Post by danielbri on Nov 18, 2009 16:02:18 GMT -5
Fletch was hungry, he'd been here for a week and a half and already he had eaten the last of his provisions. He had pushed his few tins of beans he had left as far as he could, but they eventually ran out.
This city was weird, he hadn't seen a single person since the meeting he stumbled upon on his first night here. That evening was starting to seep back into memory, he remembered following the sound of howl to a mall, and a guy called Davis saying something about starting his own pack. Taking on the humans! He liked the sound of that, and so joined in with his crowd, even if he didn't fully understand their motives. He also remembered eating a cat and marking his territory on a lamppost.
He hasn't seen a single soul since then, he smelt a few peoples scents every now and again, and found a fresh pool of blood once but that was it. And it was starting to get to him, he was used to having a gang he could rely upon.
But right now he had the matter or starving to death to worry about, and thats why he was rooting around some shops he remembered seeing on his way into the city. So far he'd found a tin of beans and a few cans of red bull lying at the bottom of a freezer. He tore into the can with his knife the second he saw it, and it was one of the best things he had ever eaten, but then again anything would have been a meal fit for a king at that point.
He was busy tucking in to his latest meal. Enjoying the view from the window, he went to take another mouthful when something made him stop...he thought he'd heard something!
This city was weird, he hadn't seen a single person since the meeting he stumbled upon on his first night here. That evening was starting to seep back into memory, he remembered following the sound of howl to a mall, and a guy called Davis saying something about starting his own pack. Taking on the humans! He liked the sound of that, and so joined in with his crowd, even if he didn't fully understand their motives. He also remembered eating a cat and marking his territory on a lamppost.
He hasn't seen a single soul since then, he smelt a few peoples scents every now and again, and found a fresh pool of blood once but that was it. And it was starting to get to him, he was used to having a gang he could rely upon.
But right now he had the matter or starving to death to worry about, and thats why he was rooting around some shops he remembered seeing on his way into the city. So far he'd found a tin of beans and a few cans of red bull lying at the bottom of a freezer. He tore into the can with his knife the second he saw it, and it was one of the best things he had ever eaten, but then again anything would have been a meal fit for a king at that point.
He was busy tucking in to his latest meal. Enjoying the view from the window, he went to take another mouthful when something made him stop...he thought he'd heard something!