There were no houses on either side, only trees and trees and more trees. Now it was so dark the dog could barely see the road. Then the dog heard the girl stop. He turned around to see if she was okay. But dead-thing was very close now, and the girl had something dark in her hand, and the dog saw that it was the crowbar from the house. The girl waited until the dead-thing got very close, and then she raised the crowbar over her head and brought it down hard on the dead-thing's skull. The dead-thing wobbled for a second and then fell over backward on the road.
The dog trotted over the where the dead-thing lay, and sniffed at it's head, but the dead-thing did not move. Then the dog heard the girl's steps walking off down the road and he turned and trotted after her. But his back leg was hurting even worse now where the dog had bitten him. He just wanted to stop and rest, but the girl kept on walking and the dog did not want to be alone. He wondered why the girl did not stop to rest now that the dead-thing was dead, but the girl just kept on walking through the dark.
The dog walked on for a long time, but the pain in his back leg got worse and worse, until finally, he collapsed onto the hard black road, and could do nothing more than whimper in pain. The girl turned to looked at him where he had fallen. At first she hesitated. The dog whimpered again, this time because he was afraid she was going to leave him alone in the dark. He did not want to be alone. His people had left him alone and the dead-things had come, and now the dead-things were everywhere and the girl left him alone the dog thought he might never want to get up again. The pain was worse than anything now, and his head was starting to hurt from all of the hurt from his leg, so he almost didn't notice until she was standing beside him, that the girl had come back. The girl stood over him and took a deep breath then let it out in a sigh. Then she leaned down and carefully wrapped her arms around the dog and picked him up off the hard road. The dog tried to lick her face, but the girl twisted away and told the dog to stop, so the dog stopped. The girl walked on through the night carrying the dog in her arms. The dog's leg still hurt, but the girl was careful not to jostle it too much and the dog was so tired that after a while he fell asleep as the stars drifted by overhead.
Some time later he awoke to the sound of yelling, and the sound of groans, and the smell of the dead-things. The dog opened his eyes a little and saw that the girl was fighting with two of the dead-things. She had her crowbar in her hands, and she was beating the dead-things with it as hard as she could, but there were more dead-things coming from further down the road.
The dog trotted over the where the dead-thing lay, and sniffed at it's head, but the dead-thing did not move. Then the dog heard the girl's steps walking off down the road and he turned and trotted after her. But his back leg was hurting even worse now where the dog had bitten him. He just wanted to stop and rest, but the girl kept on walking and the dog did not want to be alone. He wondered why the girl did not stop to rest now that the dead-thing was dead, but the girl just kept on walking through the dark.
The dog walked on for a long time, but the pain in his back leg got worse and worse, until finally, he collapsed onto the hard black road, and could do nothing more than whimper in pain. The girl turned to looked at him where he had fallen. At first she hesitated. The dog whimpered again, this time because he was afraid she was going to leave him alone in the dark. He did not want to be alone. His people had left him alone and the dead-things had come, and now the dead-things were everywhere and the girl left him alone the dog thought he might never want to get up again. The pain was worse than anything now, and his head was starting to hurt from all of the hurt from his leg, so he almost didn't notice until she was standing beside him, that the girl had come back. The girl stood over him and took a deep breath then let it out in a sigh. Then she leaned down and carefully wrapped her arms around the dog and picked him up off the hard road. The dog tried to lick her face, but the girl twisted away and told the dog to stop, so the dog stopped. The girl walked on through the night carrying the dog in her arms. The dog's leg still hurt, but the girl was careful not to jostle it too much and the dog was so tired that after a while he fell asleep as the stars drifted by overhead.
Some time later he awoke to the sound of yelling, and the sound of groans, and the smell of the dead-things. The dog opened his eyes a little and saw that the girl was fighting with two of the dead-things. She had her crowbar in her hands, and she was beating the dead-things with it as hard as she could, but there were more dead-things coming from further down the road.
