AN: Another chapter, here we go. I really hope this isn't too much of a pain to read, I wanted to express that, while she's not particularly aggressive most of the time she is still not the most mentally stable thing around. My friend who I've been having read my chapters for me says it's fine though, so maybe? Anyway, feedback is nice, it helps me do better which gets you guys better stuff to read when I post. Obligatory disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead, only my original characters.

Hunter's PoV

Wake up, turn around, look out the greasy window, make sure nothing's following me even as I follow something—no, someone—myself. All living things, infected and not infected, they all will kill me or be killed by me, they all fall into one of two groups, food or not food. This one, he is not food, but the others like me don't think, too tired, too hungry, too lost to know. Silly hungry things, can't you see? He's just like you, so let him go. But they never do and so I choose to follow. I don't know why, I just do.

Silly, silly, he is not food, you will not kill him so he will kill you.

But I find that I don't care. I memorized him days ago, I can follow him without needing to see him and he has never once seen me. Too tired, stumbling over himself like that, almost like the hungry ones that fumble about and cry for his blood when he gets too close. He kills them when they attack, but unlike others like him I have seen he does nothing more than defend himself, sometimes he takes longer than I find comfortable. I wonder, is he sick like them and just hasn't given up his fight yet?

A soft whine pulls me from my thoughts, this other, giant, warm one. He is different from the one I watch, four legs instead of two and all covered in long, soft fur. He is hungry again, and I have nothing to give him. I watch the—human?—yes, human, longer. Maybe he will feed my furry one. But how will I convince him that we want to be friends without my words? The furry one snorts and bats me with his paws and I nuzzle closer to him. We will follow the human longer and maybe we'll find a way.

He's a ways ahead of me, I'll have to run, but he's so tired, he can't go too fast. I stretch, my furry one snuffles at my neck and I run my hand through his mane, then I get up and start forward. First for food, maybe I will find something. A round thing, flat on both ends is what I find first, I remember my human picking them up and putting them in his bag. It must be useful, but I don't know why. Food? I don't know, maybe my human does. A whine, and I look at my furry one to see him drooling. I move a little and his eyes follow the round thing in my hand. Food, it must be, but I can't open it. My human must open them though because he keeps finding new ones, but he never puts them down. Maybe he will open it. I hope so. I'm hungry too. I put the round thing down and my furry one huffs. Hungry, more than me I think. Must get human to open up a round thing.

We keep going, finding more of the food containers at various points, some open and empty ones which my friend licks clean. I just keep going while my furry one snuffles around and digs through things on the street. I can hear my human, his feet are dragging and his steps are heavy. Why is he so tired? I don't understand. If he does not sleep he will fall in the street, if he falls in the street and I'm not there he might die. For some reason that bothers me—Why do you care?—I don't know why. But I know that I don't want to see him die. I move faster, have to keep up, can't leave him alone, can't let the hungry ones have him. There are many hungry ones, some are angry, some are not, but most don't think, they're just too hungry.

Food, stop thinking about the food, you'll go crazy if you don't.

Can't help it, I'm too hungry—then I smell something and move in that direction. The building is mostly empty, but the shelves still have some things on them, move farther back, find a box. It's still cold inside, so very, very cold, but there are things inside it and when I open the box my furry one comes running up to me, he's trailing drool all over. Food, it must be. At least it doesn't smell like it's going bad like the things still on the shelves. I've eaten rotten things before, they always make me sick.

Sicker than you are already.

Hush, you! I'm fine. I haven't eaten a human yet, so I'm not sick, not like the hungry, miserable, moaning ones that crawl and grab, and bite anything in reach. You can't eat metal or bricks or wood you silly things. I pull a thing out of the box and rip it open, and cold blood oozes out of it and over my hands. Well, here you go, furry one, you need it more than I do right now, I will find another. I drop it on the floor and he attacks it, and I go back into the box. There must be more, more to eat, maybe I won't have to look too hard to eat.

It doesn't take long, there is apparently a lot in here that hasn't turned green and smelly. I don't eat much, eat too much and I'll get sick, and be more hungry later. That won't help me, and it won't help my human, if I'm too hungry I can't follow. I realize he's far ahead, oh shit—ha ha, shit, what a funny word—I leave the building and run down the street, must catch up. My furry one was satisfied a while ago, so that's alright, he won't suffer too much now.

The sun is low and it's getting cold, but soon I can hear my human moving again, stumbling, barely on his feet, but still somehow walking. I go where I can see him, I know he will not see me because this time of day he never turns around, too tired. I follow still, watch him find one of his red doors, he pulls first, it doesn't move, so he pushes inward. It swings open, he goes inside, moves around, I hear a grinding sound, then minutes later metal scraping metal, after that he falls. No, this won't do, there are hungry ones inside, you have to get back up. But he doesn't move and I realize he either won't or can't, so I go in. The moaning things are finally reacting, must have smelled him, but they're so miserable that they stumble with every step. Good, I haven't run out of time.

Have to kill them, do it quick, they hurt enough already. Still have to kill them or they will eat him, can't have that. One, two, buckle my shoe—What shoe?—I don't know, just go with it. Three more and they're all dead, can't shut the door because if I do I'll be trapped inside. So I curl up outside, just out of sight if he does wake up, don't want to die, not by noise, that would just be embarrassing. My furry one wanders around, digging, scratching through things, then finally comes and snuggles up beside, me. Good, all accounted for, time to sleep, sleep so we can do it all again tomorrow…

Wake up, stretch, hear my human moving around—he slept longer than he usually does last night—look into the room and I don't see him. Must have found the ones I killed, should have hidden the bodies. Oh well, time to hide, don't want to die. Should find the food again, he should be alright for now, he's always most alert in the early time.

Again with the food, do you ever stop?

Yes, when I'm not hungry. Will need less today, but my furry one will need just as much as yesterday. It's been too long since either of us ate properly, but I'll be fine. I'm still strong and I'm the fastest moving thing around. As long as that is true everything is fine.

I stay close long enough to make sure my human is safe on his way, then I lead my furry one back to the food. More meat packages, so strange there are so many left. I grab one, rip it open, drop it to the floor, find another, smaller one, feed myself. Wish I could carry some with me, but I have no bag, so I leave the food behind and go after my human again. I find him, he seems bored, not paying attention. Well I can pay attention for both of us, just have to stay out of sight or he will kill me. I don't blame him, he doesn't know me, he doesn't know that I won't kill him, because others that scream and jump are angry and have attacked him already.

I hear my furry one snuffling around, then he runs across the street to check out trash and my human jerks his head up to look around. He looks worried, he doesn't know what's happened. Well it can't be helped, I don't want to die. You will see me eventually, just not yet.

My furry one drops a can at my feet and whines and I shake my head, you just ate you silly one. There will be more food later. My human is worried, keeps looking around, but I can't get upset at my furry one because he needs to learn the smells. I feel bad for scaring my human, but I don't know what I should do about it. If he kills me then something angry might kill him. Don't want that, it won't do, not at all. Come on, keep walking, you can make it. Just find the next red door.

He moves off to the side of the street beside the buildings and I relax a little, good, the angry ones with long tongues will have a harder time with grabbing him and so will the ones like me. Well, like me is not quite right, they look more like humans and less like animals. I look more like an animal and less like a human, is that good or bad? I don't know, maybe both.

Don't think about that right now, you have things to do.

Keep my eyes on him, follow, not too close or he will see. It's getting warm and his steps get heavy, he's tired, must not have slept so well as I thought last night. Just one more step, just keep going, I won't let the hungry, angry ones get you.

He turns down another street—no not that way, the things in the street make noise—and heads toward where the street curves toward the sky. What does he know? Maybe there is something that way that will help him. I hope so, these dead machines are sometimes angry when you touch them. I hope we don't have to stay on this street for long, he's stumbling again and I worry that he might fall. Oh, why are you so tired?

He cuts through a building to keep from touching one of the dead machines then keeps going. There are moaning ones that try for him, but he kills them, quick and quiet and I start to think that maybe, just maybe, nothing will go wrong. He still stumbles but manages to stay on his feet and I think maybe he'll make it to the end without touching anything, but then I watch him trip, I don't know what it is, and he touches a dead machine.

There's a wicked screech and I slap my hands over my ears, please, oh please, stop the wretched sound. But I know that he doesn't have a way to turn it off, and I just don't know how, so I just follow and squash the things in my path as he begins to run. Oh just lay down and die, why do you stupid moaning things always go toward the dead machines when they make noise? Actually, if they make noise when someone touches them, are they really dead?

Ugh, don't try to think about it, you'll just make your head hurt.

Trust, me, I am not thinking about it, my human needs me too much right now.

Just exactly when did he become yours?

Shut up, you! Don't ask stupid questions at a time like this, time enough later if we make it past the angry ones. Well, I will, because I can run away, but my human is too tired and he can't climb the walls like I do. So I'll stay, because somehow I feel like he has to live, although I don't know why.

Stop it! Just get through this mess you're in.

Don't worry, I've got it, just be quiet. He's alright for now, but I move closer because I can hear something large moving about somewhere close, and if it's large it's most likely angry. Don't find the noise, don't come here, I don't want to see your face right now, just stay where you belong. Not that you belong anywhere in particular, but you definitely do not belong right here so just go away.

The building explodes at that instant and I look up to see one of the two largest of the angry ones, the one with one giant arm, the only one I'm actually afraid of. I've been grabbed by one of these before, it took me a month to heal. My human backs up, pointing his weapon at the angry one, the noise of it filling my ears and making my head ring with it, and I scramble towards him. I'm scared, there are too many small moaning ones in my way, I'm too far away for a jump and I don't want to die, but I don't want my human to die either. His weapon stops making sound and he backs up faster, then the giant angry one reaches out and grabs him in its massive fist. It slams him into the street once, he cries out, then the giant one roars and throws him.

He lands on top of one of the dead machines and doesn't move, but I don't have time to worry about it, there's no more sound from my human's weapon and this angry one must die. I snarl and leap off the wall beside me—Die!—with claws extended. Kill the eyes, it can't grab what it can't see. Lots of blood, one eye gone, then there's two, just stop flailing you stupid angry thing, it will all be over soon if you just stop moving. Leap away, its hand hits its face, trying to grab what's no longer there—too close—then its fist hits the ground and sends dead machines flying in new directions.

It blindly grabs something, and starts beating it into the ground in fury, and the dreadful screeching noise the dead machine was making finally stops. Well, at least you were useful for something with all your thrashing. Leap in again, shred its face some more, neck in tatters, good now leap away, then my furry one runs in and grabs a leg. It stumbles, then falls over and finally I am able to finish it off.

I'm afraid, did I take too long? Where is he, where's my human? Ok, I can smell him, climb—oh, there he is, but why is he not moving? Move closer, close enough to touch, but he still doesn't move, so I push at him. He groans but does nothing more, and I wonder, is he hurt too much to move right now? I will stay here and wait, at least there's no more sound and I won't have to worry quite so much. Just kill the small ones if they get too curious, it will be alright. And wait, wait as long as it takes, wait all night if it comes to that, I don't mind. He's alive and that's enough.

I curl up on top of the machine and my furry one comes to see if I'm alright, then jumps up and lays down beside me. Yes, I think a nap will do, but no sleep, only snooze, sleep too tight and someone might just die.

I sleep off and on for a long time, long enough for the sun to get too low to shine directly on us and it starts to get cold. I'm worried, please wake up, I have no way to carry you so please wake up. He stirs slightly, then I see his eyes open briefly before he closes them again. No, you can't stay here, it's getting dark. I prod him, but after several times he still doesn't move, then my furry one takes interest. Sniffs his face, licks him, he groans and pushes the nose away.

My furry one licks his face again and he starts to move more, then he gasps and lies still. I can't help the worried sounds that are escaping me and I prod him again—oh please move—and he blinks his eyes before shaking his head, then he turns slightly in my direction and jolts. He makes a noise, sharp and high, hurt, he must be, why else would he make a sound like that? Still can't stay here, something will eat you if you do. He lies there panting for a while with his eyes closed, then he finally opens his eyes again and stares at me. He's scared and I look down, didn't want to scare you, couldn't let you die, what do I do now?

I sit like that for a few minutes, watching him but trying not to be too obvious, just waiting, waiting—Wait for you forever, ha ha—Quiet! It's not funny, he almost died, don't want that, never, never. I look at him again, trying to be reassuring, but then I hear a sound. I'm not the only one who heard, my furry one stands straight up and looks away down the street and soon enough the sound comes again. Metal on metal, do you giant angry ones never sleep? Just go away, we don't want you here.

I start prodding him again, I know it hurts him to move but if he stays here the angry one will crush him and that will hurt him more, he will die and it will hurt. He finally rolls off the dead machine to land with a grunt and a heavy thud on the ground beside my furry one. Ouch, that sounded painful, can't stop now though, keep going, don't look back, just go. I move beside him, try to make sure he is alright, and he swings his weapon, the one that looks like a single claw.

"Get the fuck away from me!" his voice is harsh and dry, like he hasn't used it in a long, long time. Or maybe it's because of the sounds he makes at night when he should be sleeping.

Fuck? What is this 'fuck' you speak of? I don't know this word, but it sounds serious. I do know away, and maybe 'get' is the same as 'go' for him. He wants me to leave him, I think, but I can't do that. If I do then the large angry one that I can't see might find him, and if it catches him he will die. He climbs to his feet and my furry one sticks close to him. This is good, maybe he won't fall, and I won't upset him by getting too close or maybe touching. He doesn't want touch and I can't blame him, those like me keep trying to eat him, even if he is not food, and he doesn't know that I won't hurt him yet.

I follow, keep a safe distance, close enough to protect but far enough not to touch. I mostly just ignore when he tries to chase me, and eventually he gives up, he knows I'm here to stay. I wish he would—could?—go faster, the giant angry one is tearing up the street. Then one of the dead machines flies in our direction and I can't help squeaking and I hope they will move a tiny bit faster. It's a mistake, my human tries but he is more tired than I thought. He falls again and he stops moving, just lying there gasping like he's run for miles. I move to him again, try to get him up, try to get him moving again, but he swings his weapon at me and then I see. He's lying half trapped under the bag he carries, and no matter what he does it barely moves.

I look up to see the angry one is closer, and I know what I have to do, my human cannot survive another giant, angry thing, not like this. My furry one growls as I crouch low to the ground and hiss a warning, go away, stupid, giant brute. The angry thing keeps coming and I leap at it with a scream, it should know better, know better than to come after us. I land in its face and start to claw, but I have to jump away because it reaches for me and if it catches me I will die. It keeps trying, punching the ground and chasing me, then I hear loud, sharp noises and the angry one is suddenly bleeding more from small round holes. It starts toward the sound but I don't let it go far and it chases me again.

I hear my furry one making sounds—barking—yes, that was it, he barks, and the angry one chases after him next. We keep it changing directions back and forth for a while, it's completely confused, and throws a machine at my head. The machine bounces off from others and keeps going, there's a squish and I see a splatter of blood and bone where there used to be hungry ones. The angry one roars and I leap at its face again, destroy its eyes, same as before, it can't hit what it can't see, rip open the throat at the last moment then leap away. Same as before, my furry one runs in, grabs its leg and starts to pull. It falls spraying blood from its neck, then I jump in and slash it one more time and it dies.

Everything is almost completely quiet now, I hear moaning of the hungry ones but not much else, then I hear feet and look to see my human up and walking. That's good, he's safe. I run around through the street, kill off everything that even looks in his direction, then come back when there's nothing left. I find him, he's trying to move the bag, still lying where he must have left it. He pulls at it, almost falls—too heavy?—and I go to him, sit with the bag between us, watching. I want to say something, ask him what to do, but I have no words, only sound. He looks up, sees me, scrambles backward. It surprises me, didn't expect him to move that fast, I jump and back away—sorry, sorry, didn't mean to scare—what are you doing? He suddenly points his weapon, the smaller one that kills with sound. Shit! Yes, shit is the word for this, the only one I know to place this moment. I stare for just a moment but I know that he will make the weapon kill me if I stay and so I run.

My furry one notices that I've gone and follows a few minutes later, why? You should stay with him! But I suppose you're used to me aren't you? Alright, stay with me, we'll follow him like always, make sure he is safe. It's getting dark, soon he won't be able to see like me. Then I will stay close where I can watch him, where I can keep the others from catching him and eating him. I'm hopeful though, he didn't kill me and he could have. Maybe he won't always be afraid of me.

I follow out of sight, I can hear him moving the bag, but then I hear him drop it, take some things, most of them sound the same but one rattles and jingles, different from the rest. It doesn't sound like food or weapons, so I don't know why it's important. Maybe it's valuable in some other way? I wish I knew and could understand. I follow again when keeps going and find he's left the bag. Most of his round things are still in it, were they too heavy? I pick one up and look at it, but the markings don't make sense to me so I put it back and follow him again. Can't let him go alone, too dark, too quiet, the moaning ones can't see, but there are other ones who have no trouble in the dark, like me. Most of them are angry, and they're all hungry and would try to eat him, don't want that, that's not nice. He isn't food, food smells like meat, my human just smells like metal, himself, and smoke. And now blood, but normal blood, not sick blood like the angry ones and hungry ones, so it must be his.

He's a ways ahead of me, so I run to catch up, then just follow. It's dark now, so he can't see me and won't shoot me, but I soon realize that he probably wouldn't shoot me anyway, maybe wouldn't even see me because he's so tired. We're almost to the top of the hill in the road when I hear it, an odd sound. It's one of the crying ones, and I don't know where she is. The crying ones are only angry when another bothers them, but if he gets too near her she will kill him. I think the crying ones must be almost human still because when they do kill humans they cry louder than ever for hours after. But she will still kill him…

He hasn't heard her yet, and I start to worry before he suddenly stops before taking a few more steps then stopping again. The crying one makes a louder than usual sob and he takes a step. She notices and starts growling, I think she doesn't see him yet because she doesn't move, only growls. It's nothing but a warning right now, but he stays still and waits until she starts her crying again. He takes another step and she growls, a clear order to go away, and I worry, because there is only one way he can go, he has to keep going forward because there's nothing back the way we came that will help him. It takes her longer than before to stop growling and start crying again, but she eventually does and I can see he feels better. He manages three steps before she notices, but this time she sees him. I think she is curious, her growls aren't angry now, just confused, and she starts toward him. If she keeps going though she will know that he's not sick and that might make her angry. No, come this way.

I call her, softly, gentle, and she stops, then turns toward me. She's a little annoyed, but still mostly curious, so I keep calling her, and soon she forgets my human is there. She comes to me, sniffs and touches, makes a sad little noise in the back of her throat, then hums a little before sitting down beside my wall and quietly starting to cry again. I will remember her smell if I ever see her again, though I don't think I ever will. I stay there a while, making sure she's calm before I quietly move away, she sniffles and watches me go, but she does nothing else. I think she's sad and will miss the company, but I can't stay, I have someone else who needs me. I start down the other side of the hill and see my human, at the bottom walking forward and I run to catch up, then from my side of the street I see one of my human's red doors and I can't help making a happy sound.

He soon finds it and opens the door, then he shuts it with a bang when he is inside. I can hear him putting things against it to keep the things like me out of the room with him. I can smell that there are hungry moaning ones inside with him, but he's moving enough that I think he will find them before they can attack him. I hear him walk through the building, and I hear the sounds of the moaning ones die. Then I hear a new sound, it's a grinding sound like I heard last night, I don't know what it is but it's something grinding on metal, then he sets something down. Soon I start to smell… something. It doesn't smell like meat, but it does smell good, and I suddenly feel hungry. He must have opened one of the round things, though I'm not sure why now it's suddenly making a smell. I don't remember this ever happening before.

I decide to look around, maybe I will be lucky and find my own food. I find a lot of the round things, and a cold box inside a building, but this cold box is empty and smells stale. Everything is either smashed or rotten or has been taken, and I don't find anything that I can eat. My furry one whines at me, and I pet him, then move on to the next building. We go through several more buildings but still find nothing to eat and I finally go back to the red door and lie down.

He's quiet, I think he's sleeping, so I start to doze. He doesn't sleep for long, I can tell by the sounds I hear inside. He starts walking, back and forth, from the door to the back wall and back again, then finally I guess he gets tired and sits down again. I hear clicking, a lot of clicking, other sounds, don't know what he's doing but it certainly isn't sleeping. Why? You'll be tired again tomorrow. Still more clicking, then a few loud clicks and the sounds go quiet again. He stays quiet for a while more, then I start hearing him move. No steps, just moving. Is he sleeping? I can't tell. There's a thump, a few other sounds, then I hear his boots dragging across the floor, I don't know what's going on. Everything is quiet for a while again then I hear him panting, a loud sniffle, more panting. I wish I knew what to do, I wish there was even something I could do…

I think it bothers my furry one too, he starts whining and scratches at the door. Just lie down and sleep, he won't let us in. Curl up tighter, go back to sleep, sleep for a few hours, wake up again, listen to my human make sounds. Something is wrong, but I don't know what. He sounds like the crying ones almost except no sobbing. I sigh, stretch, curl back up, start to purr, end up falling asleep against the door.

I wake up when it's barely light out to sounds of movement inside the room and finally I'm just too curious. I have to see what's going on inside. I climb on the door and hang onto the window frame, at first I can't see my human, but then he moves where I can see him. He is wearing just his pants and a chain with two pieces of metal around his neck. He keeps doing whatever it is he's doing, I see him pick up one of the round things and a strange tool, then I hear a grinding sound and one of the ends comes off the round thing. So that's how those open. He turns it upside down over another thing—Bowl?—yes, that, the food falls, then he puts it on a flat thing with a tail that attaches it to the wall. Oh! I wonder…

I run off, he won't be leaving the room for a long while, long enough for me to go back and pull one of the round things out of his bag. I run back down the street the way we came and find his bag, look through it, find a round thing, don't know what's in it but it must be good, I don't know why else it would be in here. Pick it up in my mouth and carry it back, jump up on the door and drop the round thing through the window. My human jolts and spins to look, sees me hanging from the window and points his weapon before looking down and seeing the round thing. He still keeps his weapon pointed at me, but he must know I can't get in, or maybe he doesn't want to make the sound. Still, he moves over toward the door, rolls the round thing toward him with his foot, then picks it up and stares, first at it and then at me. He stands there for a long time looking at me—I wonder what he's thinking—he puts his weapon down then turns the round thing in his hands. He watches me, but now I'm focusing on the round thing—please open it—he moves it around, and I realize he's doing what I did the first time I found one. He wants to know if I know what it is.

I feel a jolt and look to see my furry one has jumped up beside me and is putting his nose through the window bars, just as my feet start to slip. There's a squealing sound as I try to hang on and my claws slide, and I finally just let go and drop off. I wonder, should I bring another? I decide I will, and I go back for more. I can still only carry one of the round things, but I still bring it and drop it through the window. I don't know what any of it is, but I know there has to be something to eat in them. I bring three more back, then when I come back with the fourth one I find the door open and I can smell something. I don't go in, don't want to die, I can see my human still has his weapon pointed toward the door, so I just put the round thing down on the floor and push it toward him. It rolls across the floor and stops when it hits his boot.

He turns and looks at me, he looks so confused, maybe he's never seen a thing like me before? I expect him to point his weapon again but he doesn't, then finally he just shakes his head and picks up the last round thing I brought back.

"Want this?"

His voice is still rough, but not like it was yesterday when he yelled at me. I'm not sure what he said but it sounded like he expects an answer. I just tilt my head a little but my furry one seems to know the words. He goes and sniffs the round thing, then he licks my human's hand and whines.

"Ok, but I'm no cook, so you two asked for this."

I still don't know what it means, but he picks up the tool again and puts it against the end of the round thing. That I know, he's going to open it. I turn around and go back again, This time I take hold of the bag—it's heavier than I thought—and start to drag it. It makes a bit of noise and I have to kill the moaning ones that come to see what's going on, but eventually I get it up over the hill and then it gets easier, just a few more—blocks?—until I'm at the door. I start to pull it inside but it gets stuck, then after a few more tugs it comes loose and I fall over, hope he didn't see that as I get back up. Too late, he saw it, but I don't mind so much, because when I look at him he's smiling.

"Shit, you're like what would happen if some weirdo had babies—kittens—kit-babies? With a cat."

He talks and I tilt my head—no idea what you're saying—the only word I know is 'shit.'

"Sh… Sh-i… Sh-i-it..?"

It's the only real word I've said in… well, ever, I think, I don't know, but he puts the round thing down and laughs.

"Yeah, shit," he grins.

Must mean something to him. I don't know what it means right now, I guess it means a lot of different things. I think it's when something goes wrong, but I guess it means something funny now? But I don't have any other words so I just watch as he picks up one of the round things I brought here and puts it in his bag.

"I can't carry this," he looks at me hard.

"Errk?"

"Nope," he says.

I don't know that word either. What is 'nope?' Oh well, I don't worry about it. He isn't pointing his weapon at me anymore so I don't care. I move a little closer but I see his hand move a little closer to his weapon—no, don't want to hurt or scare—so I stop.

"Guess you don't know too many words huh?"

I just tilt my head.

"Didn't think so. Alright, here you go. I suppose if you and your giant dog are going to follow me around I may as well feed you."

Dog? What is—Oh. My furry one, he is called a dog. I remember now, a little bit. Dog. Yes, that makes sense. I will remember that for later. I look and see he's placed two bowls on the floor, so I choose one and pick it up while he watches. I don't know what this stuff is, but it tastes good and there's enough that I won't be hungry for a while. He puts his shirt and other shirt back on while he waits for us to finish, then when both bowls are empty he picks them up and cleans them before putting them in his pockets, then he picks up the flat thing with the tail and puts it in another one. When he goes out the door I stay, I don't know if he wants me following too close or not.

"Well, come on!"

I don't know what he said, but my—Dog, he's called a dog—gets excited and follows, so I go with him too.