Eek! Sorry guys, with school and everything it has been a bit harder to get all of this writing done! Well, here it is. Chapter Seven!

All I remember is the darkness…then the scream of the man's gun. A piercing, excruciating pain came to me, and I realized a terrible wound in my side. I yelped, and everything slowly went black. When I woke up, I had no clue how to react to the small girl who was on the floor in a corner of the room with me, resting her head on my chest. I was utterly confused. When I finally came to my senses, I had to get up. But something cold and metallic was wrapped tightly around my wrists, holding me back. Chains? I wondered who had put them there. The kind young girl approached me, but I didn't know what to do. I was afraid of what would happen to me next, would they do this to me again? I growled, but the tiny female pounced on me, showing her true strength. What was it with her and this girl? They had been side by side since last night, when I arrived. Did they know each other before she was turned?

My wound stung furiously while the young girl washed it with some kind of bubbling liquid in a large brown bottle. It hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to the initial bullet entry. The skin around the deep cut was completely clean after the bubbling subsided. What was that stuff? It worked very strangely…

I would never let them do this to him again. Never. They would have to get through me before they even thought of hurting him again.

Why am I saying this? It's not like I love him or anything! He's not my male, I'm not his female. He is just a friend…right? I'm sure that's all he thinks of me, but what do I think of him? I'm not sure…hmm…If he considers me his, then I can call him mine, right? Is that how it works with these things? I think I really like him…

I was so confused with all of this Hunter stuff. Was I his mate if he said so? Or was it the other way around? Maybe it was a mutual decision…anyway it was important. Maybe I did want to be his…or maybe he already had a female. But there were much more important things going on now.

Christina walked to the bathroom door and knocked a few times. After a moment she heard heavy breathing and mumbling coming from in the tiny bathroom. "Christian! What are you doing? Jeez, you've been in there for nearly twenty minutes! What the hell are you doing and who's in there with you?" she said goofily. Anna and Sienna laughed, but not at Christina's remark. They were watching Ash taunt the male Hunter. Seeing he was chained and could not reach her, she was teasing him! After a minute, Ash lifted her nose to the air and smelled a familiar scent. It was a bag of Oreo cookies in Rick's backpack. She quickly ran to the bag and tore right through it using her short, yet razor sharp claws. She took a cookie and put it on the floor, feet in front of the male. He struggled and squirmed, but failed at retrieving it. Ash looked at him apologetically and smiled. She picked up the cookie and handed it to him, inching closer and closer until her body was against his. Suddenly everyone in the room, including the two Hunters, turned their attention to the scream coming from outside the bathroom.

The door swung open slowly to reveal the cause of Christina's panic. Christian was collapsed on the floor, his chest moving rapidly as he took in raspy breaths. He was passed out, but still breathing and occasionally twitching his leg. Everyone looked at the leg that was now spasming. Sienna gasped at the sight. Christian's foot was exposed and bloody, the skin torn away all the way up to his ankle. Rick shuddered and Anna looked away, but soon looked back again. There were blood-soaked bandages all over the floor and blood was splattered on the door and sink. Ash let out an odd sounding cry and pulled away from the male.

She arrived at the door and ran inside. She quickly put her head to Christian's chest. As soon as she heard the beat she stood and blushed; a rosy color flooding to her pale face. She glanced at the Hunter who was chained in the opposite corner of the room. They exchanged sad expressions before she returned to her limp friend. The sun was up now, and none of them had got any sleep. Christian's eyes slowly opened and he let out a scream of pain. Nobody had ever seen tears on the tough guy's face, but here they were. He started to look down, but Christina held his head up, not wanting him to see the torn foot. "Just stay calm, Christian, and everything will be okay," she said softly. She managed to form a tiny, twisted smile and a quiet, squeaky, hoarse laugh. She was trying to make this situation better, but she knew there was not much she could do.

Ash paced in the small room, her chest heaving as she took in deep, quick breaths. She was on all fours, going around in circles on the dirty tile floor. Christina called Sienna over and asked her to get some more supplies, as well as some food. Maybe she could distract him with it while she worked on his foot. Sienna came in and gasped, grabbing her stomach and covering her mouth. "Here-here's the foo-food you wanted. And I got more med-medical supplies," she managed to choke out as she gagged at the sight of Christian's foot; bones exposed and bloody. She ran out of the room and everyone heard a terrible coughing, gagging sound. Christina kneeled down on the cold tile and gave Christian the food. He quickly ate it and smiled.

"You people never expect me to care about anything," he said in a hoarse voice as he let out a raspy cough. "I don't feel so great," he said quietly. Ash looked at him and whined. The male Hunter was now struggling hard to get out of his chains and investigate all the commotion. He was getting angry at these things that restricted him, tight around his wrists and short so he could no longer be with the humans. He tried with all his might to get out of them, but nothing worked. After failing a few times, he tried something new.

Gathering all of the strength that he had in him, he used it all to twist around and leap into the air. One of the chains snapped, while the other was weakened. One of the links was beginning to bend. All he had to do now was destroy that one link, and the entire chain would be useless. He pulled on it hard, but he was too weak. He had lost so much blood, and when he broke the other chain, he used up all of the strength left in him. Then an idea came to him. He grabbed the chain and bit it with his strong teeth. After just a few seconds, it snapped. The Hunter jumped weakly while everyone had their attention on Christina and Christian. He landed on Rick's bed and pounced down to the floor below. It was a bunk bed, and he hardly made it up there. Anna looked up to see the Hunter jumping right over her and landing in front of her. Ash looked over and growled. The male was suddenly tense as his back arched and his shoulder's rose. He snarled and stared at Anna intensely.

Rick grabbed his gun again, but the Hunter jumped away, then towards him, knocking his gun out of his hands. Then a smile reached the Hunter's face; a sort of happy, but sort of crazed smile. He reached out towards Rick and opened his hand, revealing the rubber ball he had played with last night. The Hunter put it in Rick's hand and bounced around the room, as if asking to play. Rick looked at this and thought to himself, I've gone freaking insane! He threw the ball and sure enough, the Hunter threw himself after it. He seemed to have regained most of his energy some how, and now he was extremely hyper. Ash looked at the sight and growled a warning to them both. She pointed to the shaking body on the floor and whimpered slightly. They both stopped and came over to have a look at the injured man. He was fully awake now; shivering and shaking on the hard tile.

Christian looked at the Hunter staring down at him. The young male whined quietly and smiled at him. He didn't mean harm…but he also almost tore Christian's foot off. Nobody could trust him, even if they wanted to. Ash looked at him and smiled, turning to Christina. "H-hurt," she said quietly. A frown appeared on Christina's face as she nodded.

"He's very hurt."

The male looked at Christian and then suddenly lifted his head and yelled. Everybody drew guns, but nobody pointed. They all stepped back, not even realizing the sound coming from outside. The Hunter yelled out again and growled viciously, making everyone point their guns at him. He pounced towards them, landing inches away from Christina. He faced her and sniffed and growled again. She let out a tiny whimper, trying not to show him her fear. He turned around, but stayed right there in front of her. He kneeled down and lifted Christina off the tile, who was not happy about it. He winced at the pain in his foot and leg, and then started hitting the Hunter. "Let go of me!" he shouted. The Hunter finally put him down where the others stood, guns still out. He turned to see Rick's gun in his face. This made him very angry.

Nobody understood me…it was so frustrating! They tied me up and left me there, pinned to the wall all alone. When I finally broke free, I pounced around to see what was happening. The short, aggressive male was on the ground making odd movements and occasionally whining in pain. The other male approached me, silent and stiff. I couldn't tell what he was thinking like I could with the others…he was different. Much harder to read…This time he didn't draw his gun or try to hurt me in any way. I gave him the ball I hunted earlier. He gladly returned it, but not before letting it bounce all over the room. I heard Ash in the small room warning me to stay away from him. She told me that she would hurt me if I hurt anyone else…this Hunter was crazy! She likes me when I'm sleeping or hurt, and hates me when I'm awake! Maybe she's afraid of me…and thinks she can let her guard down when I'm incapable of hurting her…I'll show her! I came up with a great plan…but then the man stopped playing ball with me and I had to go with him to the room with the smaller, pained man. He was obviously very hurt…did I do that to him? I'm sorry…Nobody could understand that I wasn't trying to hurt…it just happened…

Christian wasn't shaking anymore, and began to speak. "I-I was trying to just get the blood of the walls and…and I found some cleaning supplies. Bu-but," he started, occasionally losing his breath, "I accidentally spilled some and stepped in it. My- my foot started to burn and- and I blacked out. When I woke up, it hurt so bad…I couldn't stand up or do anything." Everyone around looked at his foot. Whatever was in the bottle that was spilled had practically dissolved his foot…

The male Hunter was growling and standing in front of Rick, his arms spread wide with hid back to the humans. It seemed almost like he was protecting them…Then they heard the awful sound. Rick lowered his gun for a moment before raising it to the door. There was silence, then a horrid roar of anger outside and the sound of cement being thrown. "Oh hell no." That was all Christina could say before half the wall was torn away and an enormous infected burst through.

"TANK!" Anna screamed as everybody took out their guns and prepared for battle. Christina had managed to wrap up Christian's foot fairly well, and he was able to stand and limp around to find his gun. The Tank came at them now, only about twenty feet away. They all shot at its head multiple times, but nothing seemed to work. Then, through the hole on the wall, nearly thirty common infected rushed in screaming. The Hunter had been trying to warn them.

Christina, Sienna and Rick shot the Tank in the head while Christian and Anna took out the common infected. Ash slashed the infected as they ran by her, and the male stood watching. Then everybody heard a terrible scream. Ash flew by them, blood splattering everywhere. She smashed into the wall and her whimpers stopped. Everybody turned around, but nobody could stop shooting. Then the male Hunter joined in. He quickly jumped around the room, picking up Ash and putting her in the small closet of the bathroom. Then he lunged at the Tank, landing on its back. He ripped at its eyes and face, throwing flesh and blood around the room. The enormous Tank finally fell to the ground with one last groan. The Hunter was panting hard, and collapsed on the floor.

Everybody fell to the ground, breathing hard. Christina went over to see if the male was okay. He was breathing pretty hard, but he just needed rest. Then she ran to the closet in a hurry. When she opened the door, Ash fell limply out onto the floor at her feet. Christina kneeled down and picked her up carefully. The Tank had hit her, sending her flying across the room and smashing the back of her head on the wall. She was bleeding pretty badly, but they still had plenty of bandages despite all the injuries. After Christina tended to the wound, Ash woke up screaming. Everybody jumped back except for the male, who took a few steps forward and reached out his clawed hand. She reached for it, whining slightly. Christian was limping much worse now. Another infected had bit him, but luckily he was immune. He layed down to rest and Anna sat at the foot of his bed. Ash grabbed the Hunter's hand and whimpered. Christina noticed that they made a lot of sounds when they were together, like their own language.

After a while of stacking random items, the hole in the wall was infected-proof. The male Hunter, Ash, and Christina stayed up late into the night, the Hunter just watching from a corner as the young girl pointed at people, saying their names and gesturing for Ash to copy. After a while, Ash learned very well to speak the humans' names.

I decided to sleep now that the others were. That male was somehow getting to me…he was always trying to be kind to my human friends, even though he hurt them sometimes. He was really starting to invade my mind…I was thinking about him all of the time…he was strange though. It was like even though nobody could trust him and he was made for tearing things apart and killing, we all wanted to trust him. Some of us did. Others weren't so happy about the idea of two murderers staying with us.

I went to sleep, not realizing that the male was still awake. I crawled into the bed and yawned quietly. He jumped up, almost slicing my arm. We stared at each other for a while before he pounced. At that moment I thought I was going to die. Then, something completely different happened. He jumped at me, pinning my arms to the bed and whining. His teeth met my neck and I winced, trying not to make any sound. The sharp piecing of razor sharp teeth never came, though. Instead a low whimper came, followed by him releasing my arms. He sat above me for what seemed like hours before I did anything. We just stared at each other, gray meeting red. My eyes had changed color, from deep brown to dark red. His were a silver grey. I sat, thinking of what I should do.