apocalypse.

chapter 2.

Felix wrapped his arms around Donna, in which was still tied to him stomach with the bed sheets. He tiptoes through the trees, not hearing a single animal. He noticed whimpering coming nearby. Pulling out a handgun, he slowly approached the sound, but it came to be a dog, a Australian shepherd, in a tree... somehow. He frowned, poor guy! He approached the tree, reaching his arms out. "pspspsps, come here puppy.." he insisted. The pup reluctantly, after 30 minutes jumped down into Felix's grasp. He sat the puppy down, inspecting her for any signs of zombie bites or scars, but she was clean. he picks the puppy up, also squeezing the puppy in the bedsheets tied to his stomach, Donna loving the puppy. "what should we name her?" She asks as she smothered the pup. "I'm not sure... how about..." he thought,  looking at the puppy. "how about missy?" Donna gasps, "like our old cat??" she smiled as Felix nods. "I love it, I love it!" She giggled. "hi missy!". They continued to wonder the forest, being cautious, missy kept quiet, she probably wasn't a huge fan of speaking either. Felix's eyes narrow, seeing a building in the distance! He rushed over, attempting to open the entrance door but it seemed to be barricaded, but luckily it was a clutter of supplies, so he managed to budge through. Supplies were laid out along the walls, along with food and canteens. As he continued to step foot in the building, he heard creaking, whipping out his handgun Suddenly, a woman with long, blonde hair appeared out of the corner with a shotgun, almost firing before she realized it was survivors. "who are you?" She demands, holstering the weapon. "I'm... Felix, this is my sister Donna, and our dog, missy." He concludes, "Are you bitten?" She strictly asked away, her grip firm on the weapon. "no, no, we just came for shelter." He insisted. "We lived in the apartments a few miles back." He said. The woman sighs. "have a seat.". As they had a seat on the old couch parked near the supplied, filled walls, she pushed a chair to the knob, securing it. She took a seat in a chair infront of them, her eyes narrowed. "I'm Agatha, Agatha Cunningham." She introduced. "You can rest up in here." She continued. "But don't eat all my food, I'm savoring." She sternly said. "Got it?" The two nods their heads as Agatha left the room, satisfied with their response.