Late Night Dribble

[Cy[un]banned]

Streets were empty, life was scarce, but something, something sinister lingered in the air around the large canine padding over the cracked sidewalk. No creature could deny this, no matter how decrepit and disconnected it may be. The very act of breathing took its toll on the lungs, eventually – scratching the fleshy walls like a cat clawing at a curtain, causing internal bleeding, dry drowning. Or was it suffocation? The speckle-furred dog knew not. His only goal for the moment was to find a way out of the crappy situation he was in, he had gotten his self into. 

Through the broken cities the mix-breed dared to wander, striding largely in habitually light step over fried grass and scorched cement, sneezing every so often from the dust and debris that blows around and gets in a dog’s eyes and nostrils seemingly just to antagonize him. The canine growled to the ground, gritting his teeth and drawing his floppy black ears back in annoyance. Could it be? Of course not, no, that is crazy-thought. He shook his head side to side, ears flapping lightly, and continued his way past numerous crumbling buildings, all which seemed identical to him. All dull grey, dusty, broken. Nothing was certain, though, and he did know that sometimes, if he picked the right building, he could find supplies. Once, he could even sniff out the correct building, instead of relying solely on chance, but those days were behind, gone with the comforts of bustling streets and human excess. Indeed. This was the apocalypse.