Spike ran out of the bushes, his face covered in red and brown mush.
"Spike, what's on your face?" asked Fire.
"Oh? Oh! That's the guts of the rotters! Apparently they think your one of them with this on!"
"Um, ok." She paused. "What happened?"
He had to think. "Well, two months ago, before this mayhem started, you were in a coma. Everyone gave up on you, except me. But once this apocalypse started, you still had no sign of improvment. So I locked you in that metal cage, to keep you safe from the rotters. I also locked it. I stayed around the area, sleeping in the trees." He paused. "But it's been a little bit since I've eaten. Every wild animal has died or is hiding."
Fire stopped. Two months? Coma? What the hell is this? "Well, Spike. I'll help you look for food!"
"Great!"
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The moon was in the sky. They were finishing their food. Getting ready to sleep in the trees.
"Fire, I don't know what I could do without you!"
"It was nothing!"
"Nothing?!" yelled Spike. "You saved my four times from the rotters! And was able to actually kill the rabbits! I would've died without you!"
"Heh, thanks." The stars were shining down. "Do you know if anyone else is alive, like the ones we know?"
He sighed. "I don't know. But I know there's some sort of community nearby. 10 miles away. They might be there."
"Yeah, probably." Closing her eyes, with relaxation, she whispered. "Good night, Spike."
"Night to you, too."
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The Scratching Dead: Book 1: Survive
FantasyLet's say, a zombie apocalypse has broken out in the animal world. (lol wat.) Fire, Berry Paws, Raven, Aqua, Scorch, Cinnamon, etc. How would this work? Who would die? Find out in "The Scratching Dead!"
