I’ve been running for god knows how long. I had to escape the city I once called home. I ran and ran until my feet were cracked and blistered, until my lung burned with ever exaggerated, short breath, until my body was weak, my eyes were heavy and I couldn’t walk any longer.

It’s been a few months since I left the city. After a couple months in I was startled by the sound of a whimpering puppy of some sort, it pressed against a tree crying, seeming uninjured but still frightened as a rotter slink toward it. I grab the small pistol from my thigh and check the chamber and with my final bullet I put an end to the rotters life, watching the decayed meat bag collapse to the mush forest floor. I approached the pup slowly, once close enough I knelt down offer out my hand and making soft calming shushed noises. As I picked, what I quickly figured out was a him, up, he became startled and dug his small, sharp teeth into my hand, not much pain came from this, just a sting and a small amount of blood drawn, I kept him close regardless and kept moving.

After months of wandering he grew and grew until I thought he would be the size of a small horse, realizing it was no ordinary puppy but a wolf cub. He had grown on me and I had grown on him as well, We were inseparable I was attacked a few days back after washing my clothes, I was forced to shove my clean clothes into the makeshift pack I made for Silver, as I had named him. As I was attempting to fight off the rotters, there had to be at least 3 that I could see, Silver caught their attention and ran off into the woods, leaving me in my underwear with nothing but a small pack on my back with little to no rations.

Now I sit in this broken down shack on the outskirts of what looks like a city. I don’t know if I should risk it or not, honestly. After last time I met some living people it turned out horrible. A bit of back story is shortly before I found Silver I was traveling with this small group of maybe six people, max. Long story short they were horrible people, killing anyone and everyone for the smallest amount of supplies, only reason I made it in was because I have a pretty face and something they could use, they realized quickly that they wouldn’t get what they wanted from me after a few days of traveling with them. After seeing what they did to people I was ready to leave anyway, I was told if I left or tried to leave that I would be killed because they were scared that maybe i’d bring people back to raid them of some other bullshit. After night fell one night I packed the most important things I could find in the backpack I had and slipped away, as I was running all I could hear was disgruntled shouting and my name a few times. I didn’t look back. I never will.

Now i’m huddled up in this tiny rotting, ruin of what used to be a house, I miss Silver but I gotta keep moving, I’ve heard the shuffling of rotters for a while now, thank god they haven’t smelled me yet. I’ve decided i’m going to make my way toward the city, should take me a couple days to get there, I’m going to try and rest it’s dark out now, I’ll leave come sunrise, doubt i’ll rest any knowing the rotters are stalking about. I hope Silver is OK, I’m cold and wish I had him to cuddle up with right now.

I miss him.