Wilted.

Log Day 10; Stickers

A month passed. Michael was still struggling to get home. He has supplies; Food, medicine, bandages, weaponry. Hell he even found a very, surprisingly tame wolf. However he was in a tight position. He's being hunted. He hears it. And sees it at the corner of his eyes. Lobo, his wolf, would growl and stare at the corner of his tent, aware of it's presence. This evening Mike was preparing to walk up the mountain when he felt watched. It's there again. Lobo started to growl, his ears pinning back, and his haunches rising, he let out an aggravated bark. Within a flash of movement, Michael grabbed Lobo by the scruff, and pulled him away, he grabbed his backpack, clicked his tongue for Lobo to follow him obediently, just as he moved his large dog the tent came down in a swell swipe from the Wasted. He ran and Lobo ran with him, they were both panting. Running uphill never is fun for anyone. The Wasted began to get feral, knocking down trees within reach, Michael looked around for a way out, his heart pounding in his ears and his legs aching.  A tree fell closer to him, and he had to snatch his dog away from the falling herb. If he was gonna get out of this situation and live, he'd have to use his gun. He reached behind him and pulled the shotgun in front of his chest, loading in and quickly shooting a bullet through the Wasted's face. Once the creature limply fell to the forest floor he stopped running to catch his breath. He looked at Lobo who looked back at him with a whine, his tongue was stuck out as he let out a bark. Michael nodded and ran up the hill. Upon getting to what used to be his home, and what was now burnt down rubble. He looked at the home in distraught. His eyes went wide and he curled his hand into a fist. Was his family really dead? Was his son dead? His mom? All that he fought for? Gone? His pride? His joy? That's when Lobo moved forward and sniffed the ash, and led to the tree stump beside their apple tree. He turned his large head and barked Mike out of his upset trance. The man blinked wiped his face, and walked over to his dog who pointed at something with his snout. It was Azrael's rainbow, batarang knife penetrating a piece of paper to keep it on the log. Michael bent down and grabbed the paper, looking it over.
'Hey dad, It's Azzy. If you're alive. Come following us. We'll be on our way to Colorado, and we are currently residing in the hotel nearing Oklahoma. The stickers, like the one at the bottom of the paper.' He looked down and soon enough saw a small Hello Kitty sticker. 'Will be scattered around places we've been along with a note. Be safe, and keep the Raven in your sights. He reports back to me. Love you, Nana is okay. Caiden is dead, and Vincent is cu-' and that's where the page was ripped. Just on que he heard a loud "CAW!". Rightfully started he looked up and saw a Raven on the tree in front of him. Lobo wasn't quick to react, he just growled lowly, stopped and looked up at Mike. He sighed and nodded. "Seems we're heading to Oklahoma now buddy." He scratched behind his wolf's ear and looked back at the bird. "Show us the way." as if it understood, it lifted itself off its perch on the branch and began to lead the way. Ever so often perching on another branch to wait for Michael and the large canine. This is the start of a long ass journey.