It was her hair that first got his attention, the dark auburn locks a glowing flash in the surrounding decay of the darkening city. His hand closes quickly around the rusty pipe of his favorite makeshift weapon, silently moving it to his face so he can use the scope to get a closer look at this new and unwitting prey.
Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, the color a vibrant beacon which seemed to glow in the setting sun. She was a human of course, soft and pink, wide innocent eyes flitting around her as she picked her way through the debris. Just another human in his city to eat up his precious resources.
He slowly descends down from the rooftop safety of his hideout, eyes ever watching the beauty below as he went. The city grew dark and it was a perfect time for him to hunt.
Following behind the clearly frightened woman, he picks his way along until she entered a half collapsed house. He waits for several hours and she does not exit. This must be where she chose to hide the night out.
He finds her, fortified in the basement and curled up on a makeshift cot. She slept with a shotgun at her side, clever woman. But he was the superior hunter, having survived as long as he did.
He creeps close, once more looking upon the hair that pooled around her head. He stops moving once close enough and carefully reaches out, radiation scarred fingers brushing into her hair.
Biting back a moan, he sinks his fingers deep into the hair. He would have her, he decided, she would be his.
His decaying fingers slid through the tresses ever so softly as his free hand pulls a knife free from his belt.
All he could think, as he shifted the knife toward the sleeping womans’ throat, was how like silk her lovely hair felt.
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