L4D-Hunter(M_R)xSmoker Pt. 12: Bad Connections

    Thomas's POV

    Since everything happened that day, I felt so scared. The feeling never left, even when I was reunited with (Y/n). But now, waking up in his arms, I realize that as long as we have each other, nothing could possibly go wrong. 
    Too bad I jumped to that conclusion too soon. 

    "Should we go hunting today?" I looked in the fridge, frowning at the depleted carcasses. 
    "Definitely. South or Main?" 
    (Y/n) chewed on his lip before deciding, "South. Last time I was on Main, some guy that looked like Jason tried to bulldoze me." 
    I laugh as I close the fridge. "I think we'd have that problem anyway." 
    We froze as a sudden knock landed on the door. Exchanging confused glances, (Y/n) and I can only think one thing, "Survivors with guns." 
    Okay, escape plan Delta: Grab (Y/n) and jump out the window, screaming like a maniac all the way down. 
    "THOMAS! WHAT THE FFFF--!?!" (Y/n) threw out a claw, catching a widow sill and flinging us into a first floor room. We hit the wall with a loud, "THUMP!" Clutching his head, (Y/n) snarled, "What the hell kinda kamikaze move was that?"
    I could only shrug. "Spur of the moment?" 
    I heard him grumble, "You're lucky I love you so damn much." 

    (Y/n)'s POV 

    I hadn't smelled them coming. I could only smell cigarette....smoke. OH GOD! 
    I grabbed Thomas's hand, dragging him along with me as I sprinted as if the devil were after me. Because he was. 

    Thomas's POV

    "So, are we moving?"
    "Huh?"
    I look up from our meal, a fresh dead raccoon, and repeat the question. "Are we moving? I mean, if survivors have taken over my place, we can't go back unless we got a death wish." 
    (Y/n) nodded, but I could tell his mind was on other things. He wasn't eating much either, just picking at the intestines like a kid at brussel sprouts. He's been like this ever since we ran from the apartment. I'm starting to get worried. 
    
    We wandered a bit, before we found the perfect place. A hundred rooms, countless closets, and at least six bathrooms. Sure, some of the doors are broken to bits, but we could fix that. 
    "My worst nightmare is now my palace. Oh, the irony." (Y/n) laughed. 
    We were standing outside the doors to our new home... and our old school. 

    ??? POV

    Hmm. My pet's gained a willful spirit. That just won't do. Perhaps I should send in his predecessor. 
    "Bring me the dog."