Dead Beat 1 reader x zombie

Reader x Zombie?! (wwyff)
Warning this fic contains slight language and sexual situations. If you are mentally too young for this or squeamish around blood I recommend you to read with caution or not at all ^-^

Alright guys this might just possibly be one of the weirdest stories I've ever written so far, (yesyes very weird) it's a reader-insert yes, BUUUT~ with zombies. Now I know what your thinking: "Ew wtn is wrong w/you woman zombies are gross!" *^*" OTL but I assure you that this particular story includes at least some form of handsomeness. Now I know others will argue that of course zombies can't be attractive but I always seem to find a certain animalistic charm in a few =w=~ this is in a L4D zombie type of world and I shall explain, time to learn about zombies~

Pictionary:
The Horde:-Now in this zombie-esque world there are (of course) the simple regular zombies, they are called the horde, there's lots of them, they're easy to kill- boom boom bang =w=. They can run fairly fast and they take some time to break open doors (guess who doesn't know how to use a doornob~ ID ) sometimes they just roam around and groan like the good ol' traditional zombies- but they are smart enough to be able to climb things and they punch and kick too! >:C They are attracted to noises so don't go shooting a car alarm off!

If you already know all this L4D zombie stuff then please do skip ahead ^-^

Specials:There's these things called "Special Zombies" they are much more scarce compared to the horde (about 1 to 25 ) and they each are loners and are never seen in packs like the horde like to do, they are harder to kill and are infected humans with a little more intelligence than the average bear =w=;; here they are:

Hunters: fav.me/d2ynqim
-hunters have sharp claws and they can pounce and leap high and far, their noises consist of growling and shrieking when they pounce or when a human is close. They lock onto a survivor and pounce/straddle them as they use their sharp hands to scratch and claw.
Boomers: fav.me/d1xlvsw
-to put it simply, they're the fat asses of the whole zombie nation =w=;; they barf on survivors which attract "the horde" and they also explode when you shoot them so make sure you're not too close or you get it's zombie-attracting insides on you =~= Their noises include the sound of someone about to yarf on the floor, as well as painful groaning. "Bleurhhhh-" "Urp-" "Ouhnghh…" those sorts of noises 'w'
Smokers:fav.me/d2cgk1t (heh- just HAD to give the sexy smoker pic >w>;; )
-these zombies as you can see, have long tongues (yes they have usually about 3 all over) that they use to wrap around the throats of an unsuspecting survivor and drag the body to themselves to attack. Their noises are coughing, something akin to "Bleugh!" when they hear a human is close, and if you shoot them they just explode into a cigarette cloud, go figure =w= (heheh~ just what can they do with that tongue o3o)
Tanks: fav.me/d20skoy
-So as you can see they are beefed up steroid zombies with regular sized legs. You can tell when one is coming by the sound of a distant earthquake coming closer and the sound of angry male groans ^u^. They are very strong, (they can lift up a car, put it that way 'o' ) and they like to throw and just go all Giant Ape on poor survivors. The worst part is there really is no weak spot, you end up shoveling a bucket of bullets into the thing before it actually dies TTwTT.
Witches fav.me/d1ysj0q (sorry dudes, couldn't find a more nicer pic without totally creeping any younger viewers out =w=" ) – witches are very VERY scarce compared to the others, (1 to 100 I'd say) they cry in the corner of very inconvenient places, if you startle the witch with a flashlight or a gunshot she in a sense… freaks the f*ck out =w=. Her goal is to scratch and scream the crap out of whoever startled her, and she's also very fast. She's stronger than the others in a sense that she can take more bullets (other than the tank) and her long razor sharp talons are what's used to take out a LOT of damage. So… it's best not to startle the witch please ^^"

Well! That's all of em! Time to get to the actual story!


Enjoy~ *w*

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*Two weeks into the infection*

You sneaked quietly out of the closet looking around the room you knew well, when was the last time you had a shower?

'Weeks maybe?' you mumbled nervously.

It's one thing to say you'd be a badass during a zombie apocalypse, but it's another when it's actually happening. You were a girl that lost everything in the blink of an eye.

To make it simple you waited scared in a closet with the gun you managed to find in the house as your family either died or turned into zombies. You found a matching one with a silencer but it was already too late... Lets not go into details of how your family was slaughtered. It was a miracle you hadn't turned into a zombie yet, but then.. why weren't one of your other family member(s) immune? A throwback gene perhaps?

You shook your head.

Now was not the time.

You waited silently in the closet for 26 hours before you knew you had to get a grip.

You still couldn't stop yourself from crying without noise though.

Now- knowing not even your own home was safe you watched the T.V. as quietly as you could to see if there was any hope.

"Hhhh-…" the sound of zombies somewhere scattered in the house made you shiver fearfully with the guns still pressed in your hands. You constantly kept looking behind yourself.

Queasy.

Cold sweat.

Fear.

The idiot-box wasn't even showing pictures of real humans anymore- just the sight of a fuzzy screen and a message in white scrolling by at the bottom.

"To any survivors out there- come to Marker spot A and you shall be safe- Repeat Marker spot A and you shall be safe."

You were a little relieved- yes…

The building was just a couple hours from here- you could make it…

Couldn't you?

But you didn't know about how you were…

You didn't know how you were

emanating...

The sound of your heavy relieved breathing caused one to come near the door.

Emanating for the specials…

You could hear it…

Dragging it's feet…

Slowly near the door.

You noticed that the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears was a fear in itself.

Even your body was afraid.

"Uunnnng…-" you gripped the gun tighter- trembling…

What was breathing again?

Who would remember when your lungs stopped working…

It pushed against the door grunting a little irritated.

You could hear more noticing his behavior.

'Food food food…..'

You shook in disgust of the primitive creatures.

The primitive creatures that just might kill you…

'I can do this…' your head was cheering you on.

It was like your mind and you were a different person.

Thoughts kept safely away in your head, while the fearful scared-out-of-your-mind self was holding a gun to the door.

Open it.

That's what your logic told you.

Why not open it- and kill them all in one go?

'What if I miss?'

Your going to be 3 feet away from it I doubt you'll miss it numbnuts.

Your brain was the tough one- it turned into the hardy survivor, it was the adrenaline rush- it was…

Your sad human contact.

Were you crazy?

It didn't matter-

All that mattered is when you heard at least two separate grunts now at the door.

Just shoot them- you have the silencer on.

Shoot them.

You flung open the door catching them by surprise.

"Hng?!" it lurched to get at your face.

BOOM-

Ones dead-

Crap forgot about the other

THNK-!

It went straight through it's skull.

With a garbled cry it fell to the floor with it's zombie brethren. You didn't know whether to smile or cry. Your hand wouldn't stop shaking.

Now you heard at least 3 advancing toward the noise- your shots were silent but the zombies cries weren't.

With your heart still frantically pumping you knew the only way to kill them was if they got close enough, you wouldn't waste any bullets if you didn't have a good shot.

One came around the corner as you stepped out the room.

Boom!
Thunk-

Two left.

Boom Boom- thunkthunk.

You remembered how to breathe again.

'My chest hurts.'

You shivered listening for more.

Silence…

You thought you heard a whispering noise but that wasn't helping you.

Your mind on overdrive as you went back in the room and snatched the moderate box of shells. You taught yourself how to load and reload this type of gun.

Double pistols.

You slipped the other one into your pocket, shivering as you placed more bullets into the empty cartridge.

You placed it in a backpack along with a few other things, a blanket- an old first aid kit- and a kitchen knife you nabbed just for safety before the first couple days of the infection even started.

You weren't one for dolls but…

After a corny afterthought you nabbed a stuffed animal you found on the floor, staring at it lifeless resting in your hand.

Whose was it?

You'd never know- maybe your relatives or a gift?

Either way it was a small white bear- it was cute, a little dirty with a drop of blood on it's paw but it said "I love you" in red letters on its stomach.

It was so soft…

You shivered tearing up as you put it in your back pocket.

What kind of mature person were you?

To place a toddlers type of toy in your pocket?

It was a little bigger than your palm.

But you felt like a toddler- alone in your own house.

It was a sort of comfort.

It was time to leave.

"Alright…" you mumbled going over to a window.

You looked out the front to notice that there was a car in the middle of the street- and you strained your eyes just enough to see that it still had its key in it's ignition… but there was also a dead body sitting in the front seat.

You really didn't want to leave the house…

Feeling afraid you realized that the sun was going down.

You quickly looked around outside noticing only a few zombies moving around the neighborhood.

Perhaps you would be safe to go another night?

You heard gunshots in the distance.

"Someone?"

Your heart skipped happily.

Someone means help-
Someone means less chance of dying.

You couldn't sleep then.

Shivering you kept looking near where the sound came from.

"Ah-!"

There he was-

Black hair and a tall built body- he had a shot gun in his hands along with two pistols in his pocket- he had a backpack too.

A ninja-turtles backpack.

Shooting as he crossed the street towards you.

He was going to take the car-

Shit-…

You needed to get out there then.

You nabbed your bag just as the sun hid behind the earth and it was dusk- just about 5 more minutes and it would be pitch black save for the broken flickering street lights.

You gathered all your courage as you waited for him to work his way on crossing the street again this time shooting three zombies at once with his loud rounds of shotgun bullets.

You watched as he got closer and closer down the street- then-… he was choking.

"Oh crap-" you whispered watching.

Something was wrapped around his neck.

You didn't know what to call it now- but a Smoker on the roof was dragging him towards your house.

Wait-

Your house?

…

"It's on the roof." You mumbled hurriedly.

You looked up as best you could through the window and noticed it was standing right above you on the shingles- it's tongue quickly dragging him near your house as he choked and shot at the few zombies that came towards him.

He had good aim.

You would help him.

You opened the window quietly as your hand shakily angled the gun to shoot-

You aimed it at the tongue and fired.

"Blaugh!"

Good shot.

You frantically left out the door of the room knowing that whatever you shot would be really pissed you just blew it's tongue off.

You rushed past the things you once knew to be safe-

Out the door you went down to the stranger who was running to the car.

You called as best you could- you hadn't realized your voice was so hoarse.

"Hn?!"

He pointed his gun at you as he got near the car and you ran to him tearing up.

"Please wait!"

He blinked before pointing the gun back at you.

'Oh god…'

He was going to shoot you…

You kept running towards him flinching when the sound of the click could be heard.

Boom!

You squeezed your eyes shut as the bullets whizzed past you.

"Augghh!!!!"

He shot the smoker.

"Get in!"

His voice yelled as he kicked the dead body out the drivers seat through the passenger door and you teared up more jumping into the car with him.

He slammed the door shut as did you as he started the car with ease.

"Shit- this only has an hour of gas…" he hissed driving through the dilapidated neighborhood.

It was a two seater car- a black one.

As you drove he speeded through the streets, luckily this particular car was as silent as death.

You heard zombies scuffling out the houses at the sound of the quiet noise the car made when he turned.

In thirty minutes you were both out of the area of houses and he drove straight through the streets without hindrance other than a few rabid zombies.

"Whats your name?" he finally asked.

He was looking for a gas station as well as you were.

"_______... what's yours?" you asked as you looked through the windows.

He wasn't so lucky- your window had yet to be broken open by some unknown force.

You spotted one.

"There." It was a simple convenience store.

He turned the car quickly into the lot grabbing his shotgun from the back.

It was lucky you had both found more bullet rounds and a small handgun in the back- somebody must've been trying to get away too.

He grunted as he reloaded his gun, the car still running.

You looked around frantically, there were zombies in the distance, but they wouldn't notice you two unless you moved frantically or made a lot of noise.

"I'm Robert… my friends call me Rob…..well I mean they CALLED me that before… this." he looked out the car front window with a look of anger and fear in his eyes.

He looked to be about 23- older than you either in a sense of maturity as well as body type.

You blushed.

You were simply wearing jeans and a sweat-jacket over a black tank-top.

Luckily you got a hold of sneakers.

"Mm." he finally looked at you as you made the quiet noise as well- thinking about your lost loved ones.

"Hey… your younger than me- aren't you?" he mumbled looking at you with curiosity.

You slowly nodded your head.

"I can… shoot alright." You mumbled looking at the guns in your hands.

He smiled.

"We're a team now- don't worry- I won't do anything weird to you." he said with a  reassuring smile.

You smiled back silently and looked out the window to the convenience store, glad that was out of the way.

"What are we gonna do?" you asked in a quiet voice.

You were still shaking.

He looked at the digital clock on his wrist.

"It's already 7pm- I think we should rest. You look like you need it." He spoke looking out his broken window.

You looked at him as he was inspecting.

He had dark circles around his eyes too- the cars mirror told you that in fact- you did look like a scared shivering mess, but it didn't hide the slight determined look you gave yourself as you looked to him.

"Okay…" he turned off the ignition pocketing the keys.

"Here's what we'll do- I used to work at a convenience store before- back in high school that is… anyways-" he kept looking out behind him and out at the convenience store.

It was lucky enough to be one of the tall ones.

"…There's an upstairs to this one as it looks and I think we can spend the night there- nothings ransacked the place, we can get enough food to take for ourselves on the trip. We can't pump ourselves gas unless we turn on the pump from inside the store anyways. You must've seen Marker A too yeah?" you nodded looking into his eyes.

They were a beautiful green in the moonlight.

You nodded.

"When I count to three- we both move out as quickly and quietly as possible- there might be a few unmentionables in there but I'm sure we can take them." He gave a reassured smile.

"One."

You gripped your guns in both hands now- backpack on your shoulders.

"Two."

You could feel your heart beating fast again- how could you sleep in this stage?

"Three-"

You both moved into action opening the car doors rushing out, you realized that it would be a lot harder to shoot while running.

Zombie video-games are misleading.

He held open the glass door for you.

The buildings lamps flickered on and off,

You hadn't attracted any zombies thankfully.

He looked around, isles were short in here so you could see if any zombies were around.

He grabbed your gun with the silencer and gave you his other handgun.

"I'll check upstairs." He mumbled pointing to the door in the back.

You were afraid-

You didn't want to be alone downstairs.

Luckily this convenience store only had the glass window at the front of the store instead of all around the building like most do.

You nodded nervously.

He opened the door before going in.

You were so afraid.

Looking back and forth behind and in front of you you went down an isle to the corner of the store.

"Ah-!" you shut your mouth-

A dead eaten body was on the floor.

It looked to be (what was left of) a man… his whole neck and ribs eaten open.

You grimaced shivering.

The smell was awful.

But you knew-

These were zombies.

So with a shivering foot you raised it and slammed it down on it's skull.

What scared you the most was the cracking noise.

What scared you as well was the fact that just before you foot connected with it's cranium it's arms came up as if to grab hold of something.

Your face was wet with tears.

'It's dead calm down…'

Since when had you started calling infected 'it'?

It wasn't human any more you guessed.

A quiet shuffling caught your attention. You looked out the glass window noticing nothing there.

You had an inkling and went to the cashiers counter- it was empty (thank god) and there was a box of shot gun rounds under the register.

You couldn't help but chuckle sadly.

You always knew convenience store keepers had to keep guns these days.

What with people constantly robbing them and whatnot.

You grabbed the box just as the stair's door opened.

Robert was panting lightly.

You turned to him frantically.

"There was a couple in there." He mumbled walking out the door.

You sighed relieved as he began to stuff his small bag with simple things- antiseptic, bandaids, lots of wrap- and duct tape.

You blinked.

"Oh."

You were supposed to be grabbing food and supplies as well.

You nabbed one of those cloth recycled made shopping bags and began filling it up with things- there wasn't anything necessarily healthy there save for cans.

"Grab the ones with the tabs." He mumbled as he was grabbing some Tylenol- best thing next to pain killers.

You nodded.

You needed to grab cans that didn't require a can opener.

You grabbed at least 12 and held them heavily in the cloth bag.

"It's safe up there- I promise."

You nodded descending up the stairs with only a slight hesitation.

Trust came easy when it promised safety.

You went up the stairs a few steps counting-

8 steps.

At the top you noticed the room to be a small sort of storage room- with a couple empty boxes and a flashlight in the corner, he must've set that there for you.

You were relieved to find that you had went through another door when you went inside. It was a heavy thick door with a lock on it.

'That'll keep them out…'

You heard the door down the stairs close and looked behind yourself as you set the heavy bag down grabbing at your guns again.

"Just me." he lugged up three bags of cans and food.

He kicked the heavy door closed with his metal toe and heeled boots and you went over to lock it, loving the sound of the heavy metal pole coming across its front to stop it from breaking open. It felt safer. You found yourself locking the small door lock as well even though nothing could get through it already.

Even the tiny click of that was reassuring.

You sighed looking around.

There was a blood stain on the far corner of the room and you thought.

"Where's the bodies?" you asked looking to him as he set the bags besides yours.

He pointed his handgun up to the ceiling.

"I threw their bodies off the top."

You noticed there were a couple poles on the side of the wall that led to a latch that opened to the roof.

"I'll take first watch- You should try to get some sleep." He spoke patting your hair.

You flinched to his touch but accepted it with a crooked smile.

"Okay…"

You went to the corner sitting down with your back on the wall and your guns still in your hands as he climbed up the two poles slipping out to the roof. You considered taking out your blanket but decided against it being they might hinder your hands if you needed to shoot.

You couldn't really sleep well- and to be honest you would have asked him to hold you while you slept but that would just be weird.

He was a nice guy through and through- and you would not drag him into some strange romance just because you were afraid to close your eyes.

Sleep didn't come easy at all- it had taken a good hour before your body just gave out and you had the heaviest sleep of you life.

"Hey."

You flinched his large hand covering your mouth as you were about to scream.

"Just me.. just Rob." He whispered giving you a small smile.

Rob-

Well he looked like utter crap on legs.

You nodded allowing him the sense to lower his hand slowly and you looked at his tired face and eyes.

"You need sleep." You whispered.

He chuckled leaning back.

"That I do." He took away your pistol with little difficulty even though you were clutching it like a vice and handed you your old one back with the silencer on it.

"Just stay quiet and make sure no one will take the car- be safe."

You looked at the gun then him hesitantly before hugging him tightly.

It was such a strange thing to do right now-

But you could really use a sense of comfort.

He did as well, his strong arms coming to wrap around your shivering form.

"We're a team. Just call me if you hear somethings wrong." He murmured mussing your hair again before pulling back.

You nodded quietly before slipping up walking over to the short ladder.

You didn't know about your scent.

"See you in the morning." You mumbled as he was sitting where you used to be.

He blinked looking to you.

"Oh."

He took off his wrist watch tossing it to you.

It was a little hard to grab it being both your hands were full with the pistols but you turned your hand sideways still holding the gun as the swiss army watch fell in your palm.

"Come back down when it's 5am" he whispered as you slipped the thing on stepping up the ladder.

"Mm." you nodded as you opened the hatch pulling your body up onto the roof.

It was silent up there-

And the sense of fear was blaring again.

You felt a slight wind caress your face as you looked around.

'Good..' you looked at the watch- 12:14.

"I only slept 5 hours…" you mumbled looking around with your guns.

The roof was a simple dusty white one, flat- with that bumpy material so your feet had better grip.

You slipped near the edge of it looking down, the car was safely turned off and nothing was touching it.

"Alright… 4 hours… 46 minutes." You mumbled sitting down.

You looked behind you.

Nothing there.

You thought you heard a slipping noise-

'Calm down… you're alright..' you thought to yourself as you looked around.


~

Oh that smell… something smelled good.

I walked along the rooftops, my long dull pink tongue hanging out my mouth.

"Nhgh…."  A small grunt came out.

'Smell.. where was the smell…'

It was so…

enticing…

~

You sat up finding yourself almost falling asleep.

'Ah- gotta stay up-' you thought tightening your grip on your guns.

The sound again-

"Just imagining things…" you mumbled shivering.

There was nothing in the streets now- save for one lone zombie down the street wandering slowly around.

You didn't hear him coming.

Not at all.

"Hnn…"

Your eyes widened-

It was too late-

You felt a tongue wrap around your mouth like a whip- it was strangely warm and wet.

"Mh!"

You would have screamed or shot at it but another tongue came out and wrapped around your arms.

Fuck you were so dead.

And you didn't even know where it was coming from yet.

You looked to your side straining you eyes.

It had come from the roof behind you.

"Mmh!!!!" you felt yourself screaming in your throat as you were slowly dragged back.

It jumped to your roof easily.

"Nnnnhhh…." The dark growl it sounded made your blood run cold- you stopped screaming, only staring up at it as it pulled you to the center of the ceiling.

It stared down at you- with glowing yellow eyes.

His skin was of gray color- half his face normal and the other covered in bulbous infection.

He had black hair too-

Or at least that was what you could tell- it could just be incredibly dirty.

"Hmmm…" you whimpered tears coming out your eyes.

It towered over you just looking- it's breath a little faster.

~

Oh she was so tantalizing… just the skin my weapon wrapped around her mouth tasted…. Good.

She squirmed now as I stared down at her.

Why shouldn't I just kill her

Kill her..

The dark side comes and goes.

I hadn't eaten in so long I might as well strangle her and eat her but----….

I wanted to keep her alive for a little longer.

I kneeled down on all fours looking at her at such a close proximity.

Why was this human…

Why did she smell so good?
I wanted to know.

My tongue from my mouth slowly unraveled around her mouth- mmm…

I could feel the red blood rushing through her thin skin…

Just one bite and I could-….

"Mmmh…"

She tried to scream again but I wouldn't have any of that-

My tongue quick-wrapped around her mouth again.

She shivered and I growled.

"Dddd…ont…" I felt my voice husking out.

I hadn't used my voice in a long time.

Hell I couldn't remember who I even was…

Words were hard to use.

She didn't smell like cigarettes and that was nice.

She teared up again as I straddled her- no need to use my second tongue from my disgusting infected face to stop her from moving.

She was petrified.

I grinned.

"Pl-please….do-" I covered her mouth with my tongue.

I use it a lot more than I do my own hands… it's more natural to me.

I growled again leaning into her.

Her eyes were so shiny with tears and fear- I could smell it.

Along with her scent that brought me here.

She better not move.

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'H-holy crap!' you teared up as it straddled you.

Why wasn't it choking or ripping you to shreds?

You couldn't move.

A bit of his tongue's saliva went in your mouth.

He tasted like cigarettes. Gross.

When he spoke it truly shocked you.

Like hell you'd move anyways with a monster straddling you.

He could kill you.

So you just stared up at him as he did the same to you- his breathing haggard as a smokers should be.

He unraveled his tongue from around your mouth again letting you breath quietly.

Your eyes once trained on his now looked at the tongue wiggling in the air.

He used his other tongue to hold your arms behind your back as he grabbed your hair in both hands pulling it to his face.

"A-" you hissed as he yanked it.

'Wait…' you opened your squinched eyes and looked.

He was…

'He's smelling my hair!'

The only view you got now was his chest- it was covered poorly by a striped gray and black shirt and his tight jeans holding tattered on his hips.

"Nnnnnhhh…" you could more FEEL the rumble of his chest than hear it- it was a deep low growl that came as he took deep breaths of your locks his tongue finally catching your attention.

You were still afraid as hell and this was not a good position to be in.

The tongue hanging out his mouth poked your cheek idly before lavishing that whole side of your face with it.

You shuddered.

This was morbid.

Then it trailed down…

It led a warm trail down your neck tickling it slightly as it tasted the flesh there.

The sound of his coughing only made you shiver more.

This had to be the weirdest thing that has happened to you all your life.

"Gggoood….ngh…." it's voice was so rusty and gravely.

It pulled back looking at you.

His tongue slid around your neck squeezing a little.

You gasped.

It loosened the grip around and just stared at you as his tongue retreated back sliding up your throat to your chin and up to your cheek again.

It was as if it was testing you.

This was really weird- and your body wouldn't stop shaking.

His eyes seemed to glow brighter as the moonlight was to his back.

He did nothing with his hands yet just letting his arms hang at his sides, his other tongue still holding your own arms.

His mouth was open of coarse a little so his appendage could thoroughly touch your face and you hoped to god he wouldn't place it anywhere near the inside of you mouth.

He grunted watching your expression intently as he leaned a little closer keeping his balance using his hands finally at your sides.

The warm appendage dragged to your ear trying to slip in.

You gasped squirming away- you didn't know why the hell you would blush to such a primitive creature but you did none the less. The sound of his breathing was now but a background noise as he noticed the blood rushing to your cheeks. His tongue ran along the red.

You knew it wanted to eat you.

Your heart beat faster than ever before.

You realized that this infected was warmer than you were.

"Nh-." It almost scoffed it's lips cracking into a grin as it retracted it's tongue-

~

Oh she was so smooth… surfaces- so many surfaces to taste.

I ran my tongue inside her ear- the human didn't seem to like that much- but blood rushed to her face.

It somehow made me sickeningly happy inside.

I didn't know I could smirk until I did.

She shivered still looking up to me.

Her shiny eyes.

We were like this for a while- me poking her face occasionally with my tongue.

It was strange.

The smell was still there-

I wanted to cover it up with my own.

I heard a Hunter in the distance.

Better go.

Those f*ckers scratch hard.

But I didn't want to leave her.

Not with her smelling like she did.

Stupid hunter would probably like it too.

I just had a sense.

I grunted coughing a little as I leaned down.

Her whole body shook faster than before as my head came towards her.

I had to show everyone who had been here.

Mine-

I retracted my tongue- my head nuzzling her neck.

The growl in my throat seemed to scare her more.

With my tongue back to a more 'human' size I lavished a spot on her neck.

Human skin is so thin-

You can practically taste the blood beneath it.

I grazed my teeth down the portion I wet.

She gasped- my hair felt damp.

Oh- she was crying.

Humans are weak.

I lavished the spot with tongue again,

Control…

Instincts made me want to rip her throat out and eat her.

Another part of me…

it felt good enough to keep her alive…

I grazed my teeth against her again and she let out a whimper.

Mine-

I started sucking.

This was how I would mark her.

Other than leaving my scent all over her that is.

She shuddered beneath me- goose bumps on her arms I could feel with my other tongue.
I sucked hard biting a little- oh…

Almost created a cut there.

She bit her lip.

I went like this for at least a couple hours.

Sucking the one spot as my mouth kept running over it.

It was almost purple or black when I was done with it.

With a last nip on it making her flinch I pulled back staring at her.

She looked so…

Submissive.

I continued to breath in my hazy way- just straddling her like I was before I heard the sound of the other zombies waking up.

"Hn…" stupid other zombies…

My female.

Mine.

I ran my muscle around the big bruised spot on her neck.

If any other zombie saw it- they would know.

They would know that I was now going to stalk her- and watch her- and breath in her scent the most I could.

Stupid hunter was coming closer.

I stood up, my extra tongue still holding her arms behind her as I walked to the edge of the roof. I wasn't about to have her shoot me.

Humans are getting better at shooting more and more.

I hope she remembers me.

Because I plan to come back.

As I jumped down into the darkness I retracted my tongue.
She was probably still frozen.

I grunted smirking.

~

Why was he doing this?

You couldn't remember when you started calling 'it' a he either.

In any case HE was giving you a hickey, you were sure of it.

It hurt so much you wanted to scream.

But every time his sharp teeth grazed your neck you found your voice caught in your throat.

It pulled back- was he SMIRKING?!

You shook furiously as he walked slumped away from you- other tongue still holding your arms from using your guns.

It jumped off the roof down before letting you go.

You sat there for a good thirty minutes before shifting to sit up all the way.

The scent of the smoker still hovering around you.

It was in you clothes, on your neck- and a little of the bitter taste was still in your mouth.

You heard the roof hatch slipping open.

"Morning- are you alright?"

You blinked turning to Rob.

"The first nights always the hardest." He smoke beckoning for you to come down.

You blushed tentatively touching a hand to the mark the animalistic male had made on your neck.

"No kidding…" you murmured letting out a trembled sigh as you got up.

It was time to go.

Owari~

So guys! What'd you think? Was it just about the most strangest thing I could have written? Sorry if I grossed or freaked any of you out ^^ ; those two things sort of pair together when your reading a zombie x reader story, please rate and tell me what you think! This IS my first story about zombies after all. ;w; <3