
Then the infected could be able to distinguish between a random noise and that of the living. I shook her head; my imagination was running wild again.
Then something moved in the corner of my eye, something dark like a shadowy mass that loomed over you in nightmares.
I made sure to be slow with my movements; I sucked in a breath to calm my nerves as best I could but almost lost it when I saw it; that God damn hunter.
Instinct blinded my train of thought and I stepped as far from the monster as possible. Something difficult in a shower so I just cornered myself up against the wall.
Way to go dumb ass.
He was peering through the fogged glass door; my only means of escape, there was nothing I could do. Then he opened the door; that caught me off guard.
I would expect him to just pounce through the glass; maybe these infected were smarter than I thought.
He stood there a moment, straight on two legs, not crouched like he was about to attack. His face was obscured in the shadows of his hood, not that I was interested to see his face.
I pressed myself even closer to the wall, willing to become one with it and disappear. Much luck that did, I knew it would run out.
He took a step closer and then I realized I was naked. My cheeks immediately flushed, which was stupid because modesty wasn't going to get me anywhere but trouble.
Then suddenly he rushed me, was it because of my flush?
Damn it.
I will the embarrassment away, at least it worked. But he was still here, right in my face.
I slowly pulled my gaze away from where I expect his eyes to be. He was soaking himself in the stream of the water, russet blood and dirt pooled at his feet before flowing down the drain.
He was the same one that killed my teammates.
He tracked me and now he was going to finish me off.
So why didn't he just do it already?
He growled and I whimpered a little, looking back up to him.
That was probably stupid.
He turned his gaze to the stream of water showering him and for the first time I could see his face. He was pale, sickly pale with hollow looking eyes that appeared bruised.
A nasty cut was drawn on his cheek from his left eye to his jaw and his mouth was twisted into a scary grimace.
Then he turned his head to the nozzle and his face was lost again in his hood.
The water was suddenly shut off.
Holy shit, it turned it off!
But my surprise was shut short when he turned back to me.
Had he sensed my shock?
His hand extended out to me and I gulped as his claw traced my jaw bone. He brought his head to the crook of my neck and I nearly feel.
What the hell was wrong with me?
What the hell was wrong with this hunter?
My question was answered when I felt him inhale my scent, his nose trailed down my throat then up again as he reach my collar bone.
He was fucking sniffing me.
Was he trying to detect me as the same person he saw earlier? Was it a good thing that a bathed?
It shouldn't mater, one way or the other I was a goner.
Obviously, I bathed well because he jerked himself away as if in frustration.
I think he was just plain curious now and confused. With him suddenly gone I lost my balance to stumble on my ass, making a loud noise as I did so. My head landed on my knees and I allowed it to remain there.
But the hunter didn't agree because he crouched and launched himself at me again, one clawed hand dug into my hip and I yelped out in pain, bringing my head up to smack against the wall.
I really wanted to sleep again but my mind refused to welcome the darkness. I opened my eyes when the claws pulled away from my body.
He was still looking at me; I wish I could see his expression.
Nothing was making sense.
It got more confusing when it crouched closer to me, his claws settled on my knees and he pulled my legs apart.
Oh shit.
My eyes widen and a strange feeling knotted in my gut. That's it, I've gone crazy. Guilt washed over me and he paused abruptly.
Again, he acted as if he could feel my emotions. If this is the case I sure as hell won't be feeding him any of my fear or anger.
I wonder if he knew how sensual this was. Maybe he is acting on some memory of his life before he became a hunter.
No, if he was intelligent enough to remember he would know how wrong all this was. He wouldn't have killed.
He started moving again, breaking my train of though. He moved closer to me, God I wish I had some clothes.
Or a gun - where did I put it anyways? What does it matter, I was careless to not bring it with me, I diverse to die.
He grabbed my jaw and forced me closer, I guess to inspect my face. I could feel his breath on me.
It was hot, not what I expected.
The warm feeling came back and I felt disgusted all over again. If he didn't have my face I would slam my head against the wall.
And then all hell broke loose in me. His face fell back to my neck but he didn't breathe me in again.
It was worse.
I felt something hot and wet tickle my jaw and a gasp hitched in my throat.
Oh God, no he didn't.
I could feel his teeth graze against my flesh and I shivered against him. I wanted to kill him for what he was doing to me.
He pulled away a little only to place his mouth over mine. His tongue darted into mine and I couldn't stop the moan from escaping me.
Oh God, kill me now. I just moaned into the mouth of an infected, psycho killer.
It pulled away as if startled and growled at me; his claws grasped me tighter, drawing blood.
I gasped in pain and he came down to my mouth again and explored me.
He must be tasting me; can he tell who I am from my taste? I guess he could because he pulled away from me again and drug me up with him to our feet.
I didn't realize how warm he was until he was away and my wet body began to shake uncontrollably.
I had to remind myself that he wasn't dead; he was infected, though I didn't know there was a difference until now.
I think I was going into shock because I fell into him, and otherwise, I would never do that.
Well maybe, I was going crazy if an infected could turn me on.
What a surprise it took me when he grabbed me roughly before I fell and against my stomach I could feel something warm and hard through the wet pants of the hunter.
A dead person defiantly couldn't get a hard on.
Did he understand anything that was going on?
Since I was crazy I let my curiosity get the best of me; I let my arms fall to my side, my hand gently grazed against the hardness between his legs.
The hunter stiffened against me and his member twitched against me.
It was funny; really, he had no idea what he was doing to me or to himself.
One more chapter and it's done. You know what to do. :3