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Post by AUBRI on Sept 15, 2011 23:29:15 GMT -5
Stella walked swiftly down the deserted streets of Chicago. The elimination of the majority of the human population had left the place dead, cold, and depressing. Many dogs chose to complain about the humans, telling how they treated them unfairly and such; but in reality, everything was better when they were alive. Plant life flourished, products were made, food to go around... Now it was all over, you would have thought they would rejoice? No, they were still unhappy. As a matter of fact, fighting and death was more common them before. She sighed softly, these sad thoughts flooded her mind more often then not.
The world wasn't healing, it was getting worse. Dying.
She glanced over to the ally across the street, a pair of milky, glazed eyes stared back at her. The zombie stood, staring blankly, eyes focusing on nothing in particular. Stella felt her breath catch in her throat, she froze. Patches of skin and fur were missing in chunks all along it's sides. She swallowed hard. Her lips curled around her teeth, a snarl escaped her jaws. The figure faded back into the dark ally, it's face showing no emotion. The wolf sighed softly, relived. She only feared one thing, zombies. Their dead eyes, emotionless faces, decaying skin, she had never seen anything that frightened her more. Fear was an unusual thing for Stella, even when she was a pup, the stories of what lurked out in the unknown didn't faze her. She faced her fears head on, like she did today.
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