Honestly. How exactly do you explain to a flesh eating zombie that, while you are thankful that he helped you out, you just want him to go away now and stay away.

"shoo, I dun want your zombie cooties" :(

Chapter needs a name ...


Chapter 4

It took me a good three hours to finally get to sleep after the hunter's show of dominance. So when I woke up to find him not only near me, but under the blankets of my little nest with him pressed against my back, I was none too pleased. Obviously I couldn't really do anything about his lack of manners but I was going to make it as clear as possible that I was not happy with him being so close to me. As well as his general "I'm the dominant male" routine.

Luckily he seemed to be asleep, meaning I could get up, get some food, and check on my injuries. Not only was my ankle sprained but the hunter's claws had dug into my sides and left quite a few gashes. He didn't give me a chance to clean them last night so I just had to hope they weren't going to get infected.

As I moved to get up the hunter growled and tried to wrap and arm around me to keep me in place. I dodged his arm and batted it away. "No" I kept my voice stern as I faced him. He sat up, growling more menacingly but I didn't back down. "I need to clean my wounds - the ones you caused from your claws. And I need to eat. So no, I'm not going to lay down with you." I snorted and dug into my supply box for my med kits.

I half expected to get pounced again, but my words were only met with mere grumbles as he settled back down into the warm bed and yanked the covers away. Now exposed to the air, I realized just how cold it was. "Geesh, no wonder you don't want to get up, freaking freezing out there!" I chuckled lightly, but hurried to get the stuff I needed. Food would wait for now, fixing myself up came first.

I dragged the kits into my lap and hiked up my shirt to inspect the damage. At least a dozen scratches and gashes covered my sides. Honestly I don't blame him for it, I'd take scratches over having my head split open while dangling by my leg any day. The sound of shifting sheets caught my attention and soon I was grabbed again and pulled back into the blanket nest - or at least most of me was.

My unamused attempts to get away turned into squirming as I felt the hunter licking my sides. He growled but I couldn't help it, my sides were ticklish and his tongue gliding over the skin there - which made it much worse. "No! Eeee! that tickles!" I tried to muffle my voice but it was hard to. I felt him nip me, growling again to tell me to quiet down and stop squirming.

I didn't want him licking my wounds anyways, his mouth was probably dirty and full of germs. "Gah, stop licking me! I can clean them myse-OUCH!" He bit down on my side, growling louder. I whined but the message was clear, shut up and hold still.


Derp.. Zombie no listen to you stupid girl. Just give up :

Sorry it is short but I wanted to update and this part doesn't mesh nicely enough with the next chapter to be put together.