CHAPTER SIX
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Violet knew she was different. It was never like this before. But she didn't really mind being different. She had never met anyone more amazing than Estelle, and she doubted she ever would again. But things outside the sanctuary had continued to worsen. The number of infected had been on the rise and their fighting had been louder and more terrifying as the nights dragged on.
Violet rarely saw Vincent and the smaller hunter anymore. She felt that her friend had lost interest in her. She smiled to herself when she realized she was referring to the beast as a friend. But in the odd world she lived in there was no set norms or rules. So a hunter could be her friend and a child could steal a heart that couldn't feel.
Violet headed outside with Estelle strapped to her back. After the incident with the small hunter, Estelle never left her sight. Outside the sanctuary was dangerous and terrifying but the idea of not being there for the baby if she should need her chilled her to the bone. She took her everywhere. So on this adventure to gather supplies, Estelle was front and center.
Vincent watched from the rooftops in confusion. She seemed to value the small creature yet she continually brought it outside near his common brothers and his special brethren. Females were odd. He glowered up at a sky that started to grumble. Lights flashed across the heavens and Vincent shivered. They were coming. He could smell it in the air. Little One could too. She was excited and continually on the move. It drove him crazy. She just needed to be at peace. He couldn't think with her constant yammering and snarling.
She was an attractive mate, even if she was annoying. She was very small and thin. Almost fragile. He liked the way her blond hair fell in her face. Beneath her hot pink hood silvery blond hair and her remaining eye glowed brightly. She took care not to get too dirty and would often splash around in the water. He wasn't nearly as hygienic. His black and red hoodie was stained with gore and mud, tattered and less than pleasant smelling. Little One often tried to get him to wash his face off and clean his brown hair, but he rarely obliged. He was large for a Hunter, nearly six and a half feet tall if he stood upright, which was very rare.
She anxiously awaited their survival. But he wasn't looking forward to it. Their numbers were increasing and he was weary. He didn't feel like asserting authority. He just wanted to lay down with Little One and sleep. He was often tired. Some days he was too tired to hunt. Little One watched and listened whining quietly. She didn't understand. He didn't really understand either. He just sensed when they came it would kill him to keep Little One at home.
Violet was thoughtful. The thunderstorms had become more frequent, as had the groups of survivors passing through. She tended to keep out of sight now, instead of letting herself be seen. She didnt know if she could trust these people around Estelle and she wasn't risking it. She had seen too much and wasn't exposing the child to more danger.
Violet stared into the mirror one night after Estelle was in bed. She was trying to see if she looked different. She certainly felt different. She stared at the alabaster face. Her emerald eyes looked the same. Her full lips looked the same. Her auburn hair was a mess of curls from her lack of attention to it. She preferred when it fell in soft waves but in apocalypse one couldn't be picky. She had grown thinner. Her curves were gone and she had resumed her natural petite shape. She was muscular now. She flexed her arm and smiled at the mirror. She wasn't unattractive. Caring hadn't totally destroyed her looks. When this was apocalypse was over she was going to put some highlights in. if the apocalypse ever ended. She didn't want Estelle to think her mother was a frumpy old bag.
That thought stopped her dead. Had she just referred to herself as a mother? No absolutely not. Just a slip of the tongue, mind whatever. Maybe she was dehydrated. Or lacking potassium. Yeah that had to be it. She was deficient and thinking crazy things.
She walked around the sanctuary quietly, securing it as she went. She shuddered as she heard the loud howls and snarls of the infected outside. She had a horrible feeling that things would get much worse before they got better and even the local infected seemed agitated. Something was happening. Soething was coming and she wasn't sure she wanted to know what it was.
Little One sat on a rooftop across from the she humans dwelling. Her mate was sleeping again. Always sleeping. She sniffed the air. They were close. She wondered if the she human knew. Probably not. Humans were stupid. They were food because they were easy to sneak up on. They should use their noses. Then they would know. Stupid humans. She sniffed the night air again. They were so close. She couldn't wait.