Death, Blood and, Somehow, Love

Meeting the Hunter

                 The world was hell, I had to admit. Biters were everywhere, usually only one or two. Never more than 1/2 a dozen. But, every so often, there's, like 15 biters. I call it a horde. I never encounter any. I stay in an abandoned mini mall that I have made home. The only time I go out, is on a run for food and supplies. I worked alone, no one to care for, no one to worry about. But there was this one day, when my whole life changed.
          I was out on a run, searching for medicine. I wasn't sick or hurt, or anything like that, but my mini mall wasn't enough. So, anyway, I was in the Atlanta Hospital Drug Room, or AHDR for short, when I hear a rustling behind me. I pick up my bow, and let an arrow fly into the biter's head. I walk up to it and pull my arrow out. But as I looked up, I see several biters heading my way.
          I back up into the medicine cabinet behind me, and aim fearlessly at the biters. Arrow after arrow hits its target, until my quiver only has a few left. There were still more biters coming.
          I run to each biter to get my arrows, when I come to one that is stuck in the bone. Behind my back was a biter not far away. It was still coming closer, but I just could not get the damn arrow out.
          Shit, I think, I'm fucking dead.
         I turn my head once more just as the biter was spin me.
         This is the end.
         The biter's hands had just touched my backpack when I hear a woosh, and the monster falls to the floor. An arrow that was foreign to me sticks out of its head.
           " Dumb bitch," a raspy, man's voice says behind me, " Gon' get yourself killed, ya know that?"
           " I had the situation handled, " I hiss and turn to the man.
           He was hot. His sleeveless vest showed off his biceps, and his black-brown hair cut off just below his ears.
          " Handled," he scoffs, sarcastically, "Right, because needing someone to save you, is handled? Didn't think so. "
          I walk up to him, so close to him I could feel his body heat.
        " Look, punk," I say, narrowing my eyes, " I didn't 'need' you. I was fine. "
        " No, your right," he growls, " Shoulda let your sorry ass die."
       " I. Was. Fine."
       " I'm sorry, didn't catch your name. "
      " Jayda. And you are?" Now it was my turn to be sarcastic.
       " Daryl. Well, Jay-" he starts before I interrupt him.
       " You know Daryl, you're a real jackass. "
       " What were you doing out here?"
       " I needed medicine, same as you, asshole. "
       " Well, where is it, ya little bitch?"
       I felt like the name calling was getting outta hand. We all knew ( we as in me ) that Daryl was an ass. We all knew that I was a bitch. And that's exactly what I tell him.
       " Well, maybe, I wouldn't do it if you weren't one. And I ain't no ass. "
       " Yes you are, " I muffle under my breath.
       " All I need is the cins. "
       " Excuse me?" I was completely thrown off track.
       " C-i-n. The medicine. I need antihistamines, penicillin, ibuprofen. That's all. My group's sick. Just gimme the damn pills!"
      " And what makes you think I'm a just gon' give 'em to y'all?" I ask, mocking his accent.
      " You shut the hell up before I shoot your ass. That's how I know you'll give 'em to me. "
      He didn't scare me. His crossbow, on the other hand, did. So I dig the pill bottles out of my backpack and jerk them out with my fist. Daryl takes them without hesitation.
     " Your arrow's still stuck, " he says as he walks out the door. I decide to follow him. But he didn't know that.