One day, Abi Holdens, a black and white border collie that acts like more of a cat than anything decides to go school on a day like any other. She already knew both Kokoro High and this town were a little special but even this was a lot more than wh...
Oreo stood for a moment to catch breath. “Holy shit…” He didn't even know he could do that! Adrenaline really is one hell of a drug.
NOODLE ARMS FOR THE WIN! WOO!
Alright, alright back to the important stuff.
He had to find a way to get back to Abi, where she was…
Wait. That gives him an idea.
Oreo sniffed the air for a moment. He didn't have a sense of smell as good of as a dogs, obviously but he was still a cat, and the thing about cats is they could separate specific smells easier.
Ah-ha! Got-ya!
Even as he went towards the smell, he didn't find Abi in the slightest, what he found instead was: “A student id…?” Guess she must've dropped it while she was running.
Wait, hold the phone.
Why was the photo all scratched? Likely intentionally from the looks of it. “What…” This was…
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Oreo shoved the ID into his shirt pocket. It would be best not to think about it for now.
He moved onto another smell, one of a dog again but this time of a different breed.
With quiet footsteps he snuck pass the undead, stealthily bonking any that just shambled his way til the scent led him to his destination. “The cafeteria…?”
What. Who would be in the cafeteria during something like this? Seriously, it wasn't even lunch time.
Despite that claim several bodies were still littered about, namely of the undead but some of students. Yikeys… Well that was totally a good sign!
At least he some kind of “answer” with a quick peer around the lunch rooms register. There he was. What. The. Dog. “Rex…?”
The german shepherd immediately jumped up out of fear. WHAT THE- “OREO?!? What are you doing here?!” Sweet cats, he scared him half to death.
He appeared to be stuffing his face full of chocolate, even as he was talking somehow. “What are you doing?”
“I-” Uh- He- It wasn't…? Okay, there wasn't a way Rex could reasonably explain this. “IT HELPS ME RELAX WHEN I'M STRESSED, OKAY?!”
How was he not dead from that even…? Sure, Rex was a pretty big guy in terms of muscle but… Nevermind, Oreo didn't even need to know. Good thing Rex couldn't hear his thoughts.
That's acting as if Oreos look of “silent judgment” was any better. Stop looking at him like that, please. “Seriously, what are you doing here?”
