"Don't touch that." Tyler snapped at the huntress as she picked up a rat. Tyler looked around the abandoned house, Holding his pistol up. "Anybody here!?" He shouted loudly. He quickly checked the rooms and basement. He saw the attic door and didn't even want to check up there. He was way to paranoid about attics.
"Let's get out of here." Tyler commented as the only food cans were empty. The two left the little wooden shack, Walking farther down a green plain and trying his best not to be noticeable. He hunched slightly, Keeping low to the ground as he walked. "Can you really talk?" Tyler questioned out of boredom. "A little." The huntress suddenly growled.
"Remember your name?" "No." "Okay...Can you say, The fox jumped over the branch?" "T-The...Fo...X...You're stupid." Tyler looked back and saw a smirk appearing on the female's face. "Ass." Tyler quietly said.
They kept walking until they found what appeared to be a police station. Tyler was about to enter until he heard a cough from behind him. "Are you okay-" He asked before the shock of seeing a 'smoker' cut him off. The smoker gave a slight rasp as it realized it's "dinner" arrived just in time. The smoker quickly bended his knees and jumped with great skill up to the roof of the police station. The huntress was angered by the smoker's presence, She tried to tackle him when he was on ground level, But she was much too slow.
Tyler quickly checked his pistol and ran out the police station, Aiming at the roof and seeing nothing. It was only until he saw a green mist that he realized it was too late. The smoker wrapped his long tounge around tyler's waist and shoulders, Dragging him up to the small roof and letting go when he arrived. The smoker instantly wrapped his tounge around tyler's neck, Beginning to choke him. The huntress shrieked loudly, Clawing his back as she jumped onto the building.
"Get away from him!" She shrieked in a growl only the smoker understood. "Ah, Pretty girl eh?" The smoker replied with a smile. He lifted tyler up by the neck, Slamming him into a dead air-conditioner. Tyler groaned out and went limp, The smoker letting go of him and turning to the huntress. "Come 'ere darling!" He growled as he grabbed the huntress by the neck. The infected licked her cheek and stated "You will be my mate today girly." Tyler layed there, Bleeding from his elbows and cheek. He saw what the smoker was intenting to do, "The sick fuck..." He thought before looking at the air conditioner and picking himself up.
With a grunt and a sigh he stood up and looked at the smoker. "Hey! You fucker!" Tyler shouted as he still tried to get his bearings. The smoker smirked as he turned around and saw the weakness in Tyler, Chuckling as he let go of the huntress and walked to Tyler. "Die..." The smoker suddenly growled out and looked down at Tyler, Grabbing him by the collar and lifting him slightly. The smoker felt a piercing pain in his stomach, Wheezing and looking down.
Tyler smiled weakly as he twisted the pick in his stomach, Taking it out and suddenly jabbing it into the smoker's neck. The smoker didn't flinch much, He was stronger than a casual infected. A cut to the neck and stomach wouldn't take him down. Tyler pulled the pick from the smoker's neck, Quickly pushing it into his right temple. Tyler saw a puff of green smoke and the smoker's grip was no longer there.
The smoker started to spasm on the ground as whatever life he had was drained from him. Tyler wheezed slightly, Checking his body for scratches. After he knew he was safe for the moment he began trying to catch his breath, Shooing away the huntress as she tried to help him up. He felt his neck, Wiping off the disgusting saliva the smoker left behind. "Let's get out of here." - Tyler's boots dug into the ground softly as he crouched down. Looking into the police station's armory and trying to see if there were nearby infected. "Shit..." Tyler quietly said as he spotted a infected policewoman. "Oh...Jackpot." He said as he spotted the pistol strapped to her waist. He had his Ice pick in hand and slowly crawled forward.
The infected would make little groans, Even what sounded like quiet sobbing. More like she was in pain. She was bald, Only patches of brown hair adorned her head. Tyler stood up behind her, Watching as she sniffed the air. He sent the front of his boot into the back of her knee. She went down to her knees, Instantly trying to stand up. Tyler wasn't having it, He placed his knee on her back which made her fall forward. With all his strength He shoved the Ice pick into the back of her neck, Hearing her gurgle on her own blood until she went limp.
He removed the ice-pick, Checking it. It was beginning to become blunt, Not as sharp. He had to sharpen it somehow or find another stabbing object. He reached down, Removing the pistol and turning her on her back."Poor girl." Tyler said quietly as he closed her eyes and her mouth. "Sorry it happened to you." He said and adjusted her shirt. It hit close to home when he saw a dead police officer. Her shirt from the top was slightly torn so he buttoned up her shirt for her. He finally moved on, Looking at the empty cells and deceased officers at their desk. The huntress wondered why he cared for that girl so much, She seemed to dress like him so maybe they were mates. No, No, He didn't really talk much. Maybe a friend? Perhaps. Tyler checked the pockets of any deceased he found, Only finding lint and a quarter. "Please have something for me..." Tyler thought before walking towards the armory. He retreived some keys off of a infected earlier, He opened the armory door and was shocked. A actual hunting shotgun, Ammo and everything.
Tyler's face went from a frown to a wide-smile. He quickly slinged the shotgun over his shoulder and stuffed his ammo into his pack. Tyler turned his head and looked at the huntress, She held a box of shotgun ammo and Tyler smiled. That is until she dropped it and the rounds went everywhere. Tyler grimaced and said "God damn it."
The huntress felt his anger and she softly whined. Tyler just shook his head and began to pick up the scattered rounds. The huntress tried to help but tyler held her wrist and said "I'll do it." She suddenly pulled off her hood and tyler didn't notice. She shook her hair and began to help him either way. She held five rounds in her hands and tyler eyed them. He was interested, Very interested to know why she was sane unlike the other infected. "Thanks." He grumbled and looked up at her.
Her teeth were razor sharp, But not very large. She looked normal, Only her eyes glowed red and her veins were visible. He was cautious near her, Her smile made him nervous. "T-Thanks." He repeated before taking the rounds and feeling her clamp her hand over his.
"Y...Y...You...You're we-Welcome." Tyler furrowed his brows and pulled away after a couple of seconds. He helped her stand up and he patted her shoulder. "Why do you not attack me?" He questioned jn frustration. "We...We...Do not atta-cck...Friendssss..." She smacked her lips as if just talking disgusted her. "I'm your friend? Why?" "Not just friend...Something m-more than friend." She answered and smirked. "Hrm, Besties it is."
Tyler grumbled in a sarcastic tone. The huntress grimaced and knew she wanted to say "Mate" but it seemed too soon. And she was embarrassed. A infected was embarrassed. Trust me, It would confuse anyone in this day and age. Tyler and the huntress left the station, Feeling victorious. "We still must find shelter..." Tyler whispered.
- Tyler wandered near a town, Looking at it from a distance. The huntress had gained a new sweater by now, A dark green sweater with both the sleeves cut off. Tyler watched the town, Only visibly seeing five infected so far. Some only wandering in the houses they possibly died in. Tyler watched for a whole hour, Making sure it was escapable in case of emergency.
He made his way down the road, Quietly taking down a rushing infected with his icepick. He approached a dull looking house, It's regular white picket fence now rotting away from damage. He quietly opened a side window and locked it once the huntress climbed in after him. Tyler walked around for a moment, Listening for footsteps. His eyes shot up to the roof as he heard the wood creak. He slowly walked up the stairs and peered out of a corner. He gulped as he watched two infected walk out of a room, Both in late stages of infection.
Their eyes were bleeding, Their skin was so pale, Their eye sockets were as black as night. He waited for them to turn around, Walking towards them and sneaking up. Tyler shoved his icepick into the first one's neck. He watched him drop and he ran away as the other growled and turn her attention to tyler. Tyler quickly ran into what appeared as a office area. He pulled a loose bookshelf off the wall and did a total 180. He slammed the shelf into the infected's face. The huntress attacked her, Clawing her face and growling out as she stomped her. "Christ..." Tyler whispered as he watched the huntress murder the infected with her bare hands.
Tyler quickly kicked the mangled corpse to see if it was alive. Damn thing had her head clawed in five places, Her throat ripped out and from tyler's guess, Her ribs broken. Tyler quickly went over to the stairs and opened the basement door, Flashing his small flashlight down the steps. For a second he was scared, Basements and Attics were always a no-go. He forced himself down the steps and looked around, Seeing a dead woman on a couch and a broken television. Tyler saw the woman was covered by a blanket, He slowly walked over, Holding his breath as he retreived his ice pick. He suddenly yanked back the sheet and drove it into the woman's head. She was already gone, Already rotting away. He growled as he pulled the ice pick free and looked down at her. Poor thing must've barely died. He could tell she was a survivor, Judging from the backpack laying beside her and the look of fear in her glossy lifeless eyes. Tyler covered her back up and took the backpack from her
. He was in luck, He found a bottle filled with clean water and a couple of bandages. It appeared she was using a regular combat knife to protect herself, Most likely ripped off of a soldier's body. He tossed everything into his own backpack, Quickly going back up the stairs and locking the door. The sun was going down and he hated traveling at night. He tossed the woman's body into a nearby crate, Locking it up and hoping the air doesn't stink as much. Tyler quickly layed against a corner and made sure he wasn't too noticeable incase the off chance someone does find a way to silently enter the basement.
The huntress joined tyler and layed next to him, Wrapping her arm around his abdomen. Tyler always shoved her away, But this time he was cold, Feeling her warmth didn't even make him flinch. He relaxed his muscles and wrapped his own arm around her waist, Making the huntress smile and snuggle into his chest.