Walking Dead - The Boy in the Blue Hood.
Chapter 4
Thirteen Hours Later
Landon was now striding through the woods. King Slayer on his back, on top of King Slayer's sheath was a quiver full of arrows. In his hand was a the bow that he was using the day of the prison raid. He also wore the blue hood. Over which was now what appeared to be home made armor. It was a rough to say the least.
Landon was moving fast. Almost to fast to see through the thick tree line. That's what caught him off guard. Suddenly a twig snapped behind him. He span around fast. Drawing an arrow as he did so. Quickly he notched the arrow. By the time he was facing the person behind him, he was ready to loose the arrow.
He stopped. Instead of a person being behind him it was a dog. It had thick brown fur that looked rough and tangled. It had scars all over it. Probably been in a few fights. What got Landon how ever was it eyes. A bright ice blue. They were like twin daggers staring at him. Landon let out the breathe that he only just now realized he was holding. He slow unknotted the arrow from the bow. Sliding the arrow back in to the quiver. He reached his hand behind the chest piece. Make sure he had a firm grip on what he was holding. He pulled his hand back out.
It was in a clenched fist. He turned it so that the palm was facing up. He slow unclenched his fist. To revile a sliver of meat. The dog's eyes turned from him to the meat in his hand. Landon nodded and tossed the meat in to the air. The dog leaped in to the air. Catching the meat in the air. Swallowing whole. Then the dog looked at Landon. Who was in shock from what he just saw. He had expected the dog to stare at the meat, so he could carry on running. That went out the window however as soon as he saw the dog leap in to the air.
The dog now stared at Landon again. The two icey daggers baring in to him. Landon shook his head. "Fuck me." He said hissed. This was pissing him off. He was faced with an choose. Option one was kill the dog, and take its meat and fur for emergencies. He didn't like that option. It wasn't the killing that put him off it was the look the dog gave him. It was unnerving. Options two and three were the meat and run but actually run this time or lead it back to the prison. He doubted the dog would fall for the trick or that he could out run it. He also doubted that he could trust anyone back at the prison enough not to kill the dog for food. Most of his guys would do let alone the prison group. That left option four. Hope the dog follows and doesn't attack or let his position get discovered. "What do you think?" He hissed. The dog barked as an answer. Landon nodded at it. Then turned and carried on walking.
It didn't take long for the dog to follow him. It didn't come close to Landon, it neither was it too far away for Landon to forget it was there. To him it felt like he was prey, being hunted. He was quick to brush that off however. If the dog was going to attack it would have happened during the stare off.
Landon stopped once he came to a clearing. He began scanning the clearing, make sure he didn't miss anything. Once he was sure he stepped out in to it. The dog followed until it came to the edge of the clearing. It sniffed the air. Then began to slowly walk in to the clearing. Its head moving side to side. It sniffed the air again. Shook it head before running off in to the woods.
Landon looked toward the dog had ran off. He shook his head. He then went about getting his camp set up. It didn't take long, but the whole time it felt weird. Like he was being watched. He instinctively grabbed his bow and notched an arrow. He spun around as soon as he heard something approach.
A walker. It seemed to be dead for a while. It had a knife sticking in its chest. Landon let out a breathe as he let the arrow fly. The walker fell dead. He walked over to it. Pulling the knife out. That's when he noticed the paper attached to the knife.
A note. Landon slowly removed it from the knife and unfolded it. He read slowly. It was a simple note. All it read was the words. "Thank you." Landon smiled as he read it. This was something good that he could do. End the misery off those all ready dead.
The dog came stalking out of the brush, where it had been hiding. It sniffed the air. Huffed and laid down by the fire. Landon shook his head. Before he too walked over to the fire and sat down. "Tomorrow. I march on to Hell." He reassured him self. His eyes studied the dog. Before sighing. If it was going to kill him to would have done it. Then he laid down and went to sleep.
A/N: Sorry for the late chapter. I just have been really busy and haven't felt like writing. I hope this makes up for it. I doubt it but I hope.