As they arrived, Jess dropped a bag filled with ammo, cans of food, water and other things we would use. As the group all came down they heaved their tired bodies over to thep walls, and dropped to the floor.
Creeping over the bodies of the fatigued group, I come over to Jess I crouched down and slightly poked her ... no response, poking her shoulder again just harder, she didn't budge. Groaning,I go for another poke to the shoulder, but was stopped as Jess had trapped my hand in a tight grip.
Gulping, she muttered something under her breath, but it was to low I couldn't hear. And finally answered "What'cha want little missy?" pausing a bit, I came right to my mind and replied with a little excitement "Can I see this "New World" above?" we had a long silence for maybe certainly 20 seconds until broken by her saying yes.
A smile had crawled up my face as I grabbed a gas mask and rifle, then going up above.
Reaching the top of the and getting a firm grip I hesitated at first, but went for it anyways.
The hatch quickly flung open for the second time as I had my rifle in my hands and a small satchel tied to my waist. Twisting the small circle air started to fill my lungs once more.
Breathing it in I closed the hatch, and set out to the city. Each step in the sand sunk my boots while the toxic wind blew my red scarf like a sail while my satchel stayed firmly in contact. As I made my way towards the city, I quickly stumbled into the first, sturdy looking building I saw.
Catching some breathe I looked around the building for anything around like a predator looking for prey, except... I was the prey. As a low growl came from across the room two dark round brownish red eyes shimmered in the dark as their eyes burned with anger mixed with fear.
Grabbing out a small glossy black flashlight it flicked on showing a horrifying creature that looked like... a dog... a German Shepard with six limbs and three tails? The poor things muscles have grown and rippled as blood dripped out of its limbs.
More likely to be drooling it was blood, black thick blood. It whined in pain as it tried to move it seemed to be... crying....
I took a few steps towards it and it stopped growling, the dog broke away from my gaze and started sniffing at the rifle and started licking it as if it needed it... it started glancing at me and back at the rifle, finally nudging it I knew it wanted to die.
Taking out my rifle, it lowered its head as it waited for me to load the gun. It went forward to the hole of the rifle and placed its soft head there. I cried a bit since it acted so calmly, then I aimed, readied, fire.
The sound of the gun split through the air making my ears sting, having the creature drop dead to the floor. As I looked closer, it was Bruise the neighbor's dog. Tears started racing down my face as that dog was my childhood friend, he was always loving, caring, and passionate for me, like I was his own child.
Digging a hole in the sand I placed my beloved Brusie in and covered up his corpse. Finding a few rocks I had managed to carry I placed each stone around his grave one by one as each one I carried felt heavier and heavier.
Placing two metal rods in the middle making a cross, I left and headed home for the day. Or what even was a day.
