As ou can plainly read this is the second installment of cat napped II. Since it is I think I might tell you about my last story Cat Napped I.
Peanut (a young pup from the Housepets comic) was the hero and protagonist from My first story, the plot was about the young pups mission to find his sister (grape) and her boyriend (maxwell). As he went on te pup suffered sadness, pain and injuries. Not to mention an insane maniac that was experimenting on pets aswell as people...
In the current story Paulo has faught to kinds of enimies... The possessed (Lucy), Zombies (those who suffer head wounds and then turn,
and abominations (those who are mutated by the unknown chemical). Paulo's body has taken a special liking to he cheical and has now been given the tool to both survive and end this virtually invisible world once and for all. On with the story
I dont own Housepets or BCB...
Paulo sat on the couch alone, his mask on and his axe sitting on the table infront of him. He was sitting forward looking at it, thinking about what had happened. He was alone in this crazy world with no one to talk to, no one to care for and no one to keep him sane.
He stood up and walked slowly past the table, picking up his axe and letting it fall into his harness. He walked behind the desk and picked up a road map reading it carefully... He was'nt far from home... maybe 5 hours away? He sighed, they had been going in the wrong direction this entire time. He pulled his mask to he side of his head, his cheeks were wet. He walked back to were it had happened,
back to were he had don 'it'.
He wrappd her in a sheet and put her in the truch, then took her bow and tied it sloppily around his axe. He picked up his rifle nd holstered it, his eyes were deep and lifeless. He backed out of the hotel and drove for about three hours before stopping infront of a large beutiful lake. "this is were ill do it', he said to himself. He looked over and saw a shovel under neath an ok tree, he gripped it in his acheing hands and began digging. When he felt that it was good enough he laid her in the hole, tears running down his face. They fell on her chest, ocassinally landing on her wound and in her mouth. He burried her there, next to the lake and under the oak tree. He took his axe and cut off a limb, creating a cross and taking the bow off his axe and tieing it around the cross. He wished he could kiss her one more time, but he couldent.
He got in the truck and drove away, leaving part of his soul behind with her. He was going home, as long as he lived no more of his friends will die. He shifted gears, grinding the gears and killing the motor. The breaks cut out and he could do nothing bt steer, when the truck slowed down enough he got out of the truck and walked beside it, pulling out his rifle in the process and then stopping. He took aim and shot the truck right in the gas tank, the large vehicle went up in flames.
He felt hollow and empty, he wasnt in the mood to be fucking around with useless things. He walked away back towards his home... what would have taken hours would not take 6 or 7.
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He walked into the town, his mouth opened and his eyes widened. Everything was destoryed, a thick black cloud was above the town and everyone w as dead... eaten or split in two and right there in the center of it all... was a man standing with his armes crossed, a broken mask tied around his head with a ragged bloody blue cloth. Two machettes sheathed on his side. He was looking right at the orange symolli, he drew both machettes. "Big Mistake", paulo said allowed. Paulo pulled his rifle and axe. Laying his axe across his bicep and forming a cross. "Get ready, im not in the mood to take survivors" said paulo. His eyes thinning, His mask suck to his face with sweat and tears.
The two rushed forward swinging there weapons, one machette caught on Paulo's rifl and the other stopped by the axe. Paulo kicked back the masked figure and swung. Splat!
paulo dropped his axe, or more he couldent hold onto it. His axe hit the ground, his fingers landing ll around it. The masked figure leaned forward, attempting to stap paulo.
In return paulo pressed the rifle against the head of his enemmy and kicked in his knee. The masked figre fell, his machette inches from paulos heart. Paulo pulled the trigger, and the masked figure flew back and hit the ground, a chunk missing from his mask. Paulo lowered his gun smiling under his mask and turned his fingers regenerating in a second.
Seconds later a machette peirced his back, he turned to see the figure standing. Paulo ripped the thrown machette out and weilded it as his own, he rushed forward wondering how he was gunna finish this guy off.
the man swung 5 times in the blink of an eye, paulo falling in return to the ground. Paulos arm fell next to his leg and his stomach dropped from his body,
He couldent breath, his neck was slit and he coulden moved his leg. and to top it off he couldent see from his left eye. Five major blows in a few seconds, Paulo fell on his face his legs levaling as he laid flat. Paulo closed his eyes wishing for some help, He inhaled quickly and rolled over. a machette stabbing into the ground, Paulo growled slowly standing up off the ground. His locks hanging over his mask. He stomped on the handle of his axe, flipping it up into his hands. Blood running up his body and into his wounds,
He swung his axe single handed and caught his opponet in the side of the head, a deep cut being made in the front of his mask. Paulo swung down and split him from his shoulder to his stomach, then spinning and swinging up cetching his opponet in his chin. A perfect cross being formed. Paulo swung once more cutting his opponets waist, the masked man's top half fell as his lower have stayed put.
Paulo stayed put for a few seconds before pickig up his enmies top half and ripping off his mask. Just in time as his enemy began regenerating, even with regeneration his enemy was still busted up and could barley move. Paulo talked slow "Well, its nice to know your no as much of a pansy as I remeber". Paulo reached up and grabbed His mask. "So were's the rest of the gang at?" Paulo questioned. The Greay cat yelled, "Who the hell are you!" Paulo pulled his mask off and stared Mike right in the eye,
"Its me man, Its Paulo."
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