The Secrets of Death

chapter three - that's one ugly dog

A/N sorry not edited. but I updated earlier than I said I would. :)

Chapter three.

Tomorra POV 

I swear I’m having a heart attack. I can see my pathetic life run circles around the dead landscape as this massive monster storks towards me. Bile rises in my throat and tears are running down my checks. I’m a strong person, I can handle pain but a nightmare of mine that is suddenly before me looking hungry, I’m sorry but I cannot handle that. Drool was sliding out of its mouth and its eyes narrowed, blazing red, on me. Its three huge heads all moved in sync with each other, focusing on nothing else but me. I can’t move, not because I’m in one of those shocked states but because I have lost all brain control over my lower body. I think I’ve lost too much blood.  I gather myself in a ball and wait for the inevitable pain to begin.

I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die!!!. My tears were now running like waterfalls and there was no way to stop them.

Except it girl, just before you were wishing death would take you, so shut it!

Ok no need to yell. So I do what my annoying conscience is telling me.

I don’t want to die, I’m not one of those people. It’s just that if I live, what have I got? Nothing that’s what, fucking nothing. I have nothing to live for. Little people could say that. They want to die because they are going through a hard time, but in the end, they always have someone on their side. Me? I have no one.  Before my dad died he told me a saying that his farther told him. 

Living is not for the weak but only the strong.

So I was weak? So what? I can live and die knowing that. I pulled my head down and swing my arms up to cover my head closing my eyes tightly. The monster was now standing in front of me looking down at my crimpled form. I didn’t fight when it dipped its middle head, closing in on the open wound on my side. I waited, but nothing happened. I opened my eyes and looked at the beast, it was looking at the bleeding whole tilting its middle head to the side as its others tried to have a look. Its head came closer until its noise was touching the flesh. Its tongue shot out of and begun licking the wound. A burning fire shot threw my body and I began to shake. I went to hit the thing on its head when the burning stopped but it moved away too quickly.  All the pain was gone. I looked down and saw that my skin had stitched back together and there was nothing more than a small pink scare.

“What? – what did you do?” I asked looking up at him. It looked like it was smiling at me before it lipped at me butting me with its head. Not all of the fear left me but I couldn’t help but laugh, it was tickling me.  The creature stoped and looked at my now blasted hand, it bent its head and began to lick it as well.

“Stop, stop, it tickles“  I say laughing, and once it seems satisfied it pulls away. I looked down at my hand and was court by the same surprise as I was with my side.

“Oh my, it’s healing, but how?” I asked him looking up from my hand. Then I realise just how stupid I just sounded. I smack my head slightly with a small smile togging at the Connor of my lips.    

“Duh Tomorra, it’s a – a……dog?”

Yeah I’m not currently the smartest tool in the shed, but considering the fact that I haven’t had any human or animal interaction for the past three years, I think I’m doing my best to handle this situation.  For all I know this could be some ones pet. I remember the way I felt when I looked out of my small bared window. The earth looked like it was dying, everything was dying and the fact being that I had seen or even hear people scream for a while, gave away that something was up. So yeah I don’t know what it is. The massive dog looking thing just tilted its heads and sat down putting one of its heads on top of the other.  I looked at it curiously. I’ve seen a creature like this before; I know I have, maybe in a dream? As I examined the physical appearance of the thing notice a collar on the middle head. I reach out and it lifts its head so I can read the inscription on it, but there is nothing there to be seen.