At dawn I leave Ellis, stalking into the morning light to find something to satisfy my raging hunger. Soon I find what I'm looking for, a horde of zombies wandering aimlessly in the middle of a street about a block away. I pick my target then pounce, pinning the infected Smoker to the ground the same way I pinned him. The Smoker puts up a fight, it's tongue trying to wrap around me but I snarl in it's face and unleash the fury of my claws on it.

When I'm done the Smoker lays still, greenish goo and smoke leak from the cancerous mass on it's left cheek, shoulder and arm. I huff before screaming my victory to the horde whom ignore me, then without any hesitation I begin to feed. I tear through the Smokers flesh and gulp down chunks until I'm finished then I jump away.

The morning seems oddly calm and quiet, other than my feeding, and confusingly enough I rather like it. Grunting to myself I crawl along the roof I've landed on, making my way back to where I left my prize from yesterday.

Sniffing loudly I scent the area around the house when I've arrived, making sure nothing has found my Ellis or my current residence. I hiss at a lingering smell of Boomer bile somewhere but pay no heed to it otherwise. Satisfied that there are no Smokers, Chargers, Jockeys or anything else, including other Hunters and regular infected near by I climb through the window.

Instantly my eyes find Ellis, the blood on his clothes and skin seems to taunt me, trying to lure me in with its seductive smell and pretty crimson look. The only thing that holds me back from crawling over and tearing him apart is my Smoker meal and the feeble sounds of him struggling to breathe properly. I blink my yellow-gold eyes and give him a once over, mindlessly assessing him. His chest heaves and the sounds he make are almost painful to listen to. Although he sounds absolutely sickly I decide he is in better condition than last night, at least he isn't bleeding anymore.

I continue to watch him sleep, body shuddering with each breath. Maybe I fucked him up more than I intended to. The thought makes me feel guilty and I whine softly, the noise is unearthly but he doesn't wake up. I'm thankful. After a while I grow tired of merely watching and move closer, being silent. I crawl forward until I'm right beside him, his scent wafting up into my face. I lick my lips and lean over him, sniffing where I bit him on the shoulder before doing something out of completely impulse.

I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in and listening to him, hearing his pulse push through his veins with each rapid beat of his heart. For some reason I appreciate it, the feel of his shirt, somewhat scratchy against my chin, and his skin, smooth and warm pressed to my lips.

I don't know what I'm doing but as my lips work their way up his neck I feel Ellis tremble then suddenly his heart starts pounding and my tongue slides out, tasting him, his fear, ignoring as his muscles tense and a shaky gasp emits from his parted lips. Lips that I take seconds later. As my mouth covers his, my eyes flicker up to meet his own. Pretty sky blues stare at me with delirious shock before he groans and tries to turn his face away.

I let him and our lips part. I'm left with a pleasant taste, my lips taste of him and I bare my teeth in amusement. Something about that whole thing seemed so wrong, due to the look on Ellis' face, and something seemed so right and familiar; like I've done something similar in a different place, in a different time. I shake the thought off though I can't help but feel excited about what just happened. I... I don't know the word for what I did but I did something that I'm sure is considered important among the non-infected.

"Yew.. Y-Yew jus'..." I hear Ellis utter and my head snaps up, the words he says I can only just understand. He stares at me, his shocked expression unchanging even as I tilt my head in questioning and bask in the warm waves of his accent. "Yew, kissed me."

There! Kissed. It's so right, definitely sounds perfect for what I did, tasting him mouth to mouth. I shiver, watching him try to right himself, sitting up with a hiss of pain. Ellis clutches at his chest, moaning as dried scabs of blood crack with his movement. To be perfectly truthful I'm surprised he can even sit up with the damage I administered to him. I whine, willing him to understand that I'm sorry for what I did, that if I had even stopped to consider him for one moment it wouldn't have happened.

Instead of understanding my whine he jumps, startled and afraid. I turn on my heels and crawl away, knowing it's probably my presence that's setting him on edge. Heck, anyone who encountered a Hunter, nonetheless getting kissed by a Hunter would be beyond scared. I couldn't blame him could I?

I retreated to my corner of the room and settled down, the sun was fully up now, casting its bright light onto the infected swarmed streets, taking the more fearful darkness away. Most survivors would be on the move on a fine day like this. But as I regarded Ellis from my spot, and he watched me from his I knew he wouldn't be going anywhere. He was still too weak and fuck, I wasn't about to allow him to go walking into other infected who might want him as their own. He is mine and mine only. Still, I don't know the first thing about non-infected living... His stomach growls and I perk my head up, grinding my teeth together.

Ellis looked away and his pale face (from his injuries) lit up scarlet. A blush as if he were embarrassed. Then he said, "I know yew probably dun understand me but I'mma bit hungry. I-If yew would let me find sum food..." He trailed off when I snarled at him.

There was no way he was going anywhere, I refused to allow it. Instead I uncurled myself and got up, darting over to him, intimidating him with my snarls and growling, scaring him into staying here and not moving.

Only when Ellis' face was painted with fear and his blue eyes almost spilled over with tears did I back off and head for the window. I had to find the other non-infected, his team mates, and steal whatever food they carried. It would be dangerous but after one glance over my hoodied shoulder at him, I jumped out the window and disappeared into the near after-noon light, determined to track down the other three non-infected. If only for Ellis.