K.J.:
The only thing I could really notice was the smell. It stank like ammonia back here and bleach. Of course, at least it covered the smell of death that came from the waiting room. I'd been lucky. When the first person had gotten bitten, I'd been in the back room--with all the rescued cats, dogs, and the family of raccoons we'd recently taken in. This was lucky because of the cages and the fact there was only one door to get in here and one small window. I'd managed to stack some of the cages against the door and in front of the window and put those big bags of dog food that were prescription stuff in said cages.
I was safe. Well, more or less.
The bad news was, I was also stuck--with about eight dogs, six cats, and several raccoons that were very noisy and kept attracting the attention of the turned people in the waiting room.
The good news was, this was where the grooming station was, too. Well, it had been one at one time. I'd dumped bleach out of barrels and washed 'em out, then filled them with water. I was pretty sure that was a very, very bad idea. But I hadn't died of dehydration.
I'd also been eating dog food. I was pretty sure that wasn't a good idea, either. But, hey, the stuff had, like, beef, potatoes, carrots, and stuff in it. It was like dried stew or something. It couldn't be that harmful.
But, none of this would last forever. I glanced up momentarily at the ceiling again, wondering if there was a crawl space up there at least. I was pretty sure there wasn't; this building was old. And the tiles looked flimsy enough to fall under pressure.
I sigh and just rest my forehead on my drawn in knees.
I'd had a...well, plan for a bit. I hadn't wanted to do it. But I was beginning to think I had to. It was disturbing on many levels, but it wasn't like I was going to get arrested for animal cruelty, right?
I was running out of water. I needed out.
With that thought in mind and the fact the animals had quieted down for a moment, I got up and took my pocket knife out. My Dad had given it to me when I was eight, so I could protect myself. He said white boys were targets.
Yeah...turns out I was now a target again. It just wasn't race specified this time.
I glanced around the room, at the dogs in the cages, and gulped. Time to party.
"Come here, sugar," I cooed, creeping closer and unlocking the cage. "That's it..." I say, as the collie mix in the cage moved a bit closer. I felt like I was going to be sick I was so, well, anxious.
I take the knife out and grab her by her scruff at the same time, wanting to jerk away right as I do. I don't, though, I just skim the knife down her back, drawing blood.
She yelps and tries to get away. I just let her go.
I don't need to describe the fact I do this to all the animals, or that I move the almost empty bags of food (which wouldn't keep the door closed much longer) and crates.
Moans start up again and I swallow hard, starting to sweat. I pull out the other sharp tools in my pocket knife and then pull open the door, hard. One of the zombies or whatever they are falls in and they seem to have trouble getting up; probably because their spine is snapped in half. Two other of the dead fix their eyes on me. I shiver, but the animals wander out, not understanding. The eyes move to them, the blood.
I'm sprinting out through the waiting room's door in an instant. It slams behind me and I wince, hoping not to draw attention. I hear yowling and growls behind me and I just can't do it. I find a rock quickly and leave the door open a crack with it, before jogging as fast as I can with my leg towards my car, an old Toyota. Luckily the clinic had a lot of property, as it set on the edge of a reserve.
There weren't any outside--the others, the dead ones.
I take a deep breath and am at my car in minutes.
Then I realize something else. The tires are slashed. Who the heck would do that?!?!
"Frick," I hiss, then I look around again.
Animals are racing out of the clinic, the zombies following them (some of them holding what seem to be "left overs").
Curse words replay again and again in my head. This wasn't going how I had planned it.
((He may be on his own for a bit, until he finds one of the other characters (didn't want to post anymore stuff)...but you may stumble upon him if you wish.))
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