𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟 𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕𝕪| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ/ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

Paw| Imagine

Leon grabs my hand as we dash across the street, narrowly avoiding the wave of undead. We crouch behind a dumpster, Leon's body cages mine as he places a finger over his lips, his eyes meet mine and I nod once.

We wait a short time until it's clear again and they're all gone, Leon's the first to poke his head out, quickly observing the area to make sure it's clear. He beckons me up with a finger so I stand up, taking his hand once more as we walk down the empty street.

As we near the main road, a sound of something panting gets our attention. Leon's quicker than me to pull his gun out, already aiming it at the oncoming something.

I hold my breath, hiding behind Leon as we wait...

Slowly the thing comes into focus as it rounds the corner. It turns out to be a dog, its golden fur is muddy and it limps towards us hesitantly.

"Shit," Leon curses under his breath. I sense he's about to do something he'll regret so I duck under his arm and rush to the poor animal, kneeling down just metres away from it.

"Come here buddy, it's okay." I coo as Leon angrily calls my name. I shoot him a look over my shoulder as the dog limps to me. My heart races, wondering if I've made a terrible mistake, until the dog stops just infront of me and lowers it's head.

I let out a breath, my shaky hand slowly reaches up to scratch behind its ear. The dogs tail swishes happily as I smile, giving it a fuss.

Leon chuckles as he comes to kneel beside me, he reaches out and strokes the dog as I undo my backpack, pulling out a tin of some food I found.

"Here, you can have this." I murmur, opening the tin up, my eyes dart around the surroundings to male sure we're safe, my shoulders relax when nothing is in sight.

The dog begins to lick the contents of the tin as Leon frowns, carefully looking at the dogs paw which has a cut on.

"He must've been running for a while," Leon frowns, grabbing a roll of bandages and wrapping it around the dogs wound. I gently brush the dog's head as if in comfort.

Once the food is gone the dog seems a little happier, he keeps nuzzling his head into Leon's leg, begging for more attention.

"Alright pal, I'm here, I'm not leaving you." Leon says, and I smirk at their interaction.

"Paw choice of words," I grin, pointing at the dog's paw, "now we're keeping him forever." I add standing up.

Leon opens his mouth to argue but the dog whines, sensing trouble. Leon and I look behind us to see some undead approaching that we didn't notice before.

"Good boy," I coo to the dog as I pull out my weapon, "See, he's a good lookout." I justify as Leon huffs and grabs his gun.