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'The coughing and wheezing… It never stops…' was the thought that crossed Milo's mind.

The lanky figure sat on the roof with his legs pulled up to his chest, surrounded by a thick cloud of spores and smoke. A long tongue lolled from between his chapped lips, laying to rest in a small pile next to him. He let out a deep, loud cough, followed by a few smaller coughs. Every breath was a rough wheeze. He hated being like this. Like a.. monster.

Milo pressed his forehead against his knees and let out a raspy sigh. He missed his family, friends, and now the group of survivors that had been his temporary, dysfunctional family. The group had tried to save him after he had been attacked by that Smoker infected, but once he had turned he had went on a blind rampage and killed them, though he had been inflicted with minor injuries in the fight(a couple bullet wounds, scrapes, and bruises). Once he fled the safe room they had taken residence in for the night, he found a nice abandoned building he could occupy. And that's where he was now; on the roof.

Even though he had only fed on his friends a day or two ago, Milo was hungry once again. What reminded him of the uncomfortable twinge in his stomach was the sound of shouting, a loud beeping noise and then a huge explosion. 'Survivors..' He thought, crawling over to the side of the roof. On the street in front of the house, he saw mutilated bodies of the living and infected alike. The shouting got louder, and then he spotted a group of four survivors running in his direction. Milo's decaying lips curled into a devious smirk, but before he could think of any plans to take down the group, he heard a low guttural growl on the roof next to him. The tall Smoker turned to see someone crouched on the ledge of the adjoining roof. He raised a brow quizzically.

"Who are you?" Milo asked in a raspy, hollow voice.

"I don't think that's any of your business, stoner." The stranger spat, jumping over to the roof Milo was standing on. The stranger wore a dark blue hoodie that was splattered in blood and had old duct tape wrapped around the elbows and wrists cuffs. For pants he wore dark brown jeans that also had duct tape around the knees and ankles. The shoes he wore had the fronts of them torn open to reveal his dirty feet.

"Well, could you please leave me alone? I was about to go get something to eat.." Milo turned to look back at the street; the survivors had passed the building and was currently fighting off a large horde of infected.

"You mean that group of survivors over there; the group I've been stalking for about twenty minutes? Hell no, stoner. I was going to snack on them first!" The Hunter got up in Milo's personal space and roughly poked the Smoker's chest.

Milo furrowed his brow as he looked down at the blond Hunter. "Can't we just share them? I get two and you get two. Fair deal, alright?"

"Hmm.." The Hunter backed up a bit and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. After a few minutes, he grinned wide and held out his hand. "That sounds good." Milo hesitantly grabbed the Hunter's grimy hand and shook it. After the deal was sealed with that handshake, the Hunter jumped onto the ledge of the roof, crouched, and turned his head to look back at Milo.

"The name's Daston, by the way."

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'The coughing and wheezing… It never stops…' was the thought that crossed Milo's mind.

The lanky figure sat on the roof with his legs pulled up to his chest, surrounded by a thick cloud of spores and smoke. A long tongue lolled from between his chapped lips, laying to rest in a small pile next to him. He let out a deep, loud cough, followed by a few smaller coughs. Every breath was a rough wheeze. He hated being like this. Like a.. monster.

Milo pressed his forehead against his knees and let out a raspy sigh. He missed his family, friends, and now the group of survivors that had been his temporary, dysfunctional family. The group had tried to save him after he had been attacked by that Smoker infected, but once he had turned he had went on a blind rampage and killed them, though he had been inflicted with minor injuries in the fight(a couple bullet wounds, scrapes, and bruises). Once he fled the safe room they had taken residence in for the night, he found a nice abandoned building he could occupy. And that's where he was now; on the roof.

Even though he had only fed on his friends a day or two ago, Milo was hungry once again. What reminded him of the uncomfortable twinge in his stomach was the sound of shouting, a loud beeping noise and then a huge explosion. 'Survivors..' He thought, crawling over to the side of the roof. On the street in front of the house, he saw mutilated bodies of the living and infected alike. The shouting got louder, and then he spotted a group of four survivors running in his direction. Milo's decaying lips curled into a devious smirk, but before he could think of any plans to take down the group, he heard a low guttural growl on the roof next to him. The tall Smoker turned to see someone crouched on the ledge of the adjoining roof. He raised a brow quizzically.

"Who are you?" Milo asked in a raspy, hollow voice.

"I don't think that's any of your business, stoner." The stranger spat, jumping over to the roof Milo was standing on. The stranger wore a dark blue hoodie that was splattered in blood and had old duct tape wrapped around the elbows and wrists cuffs. For pants he wore dark brown jeans that also had duct tape around the knees and ankles. The shoes he wore had the fronts of them torn open to reveal his dirty feet.

"Well, could you please leave me alone? I was about to go get something to eat.." Milo turned to look back at the street; the survivors had passed the building and was currently fighting off a large horde of infected.

"You mean that group of survivors over there; the group I've been stalking for about twenty minutes? Hell no, stoner. I was going to snack on them first!" The Hunter got up in Milo's personal space and roughly poked the Smoker's chest.

Milo furrowed his brow as he looked down at the blond Hunter. "Can't we just share them? I get two and you get two. Fair deal, alright?"

"Hmm.." The Hunter backed up a bit and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. After a few minutes, he grinned wide and held out his hand. "That sounds good." Milo hesitantly grabbed the Hunter's grimy hand and shook it. After the deal was sealed with that handshake, the Hunter jumped onto the ledge of the roof, crouched, and turned his head to look back at Milo.

"The name's Daston, by the way."