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I started this last night at work, and finally got around to finishing it. It's a little snippit from this other snippit. It's actually rather depressing. xD Many thanks to my dinner Cattails for editting!
Reggie dodged out of the rain into an abandoned building, swearing at the sudden downpour. The wind was powerful and every shriek gave him the chills. It sounded like the screams of the dying to him. He hated storms like this.
He was ready for the thunder when it arrived, shaking the sky and the ground. If this building had still had windows, they would have been on the verge of breaking. The storm was heading along the coast, toward the west next. Reggie wondered briefly if Charles would be caught in it. Charles loved storms like this and Reggie pondered if he would wander out into it just to get wet. He let himself have a last thought of Charles, and then forced all thoughts of him away. He huddled in the back, alone and cold, waiting for the worst to pass so he could get back to work.
Even through the storm, Reggie could smell the lingering traces of his target. He shifted to get a little warmer and the smell hit him like a sledgehammer. It was masked, so he couldn’t smell it normally, but like this, it was like a lighted beacon. The trail took him to a backroom and he found the trap door in no time at all. Maybe the storm wasn’t too bad.
Charles was fond of storms. He liked to stay out in them until his coat was soaked and he couldn’t see from the water dripping into his eyes. Then he would shift and go back inside, hug Reggie and get him soaking wet, too. Reggie would snarl and curse at him, but would eventually get them both into a warm shower, and then dry. As he curled into himself and tried to ignore the howling outside, Charles cried for the first time since he was exiled.
Missing Reggie had become a physical ache that never quite went away. Sometimes, he had to worry it like a toothache; he couldn’t quite stop himself, even though he knew it would be soul-crushingly painful. He hoped Reggie had found a safe place from the storm; it would have been worse when it hit the east. He was probably working and just thought it an inconvenience. Sometimes, Charles wondered if Reggie even thought about him anymore.
A crash of thunder shook him to the core and he finally dried his eyes. He composed himself, then left his room, stepping over the cat zombie sitting in the doorway. Charles would never understand why the wolves here kept them as pets. He could never bring himself to touch one. The other wolves in the house were huddled together, growling softly in protest of the storm. However, it took no heed as it continued pounding the small house.
Ignoring their gaping, Charles slipped outside, gripping tightly to the steel fence that boarded the walk up to the house. He could see a few of the zombies doing the same, before he had to shelter his eyes from the stinging rain. He was soaked in seconds, and for a moment, he felt like he was about to walk back into Reggie and his loving swearing. He started crying anew and fled back to his room. He shut everything about Reggie out and didn’t even protest when the poor zombie cat came and cuddled with him.
Reggie dodged out of the rain into an abandoned building, swearing at the sudden downpour. The wind was powerful and every shriek gave him the chills. It sounded like the screams of the dying to him. He hated storms like this.
He was ready for the thunder when it arrived, shaking the sky and the ground. If this building had still had windows, they would have been on the verge of breaking. The storm was heading along the coast, toward the west next. Reggie wondered briefly if Charles would be caught in it. Charles loved storms like this and Reggie pondered if he would wander out into it just to get wet. He let himself have a last thought of Charles, and then forced all thoughts of him away. He huddled in the back, alone and cold, waiting for the worst to pass so he could get back to work.
Even through the storm, Reggie could smell the lingering traces of his target. He shifted to get a little warmer and the smell hit him like a sledgehammer. It was masked, so he couldn’t smell it normally, but like this, it was like a lighted beacon. The trail took him to a backroom and he found the trap door in no time at all. Maybe the storm wasn’t too bad.
Charles was fond of storms. He liked to stay out in them until his coat was soaked and he couldn’t see from the water dripping into his eyes. Then he would shift and go back inside, hug Reggie and get him soaking wet, too. Reggie would snarl and curse at him, but would eventually get them both into a warm shower, and then dry. As he curled into himself and tried to ignore the howling outside, Charles cried for the first time since he was exiled.
Missing Reggie had become a physical ache that never quite went away. Sometimes, he had to worry it like a toothache; he couldn’t quite stop himself, even though he knew it would be soul-crushingly painful. He hoped Reggie had found a safe place from the storm; it would have been worse when it hit the east. He was probably working and just thought it an inconvenience. Sometimes, Charles wondered if Reggie even thought about him anymore.
A crash of thunder shook him to the core and he finally dried his eyes. He composed himself, then left his room, stepping over the cat zombie sitting in the doorway. Charles would never understand why the wolves here kept them as pets. He could never bring himself to touch one. The other wolves in the house were huddled together, growling softly in protest of the storm. However, it took no heed as it continued pounding the small house.
Ignoring their gaping, Charles slipped outside, gripping tightly to the steel fence that boarded the walk up to the house. He could see a few of the zombies doing the same, before he had to shelter his eyes from the stinging rain. He was soaked in seconds, and for a moment, he felt like he was about to walk back into Reggie and his loving swearing. He started crying anew and fled back to his room. He shut everything about Reggie out and didn’t even protest when the poor zombie cat came and cuddled with him.