Canid Undead: A Dog's Story

11 - Token

Token trotted through an area of the city-like place, where forest had taken over (vines grew all over and throughout buildings and pavement, trees connecting to the vines along with the buildings). He unburied a few freshly-killed rabbits and a squirrel, gathering them up and carrying them in his mouth.

While on his way to return to Juno and the others, Token heard a noise through some bushes, which sat between two thin, decrepit buildings that'd once stood tall. Some ruffling, shuffling. Some.. human noises.

Clenching tightly onto his prey, he crouched, sneaking up to the bush. He hid himself behind it, peeking through it, listening to the few animals and humans he'd come across.

There were two people and a dog. One human had a bow and arrow. The other, who wore clothing that showed that he was apart of the army (or used to be), had a heavy duty gun in hand. A white tank, combat boots, camoflauge-pattern pants. Strange pelt.

It sounded like they were looking for Fellinground.

Token listened in, imagining himself leaping through the bushes. He saw himself rear up, growling, killing them all, one-by-one. First he'd kill the short, gun-wielding human. He'd render this human defenseless, knocking the human down, biting down onto the gun and sending it flying as he'd chuck it far from the human.

He'd pin the human down, standing over the pathetic whelp. He'd bite into the human's face, tearing away the skin, blood squirting, landing on Token's furry face, Token's chest, Token's two front paws and onto the grass and the earth he stood on. He'd hear the blood curdling screams. The other animal, the other human, would try to stop him. He'd leave the screaming human to himself, the human's face overflowing with pain.

He'd not mind the bow and arrow, lunging immediately at this human, locking his jaws down onto one of the human's limbs, pulling, pulling. Pulling until he'd ripped it off.

He'd crunch the animals' bones between his teeth, their yelps making it that much easier.

The image burned in his mind, the mere intermingled fear and hatred he had for humans fueling this thought.

...but, instead of doing this, he noted the humans' conversation, feeling disgusted with himself; he gritted his teeth as his gut lurched. Though unimpressed, he still felt so truly horrible.

He crawled away from the bush, out of sight and of earshot of the humans and their animals, his paws carrying him towards Juno's scent.

Don't think. Don't think.

Get out of my head.

Just find Juno. It'll be fine then.