THE LAST OF US Part 3 Fanfic (EN)

5. Viper

A short time later, the Rattlesnakes took over the Fireflies' camp. They were around the fire laughing and feasting on the leftover meat. Abby, Stiven, Lev, Lucius, and three more Fireflies were sitting together, their arms tied behind their backs, about ten feet from the fire where Viper was eating. She had the biggest piece of ham in her hands, her mouth smeared with meat, eating it like it was the best feast of her life. Marjore, the red-haired girl, came over and whispered something in Viper's ear, who nodded and bit into a piece of ham.

"Wow! Fuck! This here is delicious!" She said excitedly with her mouth full. "Who was it that managed to catch a deer around here?" she asked looking at the hostages, but no one answered her. "Come on, don't be shy, you know I don't like silence. I know I can be a little intimidating... your friend over there was even speechless." She nodded at Lucius, who was staring at the floor with an expressionless face, not even reacting to the provocation. "But I promise I don't bite, I leave that to the fungi." Yet, the hostages remained silent.

Viper looked at them again, but now her friendly expression turned menacing so fast they couldn't even notice the transition. Stiven felt a chill down his spine, gasping for air as he tried to breathe. A bead of cold sweat ran down his forehead. It was like he's facing his own death, and even without looking, he knows his friends feel the same way.

"It was me," Lev replied calmly. Abby couldn't hide her worried look at the boy.

"Told you! It was not that hard." Viper picked up a piece of meat and walked over to the boy, crouched down and held out her hand. "Here! What kind of hostess would I be if I didn't let you eat your own game? By the way, thanks for dinner." Lev stared at her for a moment, a little confused by the situation, but he didn't take the meat. "Not hungry? Well, there's more for me" she replied, stuffing the piece of meat into her mouth. "You look like a good hunter," she continued, her mouth full, licking her fingers. "We need people like you. Gary hunts well, but he's better with rabbits and squirrels. But a fucking deer!" She opened her arms in satisfaction. "This is indeed a feast!"

She looked at the boy, her gaze changed again, this time with curiosity. She frowned, squinting.

"You... are not strange to me." She looked at his clothes, turned his head, facing different angles. She cupped his chin and stared into his face. Her eyes widened in excitement. "It's you, boy! Holy shit it's you!" She put her hands on Lev's face, patting him. "You're stronger than I remember, but it's you. That means she's here, right?" She said to Lev. He was startled to learn it was Abby. Viper noticed the boy's reaction. "THAT FUCK IS THIS! Donius was right in the end!"

She tossed the last of the meat to the floor as if finding something far more accurate than food. She got to her feet and circled the hostages, looking for Abby. She stared at her for a moment and Abby stared back, her face grim. Viper flashed an excited smile.

"It's you..." Her sadistic gaze was more penetrating, revealing her excitement. She could feel her bloodlust like a hungry wolf. She took her pocketknife out of her pocket and cut off the sleeves of Abby's shirt. "Look at your arms! Fuck, it's you!" She hugged her like she was a loved one she hadn't seen in a long time, she looked into her face and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "We were looking for you, my love," she said with a smile on her face. She got up and turned around. "I'm surprised how quickly she regained her muscles." She whirled around again and punched Abby in the face, slamming her to the ground. The blow was so strong, Viper shakes her hand in pain. "Now, I'm excited." She turned to the fire and shouted to the henchmen. "HEY! WE FOUND HER!"

"What's that for?! Damn it!" Stiven tried to react, but he couldn't let go of the ropes.

"Oh... your boyfriend?" Viper pointed at Stiven as she glared at Abby. She motioned with her hands to the thugs, who took Stiven and laid him face down on one of the logs that was used as a bench.