CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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Violet awoke with a start when sunlight hit her face. She hadn't intended to sleep. She looked over and saw Estelle sleeping peacefully. Okay, the hunter hadn't eaten everyone in the night. Massacre free nights were always good nights. She moved the furniture that was barricading the door as quietly as she could. She opened the door slowly and smiled when she didn't see any chaos. The sanctuary was clean as usual. She had chosen this house because of its safety. It must have been in a bad neighborhood before the outbreak because of the security measure that had been taken. The doors were reinforced steel. All of them, not just the door leading to the outside. They all had deadbolts that locked from the inside, and every window had bars both inside and outside. She could understand the previous owners desire to keep his property protected but why stay in this neighborhood?
It was a lovely home. The furniture was comfortable and expensive; the appliances were all state of the art. The living room, kitchen and den were all downstairs while the bedroom, bathroom and office were upstairs. In the office was a safe that violet had attempted to open a few times, but to no avail. The bedroom was spacious, with a walk in closet full of expensive men's clothing. This was definitely a mans home. The décor was simple yet tasteful and there was really nothing to be desired. The appliances still worked by some miracle so she really had no reason for Estelle and her to leave.
She went back into the bedroom and roused Estelle. She grabbed her pistols and headed down the stairs. She was met by a delighted hunter bouncing around the living room. Rolling around on the floor like a puppy she yelped in delight when Violet headed to the kitchen to get breakfast for everyone. She sat patiently on the floor as Violet plopped a whole can of spam onto the plate. She fell upon it quickly making grunting and slurping sounds that cause Violet to wrinkle her nose I disgust.
"After you eat you're taking a bath O Disgusting One. And then you'll put on the new outfit I got you."
At the sound of the humans voice she looked up. This den was nice and soft. And the human gave her food. It wasn't very good food but it made her stomach stop hurting for the time being. She watched her human closely as she readied her creature's food. The creature seemed to eat white dirt mixed in with water; even the human didn't like the smell. The human put something into a dish that made quiet clinking noises. They were orange and left orange powder everywhere. The human seemed to enjoy them. They smelled good.
Violet gave a hard stare to the hunter that was practically in her lap. It seemed to be sniffing at the cheetos with a fair amount of interest which made Violet curious. Was it possible for them to eat normal food besides meat? She hadn't even thought about it. So she grabbed one and held it out to the hunter. She snuffled happily and went to take it when Violet drew back. "Use your hands, you aren't an animal" she commanded. The hunter sat back on her hunches and looked at her curiously. Violet gestured to her claws and mimed eating. The hunter reached out and took the cheeto carefully. She placed it into her mouth and bit down cautiously. She almost made violet laugh. The big bad hunter was afraid of a cheeto. Violets heart almost stopped when the hunter flew past her and snatched the bowl of cheetos off the table. Sitting in the corner of the kitchen she was shoveling cheetos into her mouth as quickly as she could. Violet was pleased to see that she was using her hands.
When it came bath time Violet was more than a little nervous. But this thing had to get clean or she couldn't live with it. She had grabbed a new pink hoodie, a simple pink t shirt and jeans. The hunter looked to be about a size 4. She hopped she'd make it through the bath to see if her judgment was correct. She had some simple cotton underwear that looked like it would fit her but the hunter was out of luck when it came to bras. Violet hadn't had any time to find one that was suitable. Either way, she'd smell a hell of a lot better.