Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-35692997-20180527091632

The world is devoid of any human sound, only leaves rustling and birds chirping. Of course, it was a sunny day, after the end of the human rule of the Earth. Just some people wander around the world, one of them being a woman, named Erin Calvin. She had been a squad leader. She knew the skills of how to make it through, she had one, embarassing secret though; she was afraid of dogs. When she saw one, she would cross to the other side of the road, why is this? She one time in her late teens got bit by a wolfdog, yeah, a dog/wolf hybrid. Still a dog.

She had survived 180 days since the "event". She had made herself welcome in a two story house, with the least amount of furniture ever. It had a small couch, a flatscreen-TV and then a closet. The second floor was an attic. Erin has never touched it. She then decided to hit the city, for food. She got her trusty sawed-off shotgun and got outside. She loved walking. She smelled the fresh air, then...She heard whispering from her back and tiny claws touching the cement. She turned to watch.

She saw something, that resembled a human, but it had canine features, its tongue was hanging out of its mouth. But it was long and thin. It was crawling in the floor. It had long, dirty hair. It also was slightly black and grey but mostly it was white. It walked like it had more than four limbs, but it moved faster than it looked like to move. Erin tried to shoot it, but didn't pull the trigger, because she remembered that shotguns were effective only at close range. The whispering came now from south and east.

Erin had to run, now. She ran, but heard the creature follow her closely. She got faster, but it didn't help. Erin had only one option, to find a safe place to be. She heard now the tapping of the cement from west from her. Then she heard whispering from north. She ran, until her leg got stuck in cement, the Canine crawled towards her, its eyes were large, but its pupils were so small, it looked psychotic. Erin saw it getting closer and closer, until she could see the blood and drool coming from its mouth. When it was just a few inches away from her face, Erin woke up.

She was panting harder than she had ever been. She couldn't do it anymore. She had the same nightmare every single week. She got to the garage, there she opened the gun cabinet and got a shotgun from there, she put the barrell in her mouth and pulled the trigger, the pain of the brain getting blown up lasted for a split second. She laid there, hoping the Canine would never get her, not even in the afterlife. 