[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvABZfZVoFA]Pained[/url] screams echoed off the empty walls of the long abandoned neighborhood. A man stumbled, skidded over the asphalt and fell to his face. His new bow came loose from his pack clattered to the ground in front of him. He struggled and tried to hobble back to his feet, only adding to his pain, but the hand axe firmly embedded in his left hamstring made this impossible. Behind him he could hear the barking and snarling of a mongrel growing closer until the beast trotted up beside him and snapped at his ear. He lashed out at the dog but it jumped away from his fist easily and began a fit of furious barking with spit flying from it's bared teeth. "No!" he spat, "I'll fucking butcher you, mutt!" The man swung at the dog again and again he missed. This time the dog lunged at him, breath caught in it's throat, jaws open. Jagged teeth clamped down on his wrist and sank deeply into flesh. More screaming filled the barren streets. A loud whistle brought relief as the monster immediately released him. He watched as it stood still, panting and wagging it's tail as if nothing had happened. Then with no warning it bolted down the street ahead. It only paused to look into doorways and sniff here and there as if searching. The sound of footsteps. Slow and deliberate. He grunted and shifted, favoring his leg and rolled onto his side. She was taking her sweet time, letting her hips sway back and forth as she walked. Bitch. He snatched the bow up and turned back to her. "It's just a stick and a string without arrows, big guy," her voice was low and calm as she patted the quiver on her belt. "Ha!" he grimaced, "Just what are you gonna do with those without this?" he tilted the bow. In silence she continued her slow approach until she was nearly hovering over him. Her hazel eyes showed no emotion and her full lips were fixed in an unimpressed frown. "Get away from me you, stupid--" he reached for the axe in the back of his leg but the pain was too much to pull it loose, "You, stupid whore!" He tried to kick her with his good leg leaving it vulnerable. She slammed her boot down on his ankle with a sickening crack. While he was distracted she carelessly wrenched her axe free. "You're a good actor, Ben," her voice was near a whisper, "I actually believed I had a trustworthy ally there for a while. You're an idiot though. After a whole month together most people would have thought twice before turning on me. And all that work for some extra supplies and an old bow? Honestly. How much do you think you'll get out of that?" She turned the weapon over in her hand and adjusted her grip feeling the familiar weight and balance. He chuckled through the sweat and tears and clenched teeth, "Not just that," he gasped, "the sex was good t--" Before he could finish that thought she flung the axe into the side of his neck. It took several agonizing minutes for him to bleed out but she stood still and examined her reclaimed bow for any damage until the spectacle was completely over. Once she was sure there was nothing more to be seen, she packed up the supplies that had been taken from her, any of Ben's more useful belongings and her axe. She was sure to clean the gore off on a clean part of his clothes before sheathing it. Then she turned and continued down the street after Chevy leaving the corpse to the flesh eaters. --- [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZiJtEsPG8Ls]A long pink tongue[/url] lolled from his mouth between smells. Such amazing smells! The scent of any zombies was stale but the delicious scents of animals and humans and even food was thick everywhere. There was bound to be good eats, fun things and cozy places to sleep around here somewhere! The large mixed breed followed his powerful nose into a nearby apartment complex. Some of them were open and accessible, others were locked and soon lost their interest despite what treasures may be inside. His claws scrambled to a halt on the old linoleum floor. Human voices and a strange plinking noise reached his ears. Carefully and quietly he made his way toward the sounds. They grew louder in one of the apartments and he slunk through the front door and poked his head in and out of rooms as stealthy as possible. Periodically he stopped, listened and checked his six. He didn't like things being behind him. Then he crept into the doorway of a room with a balcony. There were two humans playing like humans do. The mongrel sat on his haunches, puffed his chest out and pricked up his pointy ears to look absolutely dashing while he determined whether these humans were friend or foe. From his experience the little ones were generally okay. Slow and uncoordinated as well. But the big ones could be very dangerous. However an intoxicating scent dulled his judgment. He licked his lips. Did he smell potato chips?