It hadn’t been a hard job for him to lead Dionysus out of the building. After making his way down the staircase (Not without stumbling every now and then), He had Hidden in the electric cupboard, trusting that his master would not check there. The second he heard the high pitch note that radiated from the security door, he had escaped the cupboard, weaselled through his master’s legs, skidded towards the shattered windows of the foyer, and made his way onto the streets of New York.
Now, with the wind in his ears, he scurried through New York, making his way to the Rebel’s headquarters. He began to slow, as he turned a corner, skidding across the tarmac and grazing his fragile paws.
The buildings blurred as he galloped past them, few features tugged at his attention. As he passed an old chapel, he noticed the aged gargoyles staring down at him, their stone eyes bore into his back, hollowing his stomach and filling him with irrational fear.
At the end of the strait he squeezed into a dim path between two town houses. The opening was small and damp, and pilled with leaves from the previous autumn. Making his way through it, he thought, would be like swimming in pea soup. He doubted Dionysus would fit, but when he looked back, he realized it was too late to change his mind, and so he continued forward.
Finally he had reached the end of the aperture, and burst onto the street with an explosion of leaves. He quickly glanced behind him to see Dionysus struggling through the pathway; the sight sickened him, and a lump rose in his throat. He held his breath for a second, and then continued his route.
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For The Greater Good
Science FictionThe world is at its end, and infected populate the planet. Deus Malum rules what is left, but when his family find out the truth what will he do? (If you enjoyed this story, please tell me! Much obliged)
