Post by Leon on Oct 23, 2014 22:19:25 GMT
607 words
for @tag
Leon-Male-Omega
All in all its just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
my voice
Leon was headed to Walgreens with a very happy Gremlin in tow. The little dog was slung across his back as a very agitated Leon made his way across the empty parking lot. He wouldn't have brought him....but the little bastard had given him a nasty surprise the last time he left him in the RV. Having apparently barked all day he had brought in close to ten walkers that Leon had been forced to pick off one by one as they leaned against the chain link fence surrounding his territory. Gremlin had happily welcomed him home. And had it not been his sons dog he could have killed the little ugly thing. Just the thought of his son made Leon frown, green eyes narrowing just the slightest. But he was quick to push it from his mind, he had to feed this mutt now....and the only place in town that wasn't overrun that 'might' have food was this place.
He knew that people would resort to eating dog food if things got bad enough......he only hoped they had not and someone had left a few cans for him. He could feel Gremlin's little head swinging to and fro as he walked. Coming up to the automatic doors that had already been wedged open he slipped inside. All the food was gone, over the counter medicine and bandages as well. Not having high hopes he moved to the pet section, feet crunching on broken glass among other things. He came across the dog toys, quickly deciding that there was no way Gremlin was getting a squeaky toy to just lure in more walkers. But as his eyes settled on the tennis balls he took on in his hand and reached behind him to let it fall into his bag. Gremlin responded by freaking out and making loud snuffling sounds as he played with his newest and only toy. But Leon was not here so that the dog would have something better than a stick to play with...he was here so that he would not starve. Little stuck up thing was too good for peas and carrots in a can, and it wasn't every day he would come across roast beef. He moved down the isle a little further. Looking down at the dry dog food that had been attacked by rats..... Not feeding him that.... He thought, eyes flicking up to the canned food. The majority of it was gone. Any of the food that so much as resembled human food had been taken, all that was left was the compressed processed meat that looked like a pink lump. He pulled his satchel around to his front, opening it to see a happy Gremlin with a tennis ball in his mouth. He pushed the dog to the side and set the last remaining cans in his bag...five of them. Flipping the top back over the dog he was getting ready to leave just as the sound of someone else crunching on glass made him spin around. His switchblade had come out of nowhere and he held it sideways along his palm. However it was at just this moment that Gremlin decided to escape, jumping out of the bag and running down the aisle (still with his ball) towards the sounds of life. Leon cursed, and scrambled to follow him. His boots getting little traction on the cluttered floor. Rounding a corner he came upon someone.....he stiffened, raising his knife in front of him in a clear message to back off. Worry lines creasing his face. He didn't have time for this!
Leon was headed to Walgreens with a very happy Gremlin in tow. The little dog was slung across his back as a very agitated Leon made his way across the empty parking lot. He wouldn't have brought him....but the little bastard had given him a nasty surprise the last time he left him in the RV. Having apparently barked all day he had brought in close to ten walkers that Leon had been forced to pick off one by one as they leaned against the chain link fence surrounding his territory. Gremlin had happily welcomed him home. And had it not been his sons dog he could have killed the little ugly thing. Just the thought of his son made Leon frown, green eyes narrowing just the slightest. But he was quick to push it from his mind, he had to feed this mutt now....and the only place in town that wasn't overrun that 'might' have food was this place.
He knew that people would resort to eating dog food if things got bad enough......he only hoped they had not and someone had left a few cans for him. He could feel Gremlin's little head swinging to and fro as he walked. Coming up to the automatic doors that had already been wedged open he slipped inside. All the food was gone, over the counter medicine and bandages as well. Not having high hopes he moved to the pet section, feet crunching on broken glass among other things. He came across the dog toys, quickly deciding that there was no way Gremlin was getting a squeaky toy to just lure in more walkers. But as his eyes settled on the tennis balls he took on in his hand and reached behind him to let it fall into his bag. Gremlin responded by freaking out and making loud snuffling sounds as he played with his newest and only toy. But Leon was not here so that the dog would have something better than a stick to play with...he was here so that he would not starve. Little stuck up thing was too good for peas and carrots in a can, and it wasn't every day he would come across roast beef. He moved down the isle a little further. Looking down at the dry dog food that had been attacked by rats..... Not feeding him that.... He thought, eyes flicking up to the canned food. The majority of it was gone. Any of the food that so much as resembled human food had been taken, all that was left was the compressed processed meat that looked like a pink lump. He pulled his satchel around to his front, opening it to see a happy Gremlin with a tennis ball in his mouth. He pushed the dog to the side and set the last remaining cans in his bag...five of them. Flipping the top back over the dog he was getting ready to leave just as the sound of someone else crunching on glass made him spin around. His switchblade had come out of nowhere and he held it sideways along his palm. However it was at just this moment that Gremlin decided to escape, jumping out of the bag and running down the aisle (still with his ball) towards the sounds of life. Leon cursed, and scrambled to follow him. His boots getting little traction on the cluttered floor. Rounding a corner he came upon someone.....he stiffened, raising his knife in front of him in a clear message to back off. Worry lines creasing his face. He didn't have time for this!
