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The car was filled with Thomas's irresistible laughter, the sweetest smile in his eyes. He felt breathless, laughing. Times like this, he disregarded what they were doing and just allowed himself to get lost in Dylans storeys. Dylan's eyes. Dylan's voice. Dylan.

Dylan was truly one of the best friends he's had.

And it didn't matter that they were about to stop the car, he still laughed with so much life and vibrancy spilling out. Dylan fed off of it, seeing his friend happy put a sappy smile on his face.

"Okay, okay, I'm done. Be careful."
The brunette missed the laughter, the only rational thing left about this new world. But instead of mentioning it,

Dylan nodded, looking at the cannibals slugging around or sounding the door because clearly there was something vital inside. The unease mounted, but he knew this was the right thing to do. Whatever was alive, inside... Could be saved. He liked to think that.
"Uhm, lock the doors and... Be careful. Seriously."
Dylan gave Thomas an affectionate gaze, one filled with care, and walked out of the car, holding his gun tightly. He had the safety up, but... He was frightened to take it off..
He couldn't let himself get stuck in some cowardess mind game, so he thought of Thomas's words as the adrenaline fastened within his veins. Spiked and infiltrated his blood, as he shot the dead. Stabbing some along the way. His arms felt a bit like brick, but he could bug about that later.
There was gunfire for the longspun time until it was gone. Until it stopped and... He'd realized he'd zoned out. All of them were on the ground. Either what was left of them, or... Guts. They all lay on each other, or arms reach out, jaws torn, side of their body's gone. It was wrong, and Dylan almost puked at the way most of their backs where twisted and torn.

He knocked on the glass, expecting a scared human. Expecting one to not want to show, but instead...
Instead, a beautiful golden-furred dog jumped from the sheets it was under, and started barking at the door. Clearly, the door was unlatched, and the dead hadn't been smart enough to go through, so Dylan went in with a ubiquitous smile. A huge smile graced his lips as he picked the dog up, which was unmistakably a sweety. It didn't bite or growl, and he nearly tripped on his way to the car. He ran in, throwing himself in, wanting to get the dog to WICKED as fast as he could. To feed it, to care for it, for it to be his. His own dear dog and god know how long he'd coveted one. Sure, the owner was dead... And this dog... It was now Dylans.

"Check the dog for bites or scratches."

So Thomas did, seeing how ecstatic the brunette was. He smiled softly when Dylan kept looking back and forth between the dog and the road.

The dog was clean of anything, and he was nestling into Thomas.

.... This wouldn't be so bad.