Life sure can be a bit odd. (Don't leave me behind chapter 3)
The huntress snapped out of her little flashback. How could she remember this, Yet forget about herself before the infection? It all made her forget she was pinning down the very same man that saved her. She sniffed his neck once more, And indeed it was him.
To Tyler he thought she was preparing him, Like a turkey. He would look at the only place he could see. Her mouth, Her lips, And her cute button nose. Well...To him it looked slightly cute. He held onto the sweater, Holding her back. They exchanged looks while she made a grumble in her throat. It didn't sound like a growl, More like very low purring.
The huntress stares at him growling before jumping off of him and letting out a loud blood curdling screech. "Not good! Not good!" Tyler thought as he heard the growls of infected and saw the huntress sprint away.
He instantly grabbed his backpack and ran out, Diving behind the diner counter. "Shit..." Tyler quietly sweared as he saw the infected run into the closet where he slept. Searching around franticly and over time running out. "Thank you Jesus..." He whispered to himself and looked around the counter.
He saw two infected, Both with their backs turned. He had a plan thought out. These infected weren't like the zombies you saw in movies. No. These could go down just by shooting or stabbing the body various times. While one hit to the brain would kill them, It's possible to kill them by body shots.
So...Finding a 2x4 and a dusty kitchen knife, He slowly sneaked up. Seeing no infected right outside the diner. Most likely across the street, Searching for their next juicy meal. Slowly he crawled, Watching them twitch, Growl, And shudder.
He hit the infected on the right with the 2x4. Right in back of the head, Making it fall but not die. The other one turned and was about to screech before Tyler sent the knife right into it's neck. Giving gurgles and spitting out blood. Tyler saw the other about to get up, So he ripped the knife out and darted to the very angry infected.
One stab to the middle of it's chest, Another to the stomach, And another to eye. God, It was really disgusting for tyler. Just gutting a human like that...But these "Things" Weren't exactly human anymore.
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The huntress sat atop the diner, Hearing the commotion inside and watching through a broken skylight. She watched as tyler fell to one knee and caught his breath. She slightly smirked as he stabbed the dead body once again. "No Remorse. I like it." She thought and the corners of her pale lips curled into a wide smile.
She wanted to go back down and hug him again. And yes, Pinning him down was her form of hugging. Frightening? Yes.
He caught his breath and stood on two feet, Wiping blood off his hand and cheek. Only smearing it around in a futile attempt. "Okay...Where to..." He thought and peered out the diner's front window. Thank goodness he traveled away from the city. That place was a damn Deathtrap.
Smaller towns were safer. Not as much infected. And that means more food to find. Tyler slowly opened the diner door and peeked his head out. Feeling the cold wind graze against his cheeks. Making them turn a slight pinkish color over his rugged and pale face.
Tyler slowly crawled out and hid behind a car. He peered out, Seeing nothing but a empty street and a slight fog. "Creepy." Tyler whispered and looked down the street. Seeing only a infected crouched down on the street he ran out and hid behind a car, Clutching the diner's knife in his hand.
He quickly placed one hand on the car, Getting some dust and a unknown sticky substance on his finger. Felt like dry syrup. Agh. Syrup. How Tyler used to always loved pancakes with syrup...That thought only made his stomach growl. He quickly thought about his current situation. "Well...I can jump into that complex..." He thought as he stared at a empty and oddly dusty apartment complex. He kept close to the ground and quickly darted to what looked like a broken window with cardboard taped over it. As he ran, He cocked back his fist and sent it flying into the flimsy cardboard. He felt like a hero as he knocked off the light cardboard and slowly crawled in. He quickly took out his flashlight, Turning it on and looking up.
That's when he saw only a empty living room, It only had a single windowless room and a empty closet. There seemed to be a blood stain on the brown rug, Someone died here. It gave him the spooks but he had to settle down for a couple of days. He had to get rest.
He walked into the room, Completely empty other than a cabinet and a broken computer moniter. He quickly pulled off his Policeman Jacket and folded it up to serve as some make-shift pillow. He was hesitant to lay down on this carpet but he had too. Before laying down, He went back to the living room and placed the cardboard over the window. He ran back to the room and closed the door, Locking it and giving a sigh. "Please god no more troubles tonight..." He said quietly and layed down to rest. Tonight he had to catch some sleep. That is...If a certain huntress doesn't prevent him from doing so...