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Left to Die	By : Zaikia Category: +G through L > Left 4 Dead Views: 5046 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6

The family was shocked to find out that Seth I had been talking about in my sleep was actually a Hunter.

Seth stayed very close to me, still cautious around Brock because Brock had shot him through the hand. Amy told me to give Seth a bath because he reeked and I agreed, ignoring Seth’s growl.

Once we got into the bathroom, I helped him get his clothes off and he plopped down in the water while I went to the laundry room, threw the clothes into the washer and started them.

I went back up and inspected Seth’s hand, seeing that the bullet went all the way through. “At least it went all the way through.” I said, washing the gunk and dirt out of his hair. Seth sort of leaned into my touch and it took me an hour to get him fully cleaned.

I bandaged up his hand and put him in a robe until his clothes were done and dried. Seth was happy to have his regular clothes back and he purred, nuzzling my cheek as we lay on the bed together.

“I missed you too.” I spoke softly, feeling a couple stray tears roll down my cheek. Seth saw them and brushed them away, careful not to claw me and purred softly, putting his hand on my cheek. “Oh Seth…..I thought you were dead……”

“N…..no…..”

I looked up at him in surprise and smiled, hugging him more tightly. “I’m glad you’re here…..”

Seth purred in my ear, either of his clawed hands on either side of my head. He leaned back to stare at me, his eerie blue eyes staring into my hazel ones. His hand went to my cheek again, stroking it gently as he purred and growled softly in his throat. He was so gentle with me….yet rough at the same time.

For the first time in my pathetic life, I actually wanted to live, live by Seth’s side. I didn’t care if he was a zombie, or if he was one of the most dangerous Infected in the world. All I knew was that he was the last string of life I clung to. And if he died…..then I might as well be dead also.

My arms went around his neck, locking them in place as I reached up. Seth seemed confused on what I was doing and then I did what I’ve wanted to do for DAYS.

I kissed him.

Lightly, on the lips.

For a Hunter, his lips were only slightly chapped but still soft. As I pulled away from him, Seth let out a deep growl and his other hand went behind my head, cradling it and placing his pale lips over mine. I think that if he understood me completely, he could do other things. My eyes fluttered close and I immediately began to kiss back lightly. His hand left my head and allowed both of us to fall onto the bed. He hovered over me and placing his hand on my cheek again as he slightly deepened the kiss.

I felt his chest rumble with excitement and a low growl came out of his throat, vibrating against my lips and sending shivers down my spine. I let out a low moan and moved my arms to his back, my hands going to the edge of his hoodie. When I had only slightly opened my mouth to him, Seth decided to explore more and slid his tongue into my mouth and over my own, causing a second moan to escape.

Seth’s sharp fingernails lightly raked over my holey jeans, trailing them up my thigh and to my belt. I couldn’t read his mind, but I knew what he wanted and he wanted it now. Amy had said dinner wouldn’t be ready for another hour and a half, so there was plenty of time. As my jeans were slid off my pale hips, I discarded his hoodie, revealing his grey-tinted torso to me. My eyes suddenly narrowed when I saw the freshly new made scar on his chest and I lightly traced a finger over it.

Seth’s body shuddered underneath my touch and a low, seductive purr came out of his mouth. To my complete surprise, he latched onto my neck and pushed against me and I was now aware of what was poking my thigh. I felt my face flush and closed my eyes as he nipped at the mark on my neck and kissed his way down, even lifting up my shirt to lick, nip and suck on the pale and bruised skin.

I tilted my head back and moaned again, relishing this feeling. I haven’t had this sort of contact ever before, usually just hugs and kisses on the cheeks from family members and friends. Seth is the very first person I’ve had this kind of contact with in all of my 19 years. People would find this outright disgusting because Seth was a zombie, a Special Infected, a Hunter. But I didn’t care what people thought. All that mattered was what I thought of Seth.

My Hunter.

I suddenly became aware of Seth nipping at my bare thighs and guiding closer to a personal spot. I hadn’t even noticed until now that my undies were gone and I let out a very loud gasp when he licked my entrance and then plunged deep into my depths, causing a loud moan to escape. His tongue swirled around, tasting every corner and hidden crevice. I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the moans so nobody would wonder what was going on.

Seth’s possessive growl vibrated up my body and I shuddered at the feeling. He finally pulled away and licked his lips before coming back up to my flushed face. He leaned down and lightly ran his tongue over the marks on my cheek, pushing up against me. He reached down with one hand to unzip his pants, but didn’t take them off. Then, he growled and shoved himself inside roughly, causing a loud gasp to escape from my throat.

I clung to him as his thrusts were fast and rough, nearly bouncing up and down on the bed. As my moans started to become screams, I bit down hard on his shoulder and he shrieked, pounding harder and deeper into me. I wanted to scream and moan, I really did, but with just the family downstairs, I really didn’t want them to come up and see what was happening.

Getting fucked by a Hunter.

Now THAT’S a great story to tell the kids.

My legs unconsciously opened wider and Seth took this as an opportunity to grab the back of my knee and slightly tilt me so he could get a better angle and start pounding at my weak spot. This time, I did scream and thank god it was muffled. Seth growled possessively in my ear and bit down on it, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut tightly. I clawed his back as my peak was coming rapidly. I couldn’t last for much longer.

That’s when I felt my walls clamp down around him and Seth thrusted roughly two more times before he finally came and a screech-like sound came out of his mouth. I finally released his shoulder from my teeth and we both heaved for breath. He made a grunt-like noise and pulled out of me, zipping his pants back up.

As tired as I was, I couldn’t be half-naked in case the family decided to come in. I helped Seth put his hoodie back on and I pulled on the rest of my clothes. Sighing, I collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Seth purred and crawled over me, plopping down and nuzzling his face into my chest. I smiled tiredly and put one arm over him and drifted off.

……………………….

The next morning, Brock, Seth and I went out to hunt. Brock was still a little cautious around Seth, but he stayed close. We were going past a row of bushes when I heard a small whimper.

Now, anyone with normal hearing wouldn’t have heard it. But over the year, my hearing has sharpened since I had to use it on the lookout for Hunters before. Seth seemed to hear the whimper also and we both stopped in front of the bush. Brock noticed and turned around to us. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Shh.” I shushed him and cocked my rifle. I quickly moved the bushes out of my way and aimed my rifle at what had whimpered.

It was…..

A small, baby Hunter.

It was around the size of a baby, with a blue hoodie and dark brown pants and shoes. Its hood was up and oh my fucking god, it was so cute.

Seth purred questionable and glanced up at me for an answer. I quirked an eyebrow and set my rifle down, crouching down in front of the small Hunter. I held out my hands to it and the small Hunter stared at them. “C’mon, don’t be shy sweetie. I’m not gonna hurt you.” I smiled gently.

The baby Hunter made some sort of small noise and got up on its two feet, wobbling towards me. Its tiny hands grasped my own and I smiled, picking it up by the underneath of its arms and into my own arms. The baby Hunter cooed and laid his head against my chest, nuzzling against it. “Aww…..” I smiled. “I shall call you….Squirt.”

Squirt made a noise of approval and grabbed a lock of my long hair, tugging on it a little. I chuckled and pulled him away; crouching down so Seth could sniff him. Seth growled softly and pawed at Squirt’s form, causing Squirt to squeal in happiness. “Aww…he likes you Seth.” I grinned and looked at Brock. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of the little guy.”

The family was surprised that I adopted a baby Hunter.

After getting the little guy fed and bathed, we went into bed and drifted off to sleep….like a family.
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