A/N - This is my first story so it's a little short but all feedback is appreciated! If more chapters are wanted just let me know ;P

She couldn't quite figure out where to go. Zoey was lost, alone and hurt. If only that Charger hadn't knocked Francis off the Building…if only that Hunter hadn't torn Louis apart…if only Bill hadn't startled that Witch…she might not feel so alone. Zoey limped slowly through the streets, ever wary of the sounds around her.

She stumbled into a small shop, quietly checking for any of the infected. After she was satisfied that she was safe, Zoey sat behind the counter, taking a quick drink. Resting against the counter, she could hear the distant screams of the infected and the occasional sob of a Witch. "Now what?" Zoey thought. She looked down her bloody body, wincing at the sight of some of her wounds. "Amazing…I wonder how long I'll last" She said quietly to herself. Another loud sob cut through the quiet air, louder than the previous time. Zoey couldn't help but think back to the sight of Bill being cut up by the Witch. A small tear rolled down her cheek, quickly being wiped away. "Calm yourself girl" She said to herself shakily.

Come dawn, Zoey set off, still limping slowly. After rummaging through some other nearby shops, she found a silenced SMG. "Better than nothing" she thought. Other than the occasional general infected, Zoey didn't run into much company. She was getting tired when she spotted a safe house in the distance. She quickened the pace, still limping badly. Ten metres away from the door, she heard a loud sob – Right next to her.

Zoey slowly turned around and saw a lonely Witch, kneeled not a metre away. Frozen with fear, Zoey just stared at the dangerous infected in front of her. She caught her breath when the Witch looked up into Zoey's eyes. The Witch slowly stood up, cautiously making its way towards Zoey. When the Witch was directly in front of her, Zoey saw, past the grey mangled hair, that this Witch was better looking than the other Witches she had encountered, even as far to say she was cute.

The Witch stared back at this new thing with curiosity, touching over the red hoodie with interest. Zoey for her part just stood as still as a statue, not daring to move an inch. She kept eyeing the razor sharp claws the Witch was using to feel her hoodie. Suddenly, the Witch gently but firmly dragged Zoey over towards the safe house, shutting the door behind them. It sat Zoey on a table and grabbed a nearby med kit. Zoey watched in amazement as the Witch expertly applied the bandages to her wounds.

After it was finished, the Witch knelt down in the corner of the room and started sobbing. Zoey slowly made her way over to the Witch. She carefully knelt down in front of the Witch, curiously string at the infected girl. The Witch stared back, teary eyed. Zoey cautiously reached out and pushed back some of the Witch's hair, getting a better look at her cute face. "T-Thank you" Zoey said softly, giving the Witch a light kiss on the lips. The Witch just stared, feeling new sensations it had not felt for a long time. Zoey finally broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

As it started getting dark, Zoey sat next to the Witch against the wall. Before she drifted off to sleep, the Witch moved closer and took Zoey in a gentle hug. Quite surprised, Zoey hugged back, finally feeling somewhat happy in the post-apocalyptic world. They both snuggled together until morning.

Come morning, Zoey woke first. She looked at her new friend, smiling. Getting up and having a stretch, Zoey looked down at herself. "The wounds seem to be healing well" She thought to herself. In the distance she could hear a distant horde, maybe after some unlucky survivors. Looking out through the door, she felt the Witch wrap its arms around her, always careful of those razor sharp claws. Zoey giggled softly, turning to return the hug. "How did you sleep?" She asked. The Witch just smiled softly and nodded which Zoey took for good.

After losing so much, Zoey starts to think she might of just found someone she can be happy with, if even at the worst of times.