Chapter 2: Surviving the worst
Looking around, only corpses, blood and damaged furniture lay
Damn! Nothing useful! There must be…
He looked around until the rumbling of the tank got louder. Searching franticly for a hiding place, he headed down a flight of stairs nearby, which were narrow. Heading down, He smelt several types of different foods, and heard some sort of muffled crying
Dang it, a witch?! I don't have time for this!
Ben arrived at the end of the steps, seeing a small set of rooms, most of which except for one got cleaned out and/or were damaged. Looking in, some infected were wandering around, unaware of Ben's presence. He slowly and quietly walked into the only undamaged one before closing it and locking it
"Great, that should at least hold them off…."
Noticing the cries stopped, he looked around. Found crates and bags. Several of them, dropped and/or destroyed, contained a white powder. Coming towards it, he hoped it was not what he thought it was. He sniffed it, realizing it was
Sugar…
He looked around the room, but there seemed to be no infected in this room. None the wiser, he decided to place a crate in front of a door, just to be safe. Ben then looked around. Several boxes were placed in some piles while bags were kept in the corner. He shrugged and placed his bag on the back of a box and lied on it
Well, atleast I get to rest…
Witch(?) POV
Soon, the tired survivor dozed off, unaware of another being in the room. Coming out from the shadows of several boxes, a curious witch emerged, having watched the survivor. She had looked on, wondering what this survivor would do. She crawled over to the door, but was unable to unlock it.
Annoyed that she was stuck with this survivor, she looked back at his sleeping form. Unlike most of his kind, he was surprisingly fit. His face was squared, and seemed much younger then any survivor she had encountered. He featured nice, short blonde hair, A well-rounded face, a shirt and Jacket with some tape on it, along with a backpack and duffle bag. His pants had some dirt and grime, but honestly unremarkable, with army boots. In his hand was a shotgun, which pirked her interest. Though she was more interested in what he had instead of fighting him. Moving along, she crawled onto his legs, and moved his hand out of the way…
Ben's POV
As he slept, he was rudely interrupted as he felt his arm being moved. Could've sworn It was clawed. He also felt something warm on him. Startled, he quickly stood up.
Bump
He heard a sharp gasp and felt something squishy on his head, so he backed off and looked as who was on him.
And fricken surprise, it was the witch he heard earlier! She had an odd appearance, probably due to her being recently infected. She was much chubbier and more 'fleshy' then her 'sisters'. She has short, Orange hair, a nice round face, looked about her 20s, had a fair, but pale skin tone, possibly Caucasian, and only had a torn tank-top and cycling shorts on her person. She had near-to-no grime or dirt on her, while her claws seemed barely around 4-5 inches, smaller then a fully-developed witch. He also reckoned she had an E or D sized chest, as they were larger then his head. Oddest thing though was that her eyes were orange aswell.
Back to the moment, She looked at him, blushingly, like he did to her. His gun was out of his grip and he wouldn't last with a knife, but he didn't have much to worry for, as the action of accidentally bumping into her boob startled her, and caused her to quickly crawl back at him.
"Uh…"
Witch(?)'s POV
W-What?!
The witch was startled as she felt her breast bounce slightly as the survivor bumped into it head long. She gasped and jumped back, landing on her butt. She looked at him, startled, and crawled back to the wall.
Her eye landed on his, which surprisingly was a nice, ocean blue. This felt familiar somehow but shrugged it off. She looked at him, frightened and startled at what he might do…
"Uh…"
She relaxed abit but still kept tense. She knew he could do anything right now, and she was prepared to rip him to shreds. However, the survivor did nothing, just examine and stare at her. It was a couple of moments until the witch decided to make the first move, lowering down onto her fours and crawling to the survivor…
Ben's POV
He looked on in horror as the witch crawled slowly at him after moments of silence, swaying her hips and agonizingly taking her time to get to him. He moved toward his shotgun, but before he knew it, she had her arm on his, preventing him from getting his shotgun. The witch then raised her hand up in the air. He closed his eyes and knew this was it.
Is this the end..? Will I—
Before he could finish his thought, he felt her hand on his face, her fingers wrapped around his head. Opening his eyes, he found her looking at him similarly like he looked at her, only closer.
"Um…"
That was all he managed before he heard a sound: the sound of a charger's grunts. He looked at her, who also noticed the commotion. Not expecting her to listen, he still warned her.
"L-look miss, you need to trust me in th-that we need to hide…"
Oddly enough she responded with a nod and got off him
