Cold winter

By ~Emotionalanime/ Zosanjodem

A Left 4 Dead Story

This winter seems to have no end, the hunter could feel his legs starting to itch because of the strange white, powder like surface on the ground that he had been walking in for some hours, maybe days.

At least the crafty wind had stopped blowing so that now he could at least see where he was going, it didn't help much since his feet where deep under the white, powder like surface.

He forced himself to keep walking instead of just standing still and get colder. Since the infection started he had been on his own, he met a Jockey once but it was only during like 2 seconds, because he had have to leave quickly because of a huge horde was on to him.

He stopped for a second to catch his breath,' How can someone walk in this..?' The hunter thought, then he continued forward through the white, powder like surface on the ground.

The hunter could barely feel his body anymore after just some more steps, he tripped over something under the white powder and hit the ground, he tried to get up but was too tired to now even care if he would froze to death.

The hunter fainted in the snow, breathing slow and small, it all seemed to point at his death...

2 days later...

The hunter forced his eyes to open but could only see blurred darkness in front of him; he was at least no outside anymore according to the warmth he felt against his back and down his legs.

He couldn't see anything accept some blurred shapes here and there, he closed his eyes again.

He could feel his legs again but they were still itchy like hell, he just lied there taking in the warmth from. From what? The hunter tried to turn around but couldn't, he was stuck.

'MH...mm'' The hunter stopped moving, was there someone else in that bed with him? He tried one more time to move around, at least with his head.

Suddenly a steam of smoke come up behind him, it smelled like old rotten cheese, not a favor smell for a very strong nose like the hunter's.

''Let go..'' The hunter whispered softly so whatever behind him wouldn't get upset, not a good first meeting.

''Could you let go..?'' The hunter said a bit louder, but no reaction from the creature behind his back, the hunter suddenly felt something grabbing around his waist, probably to make him stay still. But the hunter resisted and tried again to get lose from the grip, he tried to get lose from the hands around his waist by using his own but that didn't do much either.

''You're still could be still...'' A suddenly voice said, the hunter froze, the voice sounded calm, tired or maybe a little pissed off.

''I'll be still when you let go!'' The hunter said a bit pissed off himself, but at least more begging, he was scared, he didn't know what was holding him so close, was it friendly or was it his enemy?

But the creature behind him didn't move an inch further away from the hunter and the hunter was starting to become frustrated because of the situation he was in.

''Have you ever heard of silence, Hunter..?'' The other voice whispered near the hunters ear that the hunter could feel the warm breath from the creatures mouth, smelling old and smokey, but still very gently.

The hunter didn't give up that easy and almost felt ashamed for that comment.

''I don't just like this idea of you holding me so tight..'' The hunter said quietly and started to once again get the other ones hands away from his waist.

''Sorry. You are so cold, that's why... '' The other creature said, a little sad he sounded.

The hunter gave a big yawn suddenly, he was so tired but he couldn't just go to sleep with a random guy holding him so close around the hunters' waist.

''I'm tired so I'll go back to sleep then..'' The hunter said so quiet you could barely hear it.''But if you even try anything I'll wake up and rip you apart..'' The hunter said with a frustrated and angry voice that he could barely believe himself being so strict.

''Fine'' The creature behind hunter said ''I'm Sven, a smoker so you know...'' The smoker said gently and went back to his own deep sleep.

The hunter wasn't surprised Sven was a Smoker, that would explain all the smoke, the smoker didn't lose the grip around the hunters waist but hunter accepted it and fell asleep himself.

Next morning hunter waked up in an empty bed, no smoker just him, he decided to try sit up but his back wouldn't tolerate it, it was painful but after a while he managed to sit up in the bed.

Hunter could hear some footsteps through the broken glas window, the walls showed that they hadn't been taken care of in a long time, at least not since the infection started. The hunter smelled the air to catch any sent that drew by, he could sent something outside, smelled like blood, sweat and maybe one or two common infected eating on it. He felt the sent from the smoker that still smelled like rotten cheese from all that smoke coming out from all over his body.

He lied back down carefully, so his back wouldn't take more damage, looking around the room, dusty, old and full of even older stuff covered with sheets, probably been a room for small children, it was small and dark, grey mossy walls covered with some tappets and some moss.

'It smells funny in here...' The hunter thought for himself, who knows, the smoker could be close and that was a dumb comment to. But he didn't had any courage to fight a smoker in his position, lying in a bed with legs of no use and a back that wasn't moving.

''You're cute'' A voice said gently behind the hunter, Sven was back in the room. Hunter sat up carefully so he wouldn't hurt himself again and Sven sat down next to him.

Sven looked at the hunter with glimmering blue eyes, the hunter blushed a little but looked away so Sven couldn't see it.

Sven took hunters hand and hold it for a while on the sheets of the bed, the hunter blushed more and looked down to hide his red colored face from the smoker.

Sven laid his warm hand against hunter's cold and blushed cheek, the hunter let it be, he was still feeling very cold after the long journey in the white, powder like surface outside. Sven smiled gently and laid his other hand on hunters other cheek.

''You're still very cold hunter'' Sven said in a worried tone.

The hunter felt dizzy, he could barely sit up straight. Sven took his hands away, instead he grabbed hunter around the waist and sat the cold hunter in his lap, hugging him tightly.

''You're still warm…'' The hunter whispered, he could barely hear his own thoughts anymore, only hearing hose warm and slow heart beats from Sven's chest, the rhythm made hunter more tired, also calm and comfortable in Sven's arms.

''My name is Rex…'' The hunter said slowly and quietly before he fell into a deep and dreamless sleep in Sven's lap, against the smoker's warm chest.

End of first chapter...