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Take note that not everything written in these texts are canon or true, its fanfiction for a reason.

In this chapter there will be different POVs.

Chapter 3: They can smell us, They can hear us!

I was awoken to the sound of gunshots just down the alley, it was a band of survivors that were being descimated by the seemlessly never ending hordes. As I was about to step out and help them the Witch walked infront of me and put one finger above her mouth and then pointed at the roofs signalling me to be quiet and watch.

As I watched the roof with anticipation I finally saw what she was warning me about, there were a pack of hunters stalking the survivors like they did to me. I trained my gun on the head of the "alpha" in my guess. I was about to pull the trigger when the Witch gently lowered my gun and shook her head then pointed at the last two survivors. That moment in time was when I felt like I had failed my mission. When I looked back to the roof they were already on the remaining two ripping them to shreds leaving nothing but bits in their way.

As they were eating I decided to turn away and just sleep through the night and get some more rest, as I moved away from the door I heard something bang on the door, it was the hunter from earlier. He was standing there with a wolfish grin that was covered in blood. He started inhaling at the area around the door trying to find our scent, while desperately scratching at the air where we once were. After doing that for five whole minutes he lost his smile and to our confusion he started to leave. Once he was completely gone I asked the Witch whispering.

"What the fuck was that about, I could have gotten a few of them, I could have saved those people." I said with anger growing in my voice.

She sat there with her clawed hand holding up her head as she was visibly trying to hold back tears and said.

"The reason I kept you from firing at the hunters or saving the humans was for many reasons, the hunters would have starved you out, they can hear us and they can smell us and the humans would shoot at me for being different or kill you for trying to defend me." She said while crying.

I understood where she was coming from but all I have to blame is myself for failing in my mission. So I decided to do what I was told never to do. I dropped to my knees and hugged the Witch. As I did I could feel her cold skin even under my armour plating but that wasn't the only thing I felt, I felt her hug back and then cry into my shoulder. As she cried I could feel her cold breath grow ever closer to my neck making me worry and say.

"What are you doing." I said trying to resist her strong grip on me.

She started crying into my neck and then said in a shaken tone.

"I'm sorry."

As she said that she bit into my neck making me grunt in pain, making me grind my teeth and clench my fists. Through her bite I managed to get out few words.

"What... the... fuck are... you doing?"

As I said that I collapsed and passed out.

The Witch's POV.

As I finished biting into Rex's shoulder I left him on the couch that he woke up on earlier with a piece of cloth around his neck to try and halt the bleeding. I moved his body over so I could lay next to him and use his warmth.

It was perfect until one thing snapped me back to reality, the lingering smell and taste of his blood, he was gonna be pissed when he awoke.

I need to get my barings on what I've done and what will happen. Hopefully he forgives me for taking a chunk of his neck, it was all to stop him from making an even bigger mess than what I've done.

For the love of whatever gods there are please let this human live. It's too warm to die.

Author's note: I have no idea where the fuck I went with this end part, tbh I was kinda bored.