Don't Say That (Completed)

Jack

(Edited)

The night was cold, colder than usual. Maybe it was because I was still feeling guilt, maybe it was from my worry of everything. Or maybe it was the sign that winter is finally here. Snow fell from the sky like ash from a fire. White as Cotton, soft as a feather. I stood on the porch with my arms wrapped around myself. It felt peaceful standing here. Felt like the world was normal. Well I guess it is, but not like it use to be. Holding out my hand I let the flakes fall onto my palm. It was cold and wet. But soothing. Taking my hand back I go inside where I feel heat from the fire I build before I went out. It lite the room with an orange glow. Cracking the fire was the only sound heard in the whole house. Slowly I walked over to my sleeping spot on the floor I made from the mattress in the back and couch pillows. My jacket was my blanket giving that all the others were hanging on the windows. My mother use to make me do that in the winter. She said it kept the house warmer without using more money. But thinking back I think she mostly did it because she couldn't afford to use more money. She didn't want to upset father, it was his money she would need to use. We never had heat or ac. So I guess I'm use to not having it. If you couldn't tell, a month has gone by. So far I go out everyday to get rid of close zombies and to look for things I need. One of those being lady things. Being that I might be the only girl alive, there is plenty. I sit down looking at the fire. The fire somehow make me not feel alone. The way it moves and crackles is like I'm with someone. I guess it's weird. Maybe I'm finally losing it from lack of food, guilt and loneliness. We all knew it was going to happen one way or another. My head turned around to the door as I heard a scratch on the door. Thinking I was hearing things I shake my head and look back at the fire. But it happened again this time sending chills up my spine slowly I grab my knife in my right hand and stand up. The scratching sound comes again as I walk to it. Opening the door a crack a muzzle comes through the cracks trying to get in with a whimper. I open it wider as a big dog comes running in with a black leather muzzle over his mouth. Looking out side one more time I shut the door and look at the dog. His fur was dirty with dried blood and mud. Snow melted on his back and landed on the floor at his feet. He was pretty big, but skinny. You could see his ribs clearly, and it was sad to see. His left ear was torn a bit, could be cut or from a fight. His body shook as he sat in the corner of the room looking at me like I would hurt him. The leather muzzle was tight on his face making it impossible for him to open it. He must have been being starved in that. No wonder he is so skinny. Slowly so I didn't scare him I placed the knife on the key dish next to the door. He whimpered backing more in the corner as I did so. Slowly getting low I walked to him. I was afraid to use my voice because of the fact I never use it anymore. His eyes never left mine as I came closer. Out of nowhere I heard myself say, "it's okay". His ears picked up a little at the noise. My voice was squeaking but it was calming him a little. "I won't hurt you", I spoke getting closer at the same time. When I was a foot away I stopped and slowly reached my hand out to pet his head but he ducked at my hand. I tried again but this time he let me touch the top of his head. His fur was rough from the gunk on it but could see he was calming from the nice gesture. I got closer and in buckled the muzzle on his head and watched at his mouth opened and closed from the availability to do so. I kept my hand on his head the whole time petting him. "Want some food", I asked him and his tongue hung out as his ears pricked up. I laughed and stood up again and walked to the kitchen. I searched the cabinets finding a plate and a bowl. I first filled the bowl with water and on the plate I placed the other half of the salmon I caught earlier at the lake. I broke it into pieces as I walked to the living room again to see him on the couch now. I smile at him as his tongue was still hanging out the side of his face. Placing the bowl on the couch I watch as he ate the salmon up quickly and drank the water in a couple of licks. After that I sat down on my bed again. It was time to go to bed. As I pulled my jacket over myself I felt a dip next to me I look and watch as the dog lays down next to me. When he was finally comfortable he looked at me. "I'm giving you a bath tomorrow", he licked his lips in response letting the smell of fish come out. I laughed as said, "I'm going to call you jack alright". He closed his eyes to go so sleep making me smile. Soon after I did the same.

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What do you guys think of jack? I knew I wanted an animal companion but I didn't know what kind. I guess a dog is kinda cliche but do you really expect a guinea pig to just walk up and be good in the zombie apocalypse. Most likely the guinea pig will squeak when you are hiding.