New Sneak Peek of Post-Apocalyptic Writing Project
CW: danger, zombies, blood, animals in danger, guns . . . . . At around the middle hour, when the world outside was sleepy and far quieter now than either dog ever remembered, sudden clap-bangs echoed from just a few streets away. Benji’s and Indigo’s heads snapped up from their rest, hackles electrified. For several moments, the night fell silent once again. Benji nodded his tired head towards the back door, and together they exited slowly through the dog door into the brisk air outside. “Why are we out here?” Indigo asked, her thought-voice trailing into Benji’s head as the older dog aimed his age-greyed sniffer to the sky. “Let’s just… stay out here for now, by the trees.” His tail was unmoving, floppy ears perked to any movement and scampering sound around them. Indigo furrowed her tan brows, but nodded, following the elder. But after only a few moments of laying under the lemon tree, the dogs heard a soft, tapping, scurrying-like noise coming up from somewhere around the fr...