I found myself engulfed in complete darkness and I couldn't move either. After a long while I started to get lonely and concerned so I called out for someone.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

Eventually I started to hear the groans of zombies. Then I realized something, I've had this dream before. I turned my head to the side and a horde of zombies were coming straight for me, but they weren't just average zombies. They were the zombies of my friends and family that were about to come devour me alive. I've had this dream multiple times, but it never seems less horrifying than the first time.

I looked away, giving up already to the inevitable, but suddenly they stopped. Wondering what had happened, I looked back over and they were all dead. There was only one standing and it was Hunter. He stood there glaring at me for a long time until he finally came over to me and sat down. I refused to look away from him so we just stayed there doing nothing. Then out of nowhere, he moved his gaze down to my stomach. When he licked his lips that's when I got scared. He slowly raised my sweater up and bent over me. I tried my hardest to move, but I didn't even budge. I waited for the agonizing pain of the first bite but instead I felt something completely different. I looked back at him and he was... Licking me? What the hell is he doing? Isn't he gonna eat me? The more questions I asked, the more he licked my stomach little did I know he was lifting my sweater more!

When I finally noticed what he was really doing, I started to freak out. Then I opened my eyes and awoke from my dream.

Unconsciously though I screamed, "DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!"

I looked around and realized that I was awake and lying on the couch, but then I saw Hunter dangling from the ceiling from a small chandelier.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked slightly concerned.

"Being scared to death that's what! You screamed so loud and unexpectedly that I jumped all the way up here!" he snarled at me.

Seeing him dangling from up there trying to get down, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't laugh at me! It's not my fault I'm terrified of heights!" he growled at me.

I sat up on the couch and started to casually fix my hair, "Just jump down onto the couch," I said as I patted the spot next to me.

No way!" he snapped.

I shrugged and started sharpening my knife with another to keep myself occupied. "Then stay up there," I added.

Suddenly I heard something unbelievably shocking. He was so scared that he started whimpering.

"PLEASE help me get down! I really hate heights!" he whined.

I couldn't help but sympathize for him so I got up and stood right under the chandelier. This probably wasn't gonna work, but he needed to get down.

"Jump," I said holding up my arms.

Still he shook his head clinging onto the chandelier like a little boy.

"C'mon! I'll catch you!" I said encouragingly.

"What if I hurt you?" he asked.

I actually felt pretty happy when he asked that. I didn't realize that he actually cared about my well-being.

"Don't worry you won't! Now come down already so you won't be scared anymore!" I said and smiled up at him.

"...Fine," he said.

Slowly he let go and jumped down. He was heavier than I had thought so when I caught him, we both went tumbling down. I gave my head a quick shake and as I looked up, I realized his face was only a couple inches from mine and his hood had fallen down. I tried to see his eyes, but his bangs were covering them.

I slowly reached my hand up to his face and he gave me a slight nod of approval. Gently, I slid my hand under his bangs and lifted them away from his face. The sight of his eyes completely took my breath away. They were absolutely stunning. They were bright, neon purple.

"I haven't been able to see my eyes since the infection, so... how do they look?" he murmured.

"Amazing..." I said still mesmerized by them.

All of a sudden, we heard gunfire outside making us both jump. Hunter quickly got off of me and pulled his hood back up as he pounced over to the window and peeked outside. Then I saw his entire body tense up. Slowly he looked over his shoulder at me with panic and fear written all over his face.

"It's him..."