Author Note: OKAY! Last one. I hope you guys liked this story that me and my BF wrote and made together. Please, don't flame. I know I'm a bit off and some grammar are a bit off, but I'm way too lazy to edit the whole thing. Also, please check out my other story, Animalistic Desire, a story thats about a OC I thought of and a Hunter. Thanks again!

Riv cradled the witch close, petting her hair gently. he smiled
softly. "...mmm..." He kissed the top of her head softly. He slid
out of her arms and rose, He screeched in pain when he realized it
was morning. Witch's hated to be startled but light always hurt the
hunter's sensitive eyes. it's why some managed to claw their eyes
out. He fell on the ground, writhing. he reached around wildly for
his hoodie.
She was dozing off in the Hunters arms, smiling. Even though they
couldn't sleep, she still felt a bit tired from what they did. As
she felt him rose up and away, she soon gasps out when she heard
his screech of pain. Sitting up, she raised a hand to cover her
eyes. Luckily she was siting down and not standing up when the sun
was coming in. Looking around, she pulls over what looked to be his
jacket, and handed to him. Her hand still covering her face from
any light that might have gotten in.

He grabs it and manages to wriggle into it. he pulled the hood down
over his eyes, breathing heavily from the pain. His claws were
digging into the ground as he rushed over and bent the metal of
the shack to close off the light.
As Aida watches this all, she blinks a few times as the light
finally was gone and she stares with worried wide eyes at Riv as
she watched him in pain. Swallowing a bit, she stood up, and slowly
walked over to him. She reaches out to touch his shoulder.
"Riv...a-are you alright?"
".e....eyes...." She saw a few snips of steam rising up from under
the hood. '..burns..."
Her eyes widen at the sight of it, and moves to turn him around.
Her hands carefully moved to cup the side of his face, and moves
his head up so she can look into his eyes. "Why did this happen?"

They were black as usual. They filled with tears to sooth it.
"...eyes..s..sensitive...hunter evolution...bright
lights...suns especially..it's why most hunters go looking for
hooded clothing"
"I always wonder about that....but the others...Besides Witches and
Hunters. Their not the same." Her thumbs carefully moved to slide
and rub under his eyes. She had a worried look on her face, and
soon the tears started to come once more. But instead of hating
them, she welcomed them as she didn't like seeing him in pain.
He blinked and wiped her tears. "...it's alright...it's more
like..witches feel a higher sense of fear....the lights hurt but
what drives you into the rage is that the pain happens suddenly. The
sudden rush of surprise sends you into a super strong defensive
mode." He moved back and smiled softly. "...despite my hate for
light I love mornings..."
She then gave a wryly smile at him, "And yet it hates you...." She
trains off as she remembers that she knew nothing of the Infected
at all. She then tilted her head to the side, "Can you tell me
more? About the Infected?"

He smiled. He lifted a finger. Soon over the entire city what was
once just mindless groans started to sound like songs. "...The
horde is welcoming the sun...." The song was beautiful, like a
hundred minds singing in unison. A heavenly chorus, heard only by
those cursed with the infection.
She tilted her head to the side at the sound she heard. And then
said in a low voice. "I never realized....I would always run away
when hearing those sounds. Never really listening to them."
"...you wouldn't have heard it...the infection hadn't set in enough
for you to hear the Horde song...to hear the collective." He looked
to her and smiled. "...before I begin..." he cut his hand with his
claw, bleeding. "....drink."
She moves her head back when he offered his bleeding hand and
frowns at him, "W-why?" She didn't understand it. The Infected only
fed on the Survivors, never others of their kind. At least, she
thought so.
"...if you contract my disease it's possible your brain will
clot...your mind will be spared the total infection."
He said solemnly.

She looked down as he said that, her eyes lighted a bit. She would
be able to think just like she is now. Never fully changed like she
was becoming. Biting her bottom lip, she then took his hand in her
clawed palm, and bends her head, she licks at the blood that pooled
in his palm. And soon places her lips against the would and drinks
at his blood. Her eyes closed as she drank it.
He shivered a bit. It felt good to feel her lips touch his skin.
"...just a little bit more to be safe..."
She continued to drink at his blood, her tongue swiping out against
the cut on his palm as she drank. Her eyes opened up and soon was
staring up at him as she drank at his blood.
He smiled softly. Soon the wound closed as she licked. He nodded
and pulled his hand back. "...so...you want to know more about the
infected..."
Aida nodded her head, licking around at her lips where there was
some blood left. "Y-yeah. I wanted to know more about them...I
mean. Us." She looked away a bit as that thought keeps getting away
from her mind.

He nodded a bit and smiled. "...you've accepted....that's good." he
leans back and closes his eyes. "...you understand that hunters,
tanks, boomers and smokers are evolved from the Horde. Witches are
different...there's a theory that they were the original
infectors...I'm not sure. It seems to be a random mutation that
occurs in some infected females."
"...but i digress...what needs to be understood is that the
horde...is actually ONE being."
Her eyes went wide at that bit of news, and said in a low voice.
"A-are you serious? That Witches are the ones that started this
all?" She was shocked. Then again, she always wondered why she
didn't become like the Hord, and why she just started to change.
He shrugs. "...who knows....none of us seem to...it's one of those
mysteries that may never be solved....but I will tell you what IS
known...so...where do you want me to start? Pick an infected. any
infected."
She raised a brow at what he asked, and then said. "Tank."

"...in the Horde tongue...the tank is called..." he spoke in growls,
but in her mind it said "The Rage-filled Rooks."
"......what you have to understand also is that in my
curiosity....I've torn certain infected apart to see what's
inside......the tank's muscles have actually BROKEN its spinal
column...which is why its movements are so jerky..."
"The column rises, pushing into the limbic system...the final
result...is a never ending rage. They cannot do anything
gently....even have sex....." he shuddered, gripping at his hoodie.
"...i once saw a tank rip a witch to shreds during..." he shook his
head. "...let's not dwell on that memory."
She nods her head with a wince as she remembered there was a Tank
that wanted her. "Yeah, lets not stay on that part."
"...but yes. The Tank is completely rage filled....you ever wonder
why a tank is so eager to kill survivors? Like...even more so then
most infected?"

"Um, Not really. I just thought it was just the way a Tank was.
Since it was a Infected."
"...oh no...you see...the tank's infection has pushed the column
further in the brain then it should be...if a tank isn't pounding
on something to release the mental stress and loses their
adrenaline high...well....without the relief of violence...their
brain explodes. Literally blows itself to pieces inside its skull.
They HAVE to be violent...or else they die."
Her eyes widen at that. "Wow, okay. Um, what about the Boomers. You
got a good reason for the way they are?"

"The boomers excrete a bile that attracts more infected. It's exactly like how scouter worker ants excrete a trail for the other ants to follow. They were evolved to be scouts and finders. What very few people realize is that boomers weren't actually that fat before being turned. Their bodies swell with bile and a byproduct gas of the bile. ...even the skinniest person can become a boomer. The boils are actually where pockets of the air have formed...the boomer...is literally...a humanoid balloon."
"which is why they explode so easily."
Her face screwed up in disgust at what he said. "So, Tanks are Rooks in a way. Boomers are Scouts. What about Smokers?"
"I wasn't done."
"Oh, sorry."
"in Horde tongue the boomer's name is.." he made the growls again, saying "the exploding Pawn."
"...and being a boomer is one of the worst outcomes...if you don't vomit or...expel the gas... you either explode...or choke to death on your own fluids..." Riv shuddered at the thought
Aida also shuddered at what he said. "Pawn, got it."

He nodded. "...smokers....the..." He spoke again. It was weird how he spoke inside her mind...but also comforting.
"...The Noose-Bearing Bishops."
He nodded softly.
"The smoker's tongue is um...well....it's made by mixing the small intestine onto the actual human tongue....they get taller and skinnier because they can only eat a little amount since the large intestine is all that's left and is shorter then the small intestine...."
"well actually that explains the weight...the height is...I'm not sure...i think the process of melding tongue to intestine stretches the spine and makes it more flexible which is why they always slouch."
"Their tongues are.....combine with...their small intestine.." She spoke slowly with slightly wide eyes at what he said.
He nodded. "...they're throwing...a mutated form of their guts."

"...the boils are caused by an allergic reaction to their own smoke. the smoke is actually......parasites. Small insect like fireflies that live.....in a hive. On them. The missing, swollen half of the smoker's face? It's hollow and filled with the insects. When a smoker is killed they explode from a dangerous chemical reaction in their body at death. It causes ACTUAL smoke. The glowing green smoke following a smoker all the time? That's a cloud of the parasites. The smoker uses the glow to signal the horde to attack a prey he's caught with his tongue."
Her eyes were slightly wide, and for once her left eye twitched and raised a hand. "Bishop, Pawn, and Rook. Okay, now can we change the topic. I don't think.....Well, I think you might have to change it."
He nodded and smiled. "...Witches." He said, looking into her eyes.
"...do you want to know more about what you are?"
She blinked a few times at what he said and then bites her lower lip. She then nods her head.
"...The Weeping Queens." he said simply in the mind speaking.
"Weeping.....Queens?" She frowns a bit, tilting her head to the side by just saying that.

He nodded. "...Witches cry. It's what they're known for. They are possibly the starters of the infection. What most survivors and...very few witches actually realize... is that the horde has a natural desire to protect them. The Witch is the most deadly infected. The claws can end through a human in seconds. Speed is faster then any other infected. The Horde treats Witches with an utmost respect. Some can even control the Horde with their pheromone signals."
"Really?"
He nodded. "...the horde envies their ability to feel. A witch never loses the ability to feel emotion. However...with the crushing depression of no longer being human...a witch is usually haunted by their past...and can only cry. But it's more then any other infected can do. So the horde still cherishes them as Queens."
She lets out what sounded like a attempt at a whistle, as she had slightly wide eyes. "So, all Witches are the Queen of the Infected in a way?"
He nodded. "...Queens with no kings..."
"...you may have wondered about the whole...talking in the mind thing..."
"Yeah, I didn't know it was possible for Infected to do that."
"all infected. You see...boomers and smokers act like ants in a colony. hunters, tanks and witches are the only ones with independent thought. All those common infected? ...they're all one. The infection melds our minds into one giant thinking organism. Except for hunters, queens, tanks, booemrs and smokers... the horde can only think as THE HORDE. there is no 'I' or 'Me' there is only 'us' for the horde. And with it comes all the previous lives. They've lost their humanity...but they remember. Inside the Horde singularity is all of human thought. They are unable to utilize their knowledge because when they move the body and brain thinks like an animal. but all the knowledge...it's THERE. If you speak to the horde...it's a very poetic and intelligent being. Try to talk to just ONE...and all you'll get is groans not even WE can understand."
She nods her head, understanding what he was getting at. "That makes sense."

He nods. and smiles. "and there you go..." he said...forgetting one
other class of infected.
As he finished, she then frowns. "What about you?"
He blinked. "what about...OH RIGHT!" he chuckled. "...Hunters are
known...as..."
His voice came out in growls. But the words came out in her mind.
"The Feral Knights."
She raised a brow at what he said, and said with a small smile.
"Knights?"
"yes. Hunters are meant to protect. We are guardians. We are given
animalistic instincts and muscles that never tire. A tank is a
destroyer, he is violent. He is short lived. Hunters are meant to
live long. We protect the horde, the other infected. Yet above all
we are the most sensitive to the signals sent by the Witches. We
are the knights. We are servants. We are tamed wolves. We are wild,
but we remember our collars."

She smiled and chuckled a bit at what he said, and spoke with
amusement in her voice. "So basically, the Witches can control the
Hunter's and they watch over the Witches?"
"for the most part. Except me. Without being fully infected....I've
only found myself obeying one witch..." he smiled lovingly to her.
She looked down shyly at the look he gave her, she then reaches up
to tug at a lock of her long pale hair as she smiled a bit.
He smiled back. And he pulled her to her feet. slowly he went down
on his knees, taking her hand.
"...My Mistress...My queen..." he smiled, and the soft blush that
was all his cheeks could muster came to his cheeks as he kissed
each knuckle softly.

She smiled downa to him, wishing that she could blush like she use
to do when he kissed at her knuckles, and then went down to kneel
in front of him, and wraps her arms around him to hug him close.
"And you are my Knight."
He hugged back. Smiling softly. "...the city is ours, my love." He
kissed her gently. "...welcome to the life of aninfected...I'm glad
we found each other." He lifted his hood covered eyes toward the
city. The future was now theirs. the city was theirs. this was
their time. A time for a queen, and her most faithful knight.