Jesse POV:

I held the machete close as I wandered around the first floor of the hotel. I entered what looked like the kitchen. There was old and rotting food laying around every where. Bodies lined the floor and what looked like the chef was gnawing on some poor boy. I snuck up behind the infected and ended it before it could end me.

I made my way out of the kitchen and continued looking around for any type of disinfectant. I decided to clean out the hotel of any infected, which wasn't many, and lock the front doors. I also closed and locked the gate doors in the front in case any infected broke through the glass.

I even hurriedly searched all five levels in about an hour. I cleaned out all infected that I saw and grabbed any medicine or bandages I saw. I found some antibiotics in a suitcase along with doctor shit that I didn't know. I'm guessing a doctor or something like that was staying here. Or maybe a nurse. I walked out of the room and silently walked towards the stairs to head to the fourth floor.

As I reached the stairs I heard a coughing noise and a choking sound. I pulled the machete up just as a slimy tong wrapped around my waist and pulled me down. I let out a scream as I was being dragged along. I brought the machete up and sliced off the tong. It fell limp around my waist and I threw the machete into the smoker and right into the top of its head.

To think that just a few weeks ago I was living with my boyfriend and working at a bar. God I miss Kyler. I shook my head as I remembered him. I needed to focus on Bree right now. She was the one in serious danger. Not to mention shes under a great deal of stress not knowing if her fiance is alive or not. I saw her as a little sister. She was the most important to me right now, and I could loose her.

I walked up to the dead smoker pinned to the wall and yanked the machete out of its skull. Seeing the smokers brown hair reminded me of Kyler. I sighed and just closed my eyes for a second. I needed to try to get Kyler off my mind. At least until Bree was better.

When I got to our door I heard a thump and rushed into the room. "Bree!" I shouted and rushed over to her. I opened the backpack and rolled Bree over onto her back to examine her wounds again.

Seeing a women naked didn't bother me. Sure I was shocked when she just walked out like this, but I just wasn't attracted to women. I think they're beautiful, I just don't get those silly feelings in my pants when I saw one naked.

I pulled some disinfectant and put it on Bree's infected wounds. I rubbed them on as gently as I could and tried to pick her up. She wasn't heavy, but I was scared to hurt her. I cradled her in my arms and placed her on the couch. I sat her up and carefully wrapped her up with bandages.

I laid her back down and walked over to the kitchen. It looked like she went and got a water bottle. I picked it up and brought it over to her. I placed the bottle up to her mouth and tilted her head back to try and get her to drink some.

Her eyes opened a little and she drank the water slowly. "That a girl. Drink it up." I smiled at her and she tried to smile back.

"Isaac..." She called out to me.

Oh Shit. She's hallucinating. The medicine better work on her. I don't know what I will do if I loose her now.

"No Bree its Jesse." I told her in a soft voice. Tears came to her eyes and she started to cry.

"I miss him so much." She sobbed.

My heart clenched painfully seeing her like this. So weak and upset. Its not like her. She's normally strong willed and happy to be alive as we kept fighting to survive. She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me close, crying into my neck. I encircled my arms around her waist gently and let her cry on me.

She passed out again and I lowered her body down onto the couch again. She had a fever. I walked into the kitchen and found a clean dish towel and got it wet using a water bottle. She needed it more right now. I walked back over to her body and placed the towel on her forehead. She was breathing heavily and was sweating badly. Her chest wasn't exposed anymore as the bandages covered it up.

I sighed and sat down on the ground next to her. I was so tired with everything that happened today. I just hoped I got all the infected in the hotel and blocked every way one could get in through.

My mind traveled to Kyler. He was always so hyperactive and energetic. I loved the man. His dark brown hair and grey eyes. His 6'5 height and tanish skin. I smiled at the though of him. I knew he was alive. He had to be alive. He had too. He had a tattoo of our initials on his inner wrists.

I think I heard Bree say something about her fiance being covered in tattoos. He was crazy enough to get it all done 6 months before the infection started. I think he had his arms sleeved in tattoos and is whole torso.

A scratch at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly sat up and reached for Bree's pistils. I walked over to the door and raised the guns. I quickly opened it and got ready. There crouching on the ground was a hunter. I must have missed it. I had the guns pointed at his head but he didn't move an inch. He raised his head up to where I could barely see his eyes. His hood blocked any light from allowing me to see his face completely, but I knew those eyes. I saw them before. I froze just before pulling the trigger.

The hunter just sat there. He didn't move to attack me in my stunned state or even looked like a predator. His figure was relaxed and clam. Like he wasn't even aware that I was human. That I was food to him. I dropped one gun but kept the right one pointed at his head. I needed to see. I moved my left hand toward his hood and he let out a growl. I froze again and stared into his eyes. He stopped growling and I continued for his hood.

Once I pulled it back I saw that what I thought was a hunter, was a human. Or he looked like a human. His eyes were more pale and clouded over than normal, and his skin was so pale, it looked like a whitish color. But other than that he was looked human.

He raised one of his hands and pointed behind me. Sharp claws replaced his nails. They looked like they were painted black. He was covered in filth and blood, just like I was.

I looked to where he was pointed to see Bree. I looked back at the hunter and he let out a whining noise. Could I trust this hunter? Was he really who I thought he is? Or was? Damn. I've never seen a hunter act like this. The hunter suddenly made a sound that sounded like he was trying to clear his throat.

"B... Bri... Brianna..." The hunter struggled to say. His voice was rough like he hadn't spoken in weeks. Which he probably hasn't. Okay Now I'm insane. A hunters talking to me. I froze and my eyes widened.

He talked? No infected has ever talked. As he was saying her name I saw his teeth. They had a fangs on the top and bottom row of teeth that made him look wolf like. They were clean and white too. Not normal for a hunter to have.

The hunters eyes moved to my own. I sighed. I hope I don't regret this. "If I let you in," I spoke to him. He nodded for me to continue. "you are to stay away from her until she is better and I know we can trust you. Stay at least five feet from her. Do you understand me? I'm only trying to keep her safe, and Iv'e never trusted an infected. They did this to her. Understand me?" I was talking to a fucking hunter, of course he didn't understand me.

"U...nder...stood.." The hunter got out. Or maybe he did understand. I nodded to him and moved aside. He crawled in and sat about exactly five feet from the couch, his eyes on Bree the whole time. A smile made its way to my face. Boy she's gonna get a surprise when she wakes up.

"Jesse?" I heard Bree mumble as I picked up the gun and close the door, locking it like always. I looked over at her to see her eyes still closed and her was reaching out blindly.

I walked over to her and set the guns down on the table. I grabbed onto her hand. "I'm her Bree. Everything is okay." He fever seemed to have gone down. She relaxed again and was out within seconds. I set her hand down across her belly and wandered over to the backpack. I searched through it for the little black box and Bree's wallet. I found them and stuck the box into my jeans pocket. I walked over and sat a few feet away from the hunter. His hood was back up to cover his face. He turned his gaze from Bree to me. He tilted his hood as I Held her wallet up. I opened it and took out the picture. I showed it to him.
"Is this you?" I asked. He took it from me with shaky hands and looked at the picture. He nodded slowly and I let out a sigh of relief. Only one thing left to know if its really him. "Do you remember your name?" Again the hunter nodded.

I pulled the box out and opened it taking the ring out. He looked up at me and let out a whining noise. He reached for the ring and I placed it in his palm. He examined it and then held up his hand to show the engagement ring that he had on his ring finger.

"May I?" I asked as I gestured to his ring. He nodded and I took it off of him to look at the engravement. his ring said 'Brianna' and the ring I handed him said 'Isaac'. I put the ring back onto his finger and he held the ring to his chest. He pointed to the ring, then to Bree, then to his ring finger.

"She took it off so she wouldn't loose it. She would have lost her soul if she lost it." I told him. He crawled an inch forward but stopped. He looked over to me and whined. I sighed but nodded my head anyways. He let out a happy sounding noise and crawled over to Brees side.

He reached out with a clawed hand and gently cupped her cheek with his right hand. His thumb moved in circles on her cheek and her grabbed her left hand with his. He gently placed the ring on the right finger and let out a small whining noise.

"She'll get better. She's a strong women." I told him. The hunter nodded as he watched Bree sleep. I knew how to surprise her. I stood up and moved over to them I reached down and shooed the hunter back a little. He whined but obeyed me. I picked Bree up and held her close. Apparently the hunter knew I wouldn't hurt her because he made no noise or objection and followed me into a bed room. I placed Bree under the covers of one of the beds and tucked her in.
I stood up straight and turned to the hunter. "Want to surprise her?" I asked him. He nodded eagerly. I smiled and walked towards the bathroom. He followed in behind me. "Then lets clean you up. I tried the bath tub and laughed when the water turned on. "Yes!" I exclaimed. I turned it warm and kept it unplugged.
I turned to the hunter to see him shaking his head at the water and clawing at the locked door. "If you want to be seen by her, you need to be cleaned." I walked over to him and knelt in front of him. "Do you want her to see you covered in blood?" I asked him. He hesitated before he shook his head 'no'. I smiled and reached for his hoodie zipper. I pulled it down and slowly inched it off of him. He growled as the light hit his eyes and I quickly dimmed the lights.

"Better?" I asked. He nodded and I threw his hoodie into a hamper. I helped him pull his black tank-top off and whistled lowly. Damn. He had a nice body. And I was right. She did say he was covered in tattoos. His skin didn't look too unhealthy, he was just pale. I reached for the top of his jeans and undid them. He kicked them and his red boxers off like he didn't like them on.

I tried to ignore his bits and giggles, but damn, he had to be at least nine inches long and three inched wide. Holy shit. More than average. I pointed to the tub and he crawled in. I grabbed the cup from the sink and a wash cloth from one of the drawers and began to wash his body. I told him to scrub his bits and giggles which he did. Once his front, arms and legs where done I told him to turn around so I could get his back.

Once I saw his back I noticed the nail trails that scarred down his back. I smiled as I remembered something Bree told me once. I let out a giggle and scrubbed his back clean. He was a very handsome hunter, or man, or what ever he was. He couldn't have been a full hunter. He could talk, understand me, and even remember things from when he was human. Maybe he wasn't a hunter. His claws weren't as long as the other hunters her saw, and his teeth were not all sharp like them either.

I sighed and examined his clean back. He had the tattoos going around the claw scars and had them avoided all together. It made the tattoo pop out even more. After I cleaned his hair and face I let him crawl out. He sat on the rug dripping wet. I chuckled and helped him dry off. Once he was dry I placed the towel around his waist and helped him stand up. He stood up shakily and stumbled out of the bathroom. I kept a good grip on him but he fell back down to a crouch, the towel falling away as he went. Guess he's not ready for standing yet.

I went into the living room and grabbed him some of my clothes. Some black boxers, a white wife beater, a dark red and black hoodie, and some dark blue skinny jeans. I helped him get dressed and let him crawl into bed next to Bree. Not before telling him to keep his hood down, and to be careful with her injuries and his claws. I made sure he agreed before leaving the room for them to be alone. I just hope he stays tamed.