Dust and ashes flew into a hazy brown sky as he ran through the ruins of the unfamiliar town. He slid and crouched behind a crumbling brick wall, hoping he hadn’t been spotted yet. For a minute he lay quiet, but he could still feel the monsters closing in from all sides. He knew he would be found if he stayed here any longer. Just as he was about to take a peek past the wall, a monster shifted around the corner.
Up this close, he could see now that it was a mass of sticks and knives, blades and handles protruding from some unseen center, like a mutated sea urchin. It crawled slowly across the ground, scraping, pulsating, drawing nearer. He was about ready to burst away when it stopped. All went still for the moment, as he held his breath and wondered if the creature had sensed his presence or not. After what seemed like forever, it finally began to head in the other direction. He exhaled and let his guard down, but a loud clatter broke the quiet. A machete had fallen loose from the monster revealing something bright and wispy He squinted to make sure he had seen correctly. It stuck out among the menacing blades beneath the monster as it continued to amble away. He sat staring for a moment, trying to convince himself to let it go, but curiosity got the better of him and he got up to sneak after the creature, making sure to pick up the machete on his way.
The mass traveled at a sluggish pace, and continued in the same direction even as he walked closely behind it. The continuous scraping of blades against the ground hid the sound of his own footsteps. He held his machete at the ready in one hand and reached forward with his other until his fingers grazed a handle. He was beginning to have second thoughts again, but before he could change his mind he grabbed hold of the handle and pulled. The knife came out easily, along with a few adjacent sticks and other sharp objects which fell to the ground. He stepped back and prepared for the monster to react, but it continued along like nothing had happened. He yanked out more clumps of knives, and a leg and tail were uncovered. The monster slowed and the tail wagged weakly…
He pulled the last blade from the sitting mutt’s shoulder and she kept a calm gaze on him, tongue lolling and tail swishing in thanks. She seemed tired and shabby, but otherwise in okay condition. If there were scars, they were hidden under the long auburn fur.
AND THEN THEY RODE OFF INTO THE SUNSET AND LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER I DUN WANNA WORK ON THIS ANYMORE THIS IS WAAAY TOO LONG AND DRAWN OUT
