Re: HousepetZ: Survivor Tails
Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2022 9:59 am
HousepetZ: Disastrous Transports
Chapter 6: Out Of One Nightmare…
Dallas lets out a small yawn and blinks the sleep out of his eyes. He pulls himself upright, weary muscles crying out for just a bit more time to lie down, but it is time for him to wake from his cat-nap. Though it hasn’t been a proper sleep, it’s just enough to refresh him, and he had gotten a nice dream as a bonus. Looking around, he knows what occurred earlier hadn’t been a dream.
He’s in a medical tent of sorts. A nearby medical officer, dressed in a HAZMAT suit hears Dallas wake up and glances up from his clipboard at the dog.
“Well, good morning there, Dallas,” The officer says, approaching Dallas. “Did you have a good nap?”
Dallas nods as he grabs the cup of water from the officer and takes a small sip.
“You can thank your friend over there for saving you earlier. Without him, I doubt you’d even be here.” Across from where Dallas and the officer are, slouched in a chair and napping away the hours, is Dakota. He slowly wakes after hearing his name mentioned.
“How are you doing, kid?” He asks.
“Better, but still a bit shaken up,” Dallas answered, taking another sip of the water.
“Well, you did have a close encounter with death, so being shaken up is not unusual,” the HAZMAT officer said as he helped Dallas off the bed. “Thankfully, neither you nor Dakota here were bitten, so whenever you two want, you’re free to leave the area. Though, I do recommend at least heading to the tent over there and getting something to eat.” He points at the tent across the way. “It ain’t the best food, but at least it’ll be something in you.”
Both Dallas and Dakota nodded and thanked the HAZMAT officer for the help, then exited the tent.
While they walk, Dallas looks up at Dakota and thanks him for saving him.
Dakota smiles, ruffling Dallas’ head. “Like I told Hagus, I wasn’t going to let you become zombie chow.”
Once inside the tent, which was filled with other survivors from the attack, Dallas and Dakota get in line for food.
“Looks better than what they served us when I went to Elementary School,” Dakota quietly jokes to Dallas as the food is placed on their trays. Dakota chuckles as he and Dallas look around for a place to sit, then spot Misty waving them over.
“How are you feeling, Dallas? We were worried about you!” The Mayor says as Dallas and Dakota take a seat at their table.
“Shaken, but I’ll survive,” Dallas replies. “If it wasn’t for Dakota, I don’t think I’d even be here now.” The Mayor smiles and thanks Dakota for rescuing Dallas.
Monte appears with a soda bottle, and hands it to Dallas. “I think you deserve this more than I do.” Dallas smiles and accepts the soda.
The rest of their meal consists of them chatting about the events that have just occurred, each one speculating as to what exactly caused this new zombie outbreak. Theories range from a bioterrorist attack, to the act of a resentful Celestial, to even something natural, all of which they agree are good theories, but with no concrete evidence, those theories are just that; simple theories.
As they continue to talk, a K9 Officer approaches the table. “I’m sorry to interrupt your conversation,” The K9 says. “But, if you folks are done with your meals, we need you to come outside with me.”
The group is puzzled by the K9’s request, though the officer assures them that it isn’t anything serious, and that they’re not being detained or anything, they just need to be checked over by someone else before being allowed to leave.
“But I was always already checked by that officer in that tent over there,” Dallas says.
“True, but these guys are from the C.D.C. and they want to be doubly sure you weren’t infected in any way and they want to be sure this isn’t linked to the Osiris Virus from years ago.” He answers, before leaning in to say quietly to the group, “It’s a Celestial named Sekhmet checking you folks over. She helped develop the cure for Babylon Gardens when they had that huge ultra-virus epidemic a few years ago, so you’re in safe hands.”
“Oh, her! OK, I know who you are talking about. Yes, she’s trustworthy,” the Mayor replied. Although the others, especially Dallas, are still just a bit hesitant, they agree to be checked out and follow the K9 and the Mayor to the waiting C.D.C. vehicles.
Three C.D.C. vans are parked outside, all wide-open and ready to check over the survivors and administer any aid they require. A few members dressed in HAZMAT gear and carrying special cases are lead into the airport in an effort to find more survivors, in case there are any still inside.
The Mayor and others approach the closest van, where a one-armed wolf checks over a mother and child.
“There you go! You’re all cleared,” The wolf says to the child, who gives him a hug before hopping into her mother’s arms.
The Mayor smiles at the interaction. “That was adorable, sir. Looks like you have a way with kids.”
“Thanks, and it’s Jack, sir,” the wolf replies, while checking the Mayor over. “And, yeah, I’ve always had a unique connection with kids. Probably because I grew up surrounded by my pack for so long. And there we go, you're cleared.”
Up next is Misty, followed by Monte, Dakota, and lastly Dallas, who Jack checks over a bit more thoroughly, just to be absolutely sure he hadn't been infected. Thankfully, he hasn’t. Jack pats him on the back, informing him he was cleared to go, and Dallas walks back over to where the others are, relieved that he isn’t infected.
“Say, Dallas?” Misty asks. “New Rhodia City’s just a few miles away and me, Monte, and Dakota are thinking about getting a hotel there, since we’re allowed to leave. Want to join us?”
“What about the Mayor?” He asks.
“I’d love to come, but I gotta stay here and give a speech….again,” The Mayor replies, sounding just a bit annoyed about having to give another long-winded speech about zombies. “You four go ahead. And Dallas?” Dallas looks at the Mayor as he crouches down to his level. “You were very brave today. Whenever you get back to Babylon Gardens, come to my office. I have something I’d like to give you, OK?”
Though he doesn’t want to leave his new friend, Dallas smiles and nods, agreeing to do just that whenever he finally gets home. With one last hug, Dallas, Dakota, Misty, and Monte depart the camp and get into a car provided to them by a K9 Officer.
Once in the car, with Misty driving, the four leave the camp and head up the road to New Rhodia City, and hopefully, away from this nightmare for good.
To Be Continued in…HOUSEPETZ: RESIDENCES OF EVIL
Chapter 6: Out Of One Nightmare…
Dallas lets out a small yawn and blinks the sleep out of his eyes. He pulls himself upright, weary muscles crying out for just a bit more time to lie down, but it is time for him to wake from his cat-nap. Though it hasn’t been a proper sleep, it’s just enough to refresh him, and he had gotten a nice dream as a bonus. Looking around, he knows what occurred earlier hadn’t been a dream.
He’s in a medical tent of sorts. A nearby medical officer, dressed in a HAZMAT suit hears Dallas wake up and glances up from his clipboard at the dog.
“Well, good morning there, Dallas,” The officer says, approaching Dallas. “Did you have a good nap?”
Dallas nods as he grabs the cup of water from the officer and takes a small sip.
“You can thank your friend over there for saving you earlier. Without him, I doubt you’d even be here.” Across from where Dallas and the officer are, slouched in a chair and napping away the hours, is Dakota. He slowly wakes after hearing his name mentioned.
“How are you doing, kid?” He asks.
“Better, but still a bit shaken up,” Dallas answered, taking another sip of the water.
“Well, you did have a close encounter with death, so being shaken up is not unusual,” the HAZMAT officer said as he helped Dallas off the bed. “Thankfully, neither you nor Dakota here were bitten, so whenever you two want, you’re free to leave the area. Though, I do recommend at least heading to the tent over there and getting something to eat.” He points at the tent across the way. “It ain’t the best food, but at least it’ll be something in you.”
Both Dallas and Dakota nodded and thanked the HAZMAT officer for the help, then exited the tent.
While they walk, Dallas looks up at Dakota and thanks him for saving him.
Dakota smiles, ruffling Dallas’ head. “Like I told Hagus, I wasn’t going to let you become zombie chow.”
Once inside the tent, which was filled with other survivors from the attack, Dallas and Dakota get in line for food.
“Looks better than what they served us when I went to Elementary School,” Dakota quietly jokes to Dallas as the food is placed on their trays. Dakota chuckles as he and Dallas look around for a place to sit, then spot Misty waving them over.
“How are you feeling, Dallas? We were worried about you!” The Mayor says as Dallas and Dakota take a seat at their table.
“Shaken, but I’ll survive,” Dallas replies. “If it wasn’t for Dakota, I don’t think I’d even be here now.” The Mayor smiles and thanks Dakota for rescuing Dallas.
Monte appears with a soda bottle, and hands it to Dallas. “I think you deserve this more than I do.” Dallas smiles and accepts the soda.
The rest of their meal consists of them chatting about the events that have just occurred, each one speculating as to what exactly caused this new zombie outbreak. Theories range from a bioterrorist attack, to the act of a resentful Celestial, to even something natural, all of which they agree are good theories, but with no concrete evidence, those theories are just that; simple theories.
As they continue to talk, a K9 Officer approaches the table. “I’m sorry to interrupt your conversation,” The K9 says. “But, if you folks are done with your meals, we need you to come outside with me.”
The group is puzzled by the K9’s request, though the officer assures them that it isn’t anything serious, and that they’re not being detained or anything, they just need to be checked over by someone else before being allowed to leave.
“But I was always already checked by that officer in that tent over there,” Dallas says.
“True, but these guys are from the C.D.C. and they want to be doubly sure you weren’t infected in any way and they want to be sure this isn’t linked to the Osiris Virus from years ago.” He answers, before leaning in to say quietly to the group, “It’s a Celestial named Sekhmet checking you folks over. She helped develop the cure for Babylon Gardens when they had that huge ultra-virus epidemic a few years ago, so you’re in safe hands.”
“Oh, her! OK, I know who you are talking about. Yes, she’s trustworthy,” the Mayor replied. Although the others, especially Dallas, are still just a bit hesitant, they agree to be checked out and follow the K9 and the Mayor to the waiting C.D.C. vehicles.
Three C.D.C. vans are parked outside, all wide-open and ready to check over the survivors and administer any aid they require. A few members dressed in HAZMAT gear and carrying special cases are lead into the airport in an effort to find more survivors, in case there are any still inside.
The Mayor and others approach the closest van, where a one-armed wolf checks over a mother and child.
“There you go! You’re all cleared,” The wolf says to the child, who gives him a hug before hopping into her mother’s arms.
The Mayor smiles at the interaction. “That was adorable, sir. Looks like you have a way with kids.”
“Thanks, and it’s Jack, sir,” the wolf replies, while checking the Mayor over. “And, yeah, I’ve always had a unique connection with kids. Probably because I grew up surrounded by my pack for so long. And there we go, you're cleared.”
Up next is Misty, followed by Monte, Dakota, and lastly Dallas, who Jack checks over a bit more thoroughly, just to be absolutely sure he hadn't been infected. Thankfully, he hasn’t. Jack pats him on the back, informing him he was cleared to go, and Dallas walks back over to where the others are, relieved that he isn’t infected.
“Say, Dallas?” Misty asks. “New Rhodia City’s just a few miles away and me, Monte, and Dakota are thinking about getting a hotel there, since we’re allowed to leave. Want to join us?”
“What about the Mayor?” He asks.
“I’d love to come, but I gotta stay here and give a speech….again,” The Mayor replies, sounding just a bit annoyed about having to give another long-winded speech about zombies. “You four go ahead. And Dallas?” Dallas looks at the Mayor as he crouches down to his level. “You were very brave today. Whenever you get back to Babylon Gardens, come to my office. I have something I’d like to give you, OK?”
Though he doesn’t want to leave his new friend, Dallas smiles and nods, agreeing to do just that whenever he finally gets home. With one last hug, Dallas, Dakota, Misty, and Monte depart the camp and get into a car provided to them by a K9 Officer.
Once in the car, with Misty driving, the four leave the camp and head up the road to New Rhodia City, and hopefully, away from this nightmare for good.
To Be Continued in…HOUSEPETZ: RESIDENCES OF EVIL