He often ran into others like him. Not smart, but special. There were the normal infected and the special infected, like him. He'd seen a skinny woman who spat acid, a very fat man who spewed bile everywhere, a strange little creature who liked to jump on his victims heads, a man with one large arm that seemed to enjoy running into things, a muscular beast with a bad attitude, and a lady who cried all the time.
None of them were like him though. They were all smart in their own right, but not like him.
He'd also mutated further in more recent weeks. More "tongues" or whatever the hell they were, had sprouted from his shoulder and neck. He now had four, counting the one in his mouth. They weren't particularly aesthetically pleasing, but came in handy in a bind.
He wandered to the edge of the roof he was currently on. He spent most of his time on rooftops. It was easy to snatch prey with his tongues from above. He looked over the end at a small group of survivors that had been doing well so far. He liked to follow his prey for awhile. It made him feel mightier to kill someone that others could not.
He wasn't the only one hunting, however.
Earlier, he'd seen another special infected on all fours, jumping across rooftops and ducking behind objects, following the same group of survivors silently. He'd only glimpsed him a few times.
Down below, a horde rushed into the alley that the three were walking through. They panicked and began shooting. Kaden watched in dull amusement as the other special infected climbed onto a stack of crates and crouched, waiting for an opportunity.
He didn't wait long.
The special infected let out a loud screech and pounced. One of the survivors yelled, "Hunter!" before she was knocked onto her back, the beast ripping violently at her torso. Another survivor turned and shot at the beast, clipping his shoulder, but he didn't seem to notice.
Normally the Smoker wouldn't have cared what happened to one of his kind, but he wanted to see what the Hunter was going to do after his victim was dead. He liked to observe and learn about the others like him. He quickly wrapped the shooter with his tongue and yanked him up, easily killing him seconds later.
The third survivor was quickly overtaken by the horde.
Aside from a few coughs, Kaden watched silently as the Hunter ripped and tore the woman apart until she was basically just a pile of mush. He finally stopped. Rather than eat anything, he stealthily took off into the shadows.
"Well, that was interesting." Kaden muttered. He coughed a few times before walking away from the gruesome scene.
***
Kaden was quickly growing irritated. That stupid Hunter had stolen his last four kills and it was really pissing him off.
"Sorry bastard." He growled when he noticed the Hunter once again following the same group of survivors as him. The group of four disappeared into a building. Kaden waited until he saw the Hunter attempt to sneak in after them. He quickly wrapped his tongue around the Hunter's torso, pinning his arms, and yanked him up.
The Hunter shrieked when his feet left solid ground.
The Smoker threw him against a brick wall and let him drop to the ground. He was a little shocked when the Hunter landed on his feet, seemingly unfazed, and lunged at him. His tongue caught the beast midair, just before he was tackled, and the Hunter's jaws snapped shut inches infront of his face.
Kaden repeatedly slammed him into the brick wall. Each time his body hit it, the Hunter yelped in pain.
Finally, he dropped him.
The Hunter landed roughly on his back and didn't move. He was panting harshly and barely growled when Kaden walked up and stood over him, a smirk in his face, "Looks like the Hunter has become the hunted."
The Hunter growled weakly, but didn't move. A tongue from Kaden's shoulder wrapped around the fallen special infected and lifted him so that the two were eye level. Kaden was met with a low growl and a light struggle, but nothing more. "Shall we see what you're hiding?" He asked smugly as the tongue from the back of his neck slithered forth, the tip poking under a dark blue hood. The Hunter snarled and snapped in protest. Kaden ignored him, coughing, and flicked the hood away.
The once clean and neat charcoal colored hair was now a mess and caked with dried blood and dirt. The once brilliant blue eyes full of life were now dead and a fogged over blue-gray color. The once straight, white teeth were now crooked, sharp and discolored. The beautiful skin he'd fallen in love with was a sickening gray.
"D-Douglas?" Kaden asked in shock, unbelieving of the sight before him. Douglas snarled and shrieked, attempting again to bite Kaden, but failing, teeth snapping shut several inches from his face.
"Douglas, it's me, Kaden, remember?" The brunette attempted, but the other didn't seem to understand, only glared. Kaden reached up and cupped his love's face in his hands. This only succeeded in pissing the other off, however. The Hunter shrieked and snapped and began struggling again to free himself.
"Douglas..." Kaden whispered, eyes falling half shut and teeth clenching in despair. He pulled Douglas a little closer, but not close enough to bite him, and lightly kissed his forehead. The Hunter let out a loud screech.
"I'm so sorry, Douglas..." The Smoker breathed against the Hunter's hair. A low growl was his only reply.
"Sorry bastard." He growled when he noticed the Hunter once again following the same group of survivors as him. The group of four disappeared into a building. Kaden waited until he saw the Hunter attempt to sneak in after them. He quickly wrapped his tongue around the Hunter's torso, pinning his arms, and yanked him up.
The Hunter shrieked when his feet left solid ground.
The Smoker threw him against a brick wall and let him drop to the ground. He was a little shocked when the Hunter landed on his feet, seemingly unfazed, and lunged at him. His tongue caught the beast midair, just before he was tackled, and the Hunter's jaws snapped shut inches infront of his face.
Kaden repeatedly slammed him into the brick wall. Each time his body hit it, the Hunter yelped in pain.
Finally, he dropped him.
The Hunter landed roughly on his back and didn't move. He was panting harshly and barely growled when Kaden walked up and stood over him, a smirk in his face, "Looks like the Hunter has become the hunted."
The Hunter growled weakly, but didn't move. A tongue from Kaden's shoulder wrapped around the fallen special infected and lifted him so that the two were eye level. Kaden was met with a low growl and a light struggle, but nothing more. "Shall we see what you're hiding?" He asked smugly as the tongue from the back of his neck slithered forth, the tip poking under a dark blue hood. The Hunter snarled and snapped in protest. Kaden ignored him, coughing, and flicked the hood away.
The once clean and neat charcoal colored hair was now a mess and caked with dried blood and dirt. The once brilliant blue eyes full of life were now dead and a fogged over blue-gray color. The once straight, white teeth were now crooked, sharp and discolored. The beautiful skin he'd fallen in love with was a sickening gray.
"D-Douglas?" Kaden asked in shock, unbelieving of the sight before him. Douglas snarled and shrieked, attempting again to bite Kaden, but failing, teeth snapping shut several inches from his face.
"Douglas, it's me, Kaden, remember?" The brunette attempted, but the other didn't seem to understand, only glared. Kaden reached up and cupped his love's face in his hands. This only succeeded in pissing the other off, however. The Hunter shrieked and snapped and began struggling again to free himself.
"Douglas..." Kaden whispered, eyes falling half shut and teeth clenching in despair. He pulled Douglas a little closer, but not close enough to bite him, and lightly kissed his forehead. The Hunter let out a loud screech.
"I'm so sorry, Douglas..." The Smoker breathed against the Hunter's hair. A low growl was his only reply.
***
Now that the city was mostly composed of infected, there was no need to 'shop', only 'take' since there was really no sense in paying. Kaden preferred to keep himself clean, rather than let the dirt, grime and blood build up all over him, so he regularly got himself new, clean clothing, as opposed to washing his old stuff.
He found himself entering the mall for the second time that week and heading for a department store where he remembered buying Douglas that dark blue hoodie he had loved so much. Now, however, Douglas fussed behind him as he was forcefully led around. The Smoker ignored these protests.
"Don't worry Douglas," He spoke in a friendly tone, as if the Hunter didn't hate his guts and they were there for fun, "We'll get you cleaned up and you'll feel much better after that." He coughed roughly.
Inside the store he grabbed several more hoodie's in Douglas' size. A few were dark blue like the one he was wearing, but he also picked up some deep purple ones, black ones, and a couple dark green. He moved onto the pants section and picked up several different kinds of pants. He also grabbed two pairs of shoes, some socks, and plenty of underwear.
Kaden found a small joy in the fact that he basically had six hands instead of two. While his real arms picked things up and sifted through them, his tongues held everything he wanted to keep. The one coming out of the back of his neck kept the Hunter wrapped up at a safe distance.
He would have liked to keep Douglas' hood down so he could see him, but he was calmer when it was covering his face. He still tried to get away or pull against the Smoker as they walked, but at least he wasn't making as much noise.
After their fun little 'shopping' spree, Kaden headed home to the apartment he and Douglas once shared and would be sharing again. Granted, it hurt to be somewhere he'd spent so much time with Douglas, but he couldn't bring himself to leave it behind. That would be like leaving Douglas himself behind, and Kaden just couldn't do that. So, a few days after trashing it and running off, he came back, cleaned up and stayed.
He smiled as he entered the simple adobe and dropped the clothing off in the bedroom. He picked up a picture on the desk and showed it his previous-lover. "See? This was us. We were lovers. You were always so nice to me, even though I was a total ass at times." Kaden grinned sheepishly. The Hunter was silent, a frown plastered on his face, obviously not caring about what the other had to say.
The older infected sighed and sat the picture down. "Well, let's get you cleaned up." He said as he headed for the bathroom, a clean set of clothes in his hand.
Getting Douglas undressed proved to be difficult. For one, he had to keep him restrained at all times otherwise one of them was going to be hurt or killed. Second, if life had captions, "DO. NOT. WANT." would make an appearance as the Hunter threw the biggest fit yet when Kaden began removing clothing. He screeched and shrieked, kicked and struggled, attempting in vain to escape.
Once the clothing was finally gone, Kaden looked over the now unfamiliar body. Though it was basically the same, small bumps were scattered about on his arms and legs and his skin was so white in places that it looked almost transparent. New muscles had formed in his abdomen and legs. Kaden felt a familiar feeling stir within that he hadn't felt in some time. He ignored it and removed his own clothing as well.
Douglas calmed slightly as he sat on the floor of the shower. Kaden had to keep a close eye on him because the shower was small, forcing them into a close proximity.
When he turned the shower on, Kaden learned the hard way that Hunter's did NOT like water.
"SHIT!" He yelled when the Hunter suddenly lost his mind. He lashed out and snapped at Kaden's legs, making louder noises than before, forcing the Smoker to not only dodged powerful jaws, but cover his ears to avoid going deaf. A second tongue from his shoulder shot out and restrained Douglas further. Once he finally calmed and fell silent, Kaden removed his hands from his ears.
He turned Douglas around to face away from him and removed one of the tongues, using it instead to grab the removable shower head and move it so that the water was running down the Hunter's back, rather than on his head. He picked up the shampoo next and squirted some into his palm, placing the bottle back on the shelf. He got down on his knees and began gently massaging it into messy hair. The Hunter snarled and hissed, but did not struggle otherwise.
Kaden stayed silent as he worked his fingers through Douglas' hair lovingly. The younger infected quieted down and let him work. The Smoker noticed after some time that the other had relaxed significantly. He leaned forward enough to see that his face was at ease and his eyes were closed. This made Kaden smile.
Using the third tongue, he gently tipped Douglas' head back so that he could rinse the shampoo out. He went with it, at first, until the water made contact with his scalp. He hissed and growled at the unwelcome sensation.
"Relax," Kaden spoke softly, "It can't hurt you. I wouldn't never do anything to hurt you..."
'Except cheat on you, give you this sickness and leave you alone, of course.' Kaden thought bitterly, hating himself.
Still, the other male fell silent and allowed him to finish.
Now that the city was mostly composed of infected, there was no need to 'shop', only 'take' since there was really no sense in paying. Kaden preferred to keep himself clean, rather than let the dirt, grime and blood build up all over him, so he regularly got himself new, clean clothing, as opposed to washing his old stuff.
He found himself entering the mall for the second time that week and heading for a department store where he remembered buying Douglas that dark blue hoodie he had loved so much. Now, however, Douglas fussed behind him as he was forcefully led around. The Smoker ignored these protests.
"Don't worry Douglas," He spoke in a friendly tone, as if the Hunter didn't hate his guts and they were there for fun, "We'll get you cleaned up and you'll feel much better after that." He coughed roughly.
Inside the store he grabbed several more hoodie's in Douglas' size. A few were dark blue like the one he was wearing, but he also picked up some deep purple ones, black ones, and a couple dark green. He moved onto the pants section and picked up several different kinds of pants. He also grabbed two pairs of shoes, some socks, and plenty of underwear.
Kaden found a small joy in the fact that he basically had six hands instead of two. While his real arms picked things up and sifted through them, his tongues held everything he wanted to keep. The one coming out of the back of his neck kept the Hunter wrapped up at a safe distance.
He would have liked to keep Douglas' hood down so he could see him, but he was calmer when it was covering his face. He still tried to get away or pull against the Smoker as they walked, but at least he wasn't making as much noise.
After their fun little 'shopping' spree, Kaden headed home to the apartment he and Douglas once shared and would be sharing again. Granted, it hurt to be somewhere he'd spent so much time with Douglas, but he couldn't bring himself to leave it behind. That would be like leaving Douglas himself behind, and Kaden just couldn't do that. So, a few days after trashing it and running off, he came back, cleaned up and stayed.
He smiled as he entered the simple adobe and dropped the clothing off in the bedroom. He picked up a picture on the desk and showed it his previous-lover. "See? This was us. We were lovers. You were always so nice to me, even though I was a total ass at times." Kaden grinned sheepishly. The Hunter was silent, a frown plastered on his face, obviously not caring about what the other had to say.
The older infected sighed and sat the picture down. "Well, let's get you cleaned up." He said as he headed for the bathroom, a clean set of clothes in his hand.
Getting Douglas undressed proved to be difficult. For one, he had to keep him restrained at all times otherwise one of them was going to be hurt or killed. Second, if life had captions, "DO. NOT. WANT." would make an appearance as the Hunter threw the biggest fit yet when Kaden began removing clothing. He screeched and shrieked, kicked and struggled, attempting in vain to escape.
Once the clothing was finally gone, Kaden looked over the now unfamiliar body. Though it was basically the same, small bumps were scattered about on his arms and legs and his skin was so white in places that it looked almost transparent. New muscles had formed in his abdomen and legs. Kaden felt a familiar feeling stir within that he hadn't felt in some time. He ignored it and removed his own clothing as well.
Douglas calmed slightly as he sat on the floor of the shower. Kaden had to keep a close eye on him because the shower was small, forcing them into a close proximity.
When he turned the shower on, Kaden learned the hard way that Hunter's did NOT like water.
"SHIT!" He yelled when the Hunter suddenly lost his mind. He lashed out and snapped at Kaden's legs, making louder noises than before, forcing the Smoker to not only dodged powerful jaws, but cover his ears to avoid going deaf. A second tongue from his shoulder shot out and restrained Douglas further. Once he finally calmed and fell silent, Kaden removed his hands from his ears.
He turned Douglas around to face away from him and removed one of the tongues, using it instead to grab the removable shower head and move it so that the water was running down the Hunter's back, rather than on his head. He picked up the shampoo next and squirted some into his palm, placing the bottle back on the shelf. He got down on his knees and began gently massaging it into messy hair. The Hunter snarled and hissed, but did not struggle otherwise.
Kaden stayed silent as he worked his fingers through Douglas' hair lovingly. The younger infected quieted down and let him work. The Smoker noticed after some time that the other had relaxed significantly. He leaned forward enough to see that his face was at ease and his eyes were closed. This made Kaden smile.
Using the third tongue, he gently tipped Douglas' head back so that he could rinse the shampoo out. He went with it, at first, until the water made contact with his scalp. He hissed and growled at the unwelcome sensation.
"Relax," Kaden spoke softly, "It can't hurt you. I wouldn't never do anything to hurt you..."
'Except cheat on you, give you this sickness and leave you alone, of course.' Kaden thought bitterly, hating himself.
Still, the other male fell silent and allowed him to finish.
***
The rest of the shower had gone relatively smoothly with little protest from Douglas. Getting him dried off and dressed had proven to be very easy, as the Hunter was quite excited to be clothed again.
Soon, Kaden found himself sitting on the couch, Douglas close by his side whether he wanted to be or not, and starring at nothing. He idly played with the Hunter's now soft and clean locks and was pleased that the other infected was staying quiet about it. He leaned forward and gently kissed his temple, "I never told you this, but I love you Douglas. I love you so much..."
The Hunter's blank expression didn't change.
Soon, Kaden found himself sitting on the couch, Douglas close by his side whether he wanted to be or not, and starring at nothing. He idly played with the Hunter's now soft and clean locks and was pleased that the other infected was staying quiet about it. He leaned forward and gently kissed his temple, "I never told you this, but I love you Douglas. I love you so much..."
The Hunter's blank expression didn't change.
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