[ Gorefield ] " Bullets don't work , Jon . "

[1] Odie.

Jon had a rough morning, if you could call it that. Jon finished up talking to his friend Liz and got a refill on his medications. Now it was time for him to walk home. Jon felt, tired. Absolutely exhausted. It was depressive episodes like these that Jon absolutely hated. Tommorow is a better day though, right?
Jon walked up to the door of his house, and could hear the panting from Odie. Looks like someone's excited to see his owner today! Jon lightly smiled at the mental imagery of the excited little blonde furred dog jumping onto him, all to say hello. Jon closed his eyes with glee and turned the door knob, pushing open the door to his house.
" Hello Odie ! I'm home ! "
Jon called out to his dog, but with no response. No response? Jon thought it was odd, especially since Odie's panting had stopped. Jon curiously opens his eyes and looked down.
It wasn't right. What Jon saw, could only be described as a nightmare. Jon's breathing sped up and tears pooled at his eyelids, fogging up his vision of the disturbing sight. In the man's mind, there was mental panic and distraught. Cursing and pleading for it to be a nightmare. Though if it was a nightmare, he would've woken up already. Jon's knees gave out on him as he fell to the floor, his hands holding him up and tears spilling onto his cheeks and falling to the floor. The stench becoming more apparent. Odie was dead. The dogs insides thrown across the carpeted floor, limbs and tendons gone astray. The eyes of the poor dog were bloodshot and rolled back, a permanent look of agony would be held on that corpse forever. This wasn't a natural death, someone, no, some THING, something heartless. It tore apart Lyman's gift to Jon before they departed. Jon loved Lyman with all his heart, and to see the only thing that represented their love, taken away so early. It left Jon nearly insane. Jon could only sob and shake as something had murdered Odie. Jon realized, even if he didn't want to leave Odie, that it would be safer for him to leave the house and call the Police. Jon got up and walked backwards, only for his back to hit the locked door.
Jon froze in his own sorrow, as another panic built inside of him. Jon didn't lock the door behind him.