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- mood β’ anxious | location β’ suburbs | tags β’ none
The large white dog lay curled up on the back porch of her house, her warm brown eyes gazing off into the distance, lost in thought. Winnie had been alone for some time now, her humans had not returned to fetch her, leaving her to guard the house now for many days. She had had to take finding food into her own hands, having to break into the kitchen cupboard in order to get to her kibble, likewise with her meat in the fridge, leaving scratch marks on the once smooth and elegant surfaces. Standing up, the fea walked toward the dog-door and squeezed through, heading down the hallway and toward the kitchen, passing by the familiar statues and furniture that decorated the huge building. Once she reached the clean white and black room, she nosed around her silver food and water bowl, huffing lightly when she realized that there was no longer any water, not even a puddle at the bottom of the deep dish. Frowning, Winnie looked around the kitchen, as though looking for water, though she knew that there wasn't any to be found, her water had slowly diminished over the days, and she had eaten all of the spare food she could find. Returning to the dog-door, she cast a look back at the interior of the house before pushing through the flap and trotting outside, down the porch and into the yard. Heading into the rose garden, carefully maneuvering her way through the thorny bushes, Winnie came to a hole in the tall white fence, a secret escape route that she had created a few years ago so that she could wander the streets when her humans were away. Laying down, she crawled through the small gap, wincing lightly when little bits of wood jabbed her in the back, though it only lasted a moment as she finally pulled her body out and then stood up again, shaking her thick pelt and casting an annoyed glance at the hole. Now standing in the alleyway between her and her neighbour's house, the fea trotted off in the opposite direction of the main street, instead heading toward the backroads. As she wandered away from her home, Winnie began to think about the events that had happened in the past days. I hope George, Melinda and the kids are safe. I'm sorry to leave, but I need to take care of myself now. As she came to the backroads, she noticed how much had changed; there was trash and rumble everywhere, it was as though the streets were void of life, well, a least of human life. Winnie could see squirrels in a tree nearby, and aside from the rather messy street, the trees and other plant life looked perfectly fine. Heading left, the white dog headed down the street in the direction of the railroad located far away at the end of the backroad, previous travels with her owners to the city gave her the knowledge that crossing the railroad tracks meant that she would be headed toward the city, a place where many people lived. Maybe my family is there? I hope they're safe.
