Last Days
The rustle came uncomfortably closer to the two. Weaponless, since he left the gun back in the abandoned hospital room, Gavin reached for a thick stick. The intruder was jumping out of the bushes as the stick rose into the air; though a blur of gray at first, the unknown being turned out to be a dog. Lowering the stick, Gavin stared in wonderment as the animal playfully yipped at him. The dog was black, but his stomach and chest was white. His front paws were white with black speckles. He gazed into Gavin's ice blue eye with his chocolate brown ones.
"Uh… hi there… you want this stick?" Gavin waved the stick in the air, gesturing to it. The dog went onto its hind legs only to plop back to all fours again. "Well… Go get it!" Throwing the dead tree limb, Gavin rushed to Emily's body. The dog ran to the thrown object, sniffed it, licked it, and then went back to his newly found friend. "Ugh… guess… I can't get rid of you… Let's see… an unusual name… I know, I'll call you Virgule!"
Virgule cocked his head to the side as if he was trying to comprehend his new name. "Do you like it?" The black dog barked and tried to lick Gavin's face only to see failure within his efforts. "Okay… now that that's settled, I need to think of what to do."
Gavin sat down with his legs crossed and rested his chin in the palm of his hand. Unexpectedly, Virgule snuck into Gavin's lap and looked up at him innocently. "Well aren't you a sight?" Virgule respondingly licked the air