Oliver opened his eyes wide once he noticed someone standing behind him. He tried to turn around slowly; his chance of surviving was at its lowest point anyways. However, he could barely see anything conspicuous from the corner of his eyes as a staggering jolt let him fall to the ground. In shock, the blond screamed and gasped in fear at the sight of a figure bending over him. It was an infected person that stared down at Oliver joyfully. Once Oliver noticed how the person above him licked his lips impatiently, he tried to get off the tight grip on his throat that let him gasp for air. But it was of no use; the other one didn't let go.

"Well then, look what we got here. Some fresh meat?" The infected one murmured raucously and bent over to Oliver's face; black hair strands tickled Oliver's skin. The blond felt like he had to throw up any second, though it was more out of fear than disgust. He felt his body start to struggle for air and slowly tears ran down his cheeks.

Oliver would've never expected anything like this. Why did he get strangled? He always felt confident that an infected person ripped their victim into pieces; leastwise that would be better than slowly losing consciousness.

Oliver tried to defend himself with final effort; he kicked and turned over but the person above him had sat down on him in a position Oliver couldn't do anything. Therefore, he stared at the mischievous grin plastered on the other one's face.

Oliver's eye sight dimmed and his hands slowly fell to the ground as he didn't have any more strength to move. His eyes closed against his will and the pain in his throat faded and left a feeling of heavy pressure behind. It felt strange for him. His whole body got slowly captivated by that feeling and his thoughts got incoherent until his fear diminished at last.

"Hey, don't die!"

Oliver felt a fist stroke his cheek that managed to awake him out of his numbed state. His frantic breathing began to set in again and he opened his eyes wide. The blond grabbed his throat and coughed painfully, trying not to choke on his unsteady breathing.

The infected person continued to sit on his victim and waited for the boy to regain consciousness. Once Oliver breathed halfway steady and laid on the ground quietly, he grabbed the blond's shoulder and bent over.

"How dare you, I still need you," The black haired boy above him laughed and grabbed Oliver's chin. The infected one took pleasure in seeing Oliver shut his eyes in pain and he took his time to eye the blond, feeling the impatience inside of him rising.

Oliver spotted swollen scratches underneath his counterpart's right eye, and he knew he had to be careful. As long as not a single drop of body fluid entered his body, there was a chance he could survive this difficult situation.

Since the black haired boy didn't rush, Oliver had time to recover his senses. Even so, he winced as the tongue of the other one stroke over his cheek and let his body convulse right away. Out of panic, all he could do was stare at the mischievous grin above him, and his fitful breathing set in again. The blond felt a shiver down his spine as rough fingers stroke over his skin.

Oliver didn't dare to make a move, knowing every wrong step could decide whether to live or not. Oddly enough, this infected person seemed to be rather calm - the complete opposite of what others have told him. He was convinced all of them were crazy murderers without a single thought crossing their minds, but he could even talk to this one.

"Such fresh meat. Would be a waste to throw that away, eh?"

Inside of Oliver all alerts went off, signaling him to get away as fast as possible, and so he struggled to get out of the grip. As the person above him heard whimpers escaping the blond's mouth, he smiled rapturously and let himself fall on the boy completely. Oliver went quiet and gulped hard. He lay there like a rabbit in the fangs of a fox, ready to be ripped into pieces. He tried to seem brave to not worsen his situation, but he knew he failed.

As the face of the other one inched forward to his, tears found their way to Oliver's eyes as he realized he couldn't save himself anymore. He wished to be back at their house to apologize to Yohio for his stubborn behavior. The blond didn't want to imagine how Yohio would react, realizing Oliver wasn't coming back again. Would he search for him? Would he feel all alone? They knew each other since the beginning of the epidemic and weren't separated too long since then.

All these thoughts attacked the boy who frowned painfully. He didn't even realize anymore he was in danger. Though soon enough, a rough whisper next to his ear reminded him of his unpleasant situation.

"My master will be pleased," The infected person chuckled and jolted up his torso to stare down at the blond. Out of joy, a wide grin crept on the infected one's face. He rose his left arm to grab the shock of hair of the frightened boy. The dash let Oliver's head hit the ground hard and the blond screamed. He shut his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth while his whole body shook out of shock. The fear numbed his senses, and all he noticed were his hard pounding heart and the laugh of the other one resonating in the back of his mind. Dizziness grew upon him, and Oliver knew he was about to pass out any second as he suddenly felt an air draft above his face.

"Open your eyes, kid!"

But Oliver didn't do so. He was too scared to listen to anything. To the other one's pleasure, quiet whimpers escaped his throat and he bursted out in tears. His mind was blank; he couldn't concentrate on the situation he was in anymore. Instead, his shaking body was the only reaction he was able to express. If he really had to, why couldn't he die quickly? The calm vibes his counterpart resonated with confused him. Where was the instinctive behavior, the uncontrollable butchering like in all the tales? Nothing of it was true but the fact he would be killed.

The infected one bent his head as Oliver continued to disobey his order. He knew it was because of his frightened state, but he didn't show any sympathy for such. Instead, he grinned again once he had an idea how to submit the blond to his will.

He ran his pale fingers across the blond's skin and seized the moment to his advantage. By the sight of his victim lying defenseless on the ground, he could hardly hold back his inner excitement anymore. The black haired boy longed for the helpless screams leaving Oliver's mouth, however, he tried to hold back a little more and ran his index finger along the carotid to rapidly slit his fingernail along the blond's neck until he reached the laryngeal to press it down. As expected, Oliver gasped for air and opened his eyes wide.

Delighted to see it worked, the infected one laughed and swung his right arm towards Oliver's face. Out of excitement, he couldn't aim properly, but didn't pay too much attention to such and scratched open the left eye of the boy lying underneath him. Instantly, blood gushed out of the bursted skin and stained the infected one. Though he didn't mind that; quite the contrary - he could barely await the other one's reaction. However, he already had a premonition.