A few hours after, with the night fully set. "Good game, huh?" John said teasing Scott. "We didn't lose, did we?" Scott questions John. "No, we didn't. But don't get cocky, your speech didn't do a thing." John nudges Scott lightly. "Hey. Do you mind giving me a ride? It seems easier than calling the wife." John looks at Scott. "Hop in." Scott says, getting inside his small car.
Meanwhile, Chris and his few friends: Cameron, Freak, Al, and Ake. Freak riding in the front of their old, classic car. And the others in the back with Chris driving. The group rolls up to the meth house. Chris surveys the house, realizing there's an open window in the garage, he slowly guides his hand to the cigarette lighter installed into the car, and chucks it lightly into the house. Almost instantaneously, he sees the garage catch fire, the house slowly igniting as well. He sees several men run out of the front door, then to his surprise. Out walks a pup, a seemingly fine, Siberian Husky. Chris sighs, slowly getting out of the car, giving out small jesters like "C'mhere," and making clicking noises with his mouth. After several attempts of it backing further away, and coming closer, the dog finally walks over, being placed into Chris' car. Afterwards, the group heads back to their hang out, a "base" so to speak.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A Tale Of Two Fellows
HorrorA group, made up of Chris and Scott, the two main protaginists, venture off during a zombie apocalypse in hopes of survival. The general twist to this is the idea that the two characters were played through dungeons and dragons. People actually made...
