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A Knight and His QueenThe Hunter stood completely still, listening to the quiet of the place. Hearing the heart-rending sob again, he turned to the direction from which the sound was coming from. If it were anatomically possible, his ears would have perked forward. Instead, he grinned with his bloody teeth, his hoodie casting a shadow over his gray face.Silently, he made his way to the source of the noise, coming to a slightly open door, where, nearer, the cries were louder. He crouched low to the ground and snuck in, using his superb hearing as well as newly acquired night vision to home in on his unsuspecting prey.In the corner of the dark, dilapidated room sat a thin, pale girl, her long white hair hanging in her face, the only clothing she wore ripped to shreds and covering very little of her skin, which was gray. Like his. What's more, she didn't smell like a survivor. No, she smelled more like
him.Curious, he went over, stopping right in front of her as she turned around, her sobs fading as sh