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Post by Pebble on Sept 10, 2016 23:19:59 GMT
The regular sound if the TV would echo in houses, the news all over every channel. There was something going on, something they refused to tell us. They just advised us to stay inside. Did the group listen? No. No they didn't. Fawn had finally figured out how to walk on a leash. Mostly. She was tugging on Sam as she attempted to walk faster, panting as her claws clicked on the hard groun, attempting to reach the door faster despite Sam tugging her back. It didn't take ten minutes and they were on a car ride, Fawn on his lap and sticking her head out the passenger window. Her tail waved as she did so, despite what the news was telling them. Police cars were driving towards the nearby town. A new scent hit her like a freight train and she pulled her head back on, face twisted into one of disgust, her eyes watered and she whimpered. It was awful! Death... just death! She looked at Sam confused. Then she looked back out and a stumbling person was in the road. Except it wasn't a person.
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Post by Timur on Sept 11, 2016 0:25:37 GMT
Listen to an advisory from the government? No of course they wouldn't. Very few other people did the same as they did, and it seems they met a poor fate. He had mostly taught fawn how to walk on a leash, and at this point all they needed was practice. Simple enough. Ten minutes later, Dean drove around town, Sam sat shotgun, Fawn was on his lap, and everyone else who wanted to go was in the backseat. Somehow. Benedict of course had chickened out and decided to stay, where he knew he'd be safe.
Then something hit Fawn. Sam could sense this, not only through their telepathic bond but also through her whimpers and watered eyes. "What is it Fawn?" Sam asked, Dean as well adverting his gaze fro the rode and managing to not crash because he always did. Then she looked back out so Sam and Dean looked out too and what they saw wasn't pretty.
Zombie, but not quite. It looked more like a stereotypical zombie than the zombies they had encountered. Confusion would flood their minds too, and Dean slammed on the breaks in surprise. Not hard enough to send someone flying, but enough to give everyone a wake up call. "What the hell is that?" he asked, studying this for a moment more. Zombie? But not a zombie? "It looks like a zombie." Sam replied. "Dude that's not any zombie we've come across before." Dean shot back. This wasn't normal, not normal at all. "You've still got access to that fed site right?" Dean asked Sam. He gave a nod. At least on the fed site they'd have access to anything that was going on, and this would surely make national headlines. then Dean would turn Baby around, knowing that they had to do more research before bringing them down. Sam knew this too, but it wasn't likely he'd get much. But then he had an idea. They looked like stereotypical zombies, walked and moaned like stereotypical zombies, what if they hurt like stereotypical zombies? "Dean wait I've got an idea."
/Opps i should stop here before it gets out of hand
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Post by Pebble on Sept 11, 2016 1:00:12 GMT
Fawn would lose her balance as Dean hit the breaks, throwing her paws out in front of her to protect herself. Some how she was able to stop from falling and pressed back against Sam. His next words caught her attention. What was his idea? More death and she buried her nose in his shirt, the scent hitting her nose and overwhelming. She whimpered again, the horrid scent awful to any dog within a 10 mile radius.
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