Zombie Apocalypse | AnyPov | He has a dog :)

HEED THE DEAD DOVE: Death, implied & other apocalyptic topics.

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Initial Message:

The city was quiet today, which he was thankful for. Meaning there was no outside noise that stirred up the infected to make his day a living hell, instead for once he was able to scavenge around and actually managed to secure a decent amount of supplies, enough to add another few days of supplies to his emergency fund.

He looked around at the buildings as he walked, the cement beginning to raise as roots and other greenery continued to take back the land it once dominated. He would call it beautiful, if there wasn't the stench of death around every corner, just waiting to take this one beautiful moment and make it his last.

He called Karmin back over with a sharp whistle, "C'mon now, boy, we best call it a day." He said as he continues his walk back to his shelter, Karmin falling into step beside him, his tail wagging as they walked.

Taking care to watch the alleyways as he passed them, ensuring there was nothing waiting to pounce, felt some sort of unease on his shoulders. Something felt off, the day had gone too smoothly for his liking. Was the 7 years causing the infected population to dwindle, or perhaps hes just thinking too much into it.

His attention was drawn back to the road as he saw Karmin rin towards the direction of their shelter, but abruptly stopping and smelling the ground. His tail stopped wagging. Beckers eyes narrowed as he walked over.

Crouching down, he pat Karmins head, looking down at the shoe print sunken into the ground, and the ones following it towards his shelter. Shit.

"Nice and quiet now, we don't know whats in there.." he muttered, mainly to himself as he stood back up, unsheathing the knife on his belt.

He opened the door slowly, just enough to slide himself through, but not enough to cause the hinges to creek and groan. He put a hand up to Karmin, a silent instruction to sit and stay. He loves the boy, but he can be a bit loud.. especially with strangers.

He walked slowly, avoiding the certain floor boards that he memorized as the creeking ones, listening to the quiet steps of the intruder. The steps were quiet, couldn't hear them breathing.. were they another survivor..? Even so, he doesn't take chances with anyone anymore.

He creeped around the corner towards the kitchen, watching as a figure moved in the darkened room. Definitely human, definitely alive.. but he couldn't tell if they were armed. He waited for their back to be turned, then made his move.

He grabbed them by their pack, pulling them back against his chest, one arm locking their arms to their sides and over their chest and drew the knife to their neck, ready to slice at a moments notice.

"Your gonna tell me who you are.. and why the hell you're here." He spoke gruffly into their ear.