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He had walked, and walked, and walked

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He had walked, and walked, and walked. He couldn't remember how far or for how long, but he could remember the numbness in his legs, or the softness of the dogs fur as she wiggled in his hands and tried to get away from him. He remembered the scorching hot sun that blazed overhead as he kept swaying from side to side.

And one moment it all stopped. He couldn't remember how he had fallen, or where. He couldn't even remember if it had hurt him. But he could remember the yelping of the dog as she fell on top of him.

Once he came to consciousness, William could only hear the singing of birds above him. The air was still slightly humid, but it wasn't as hot as it was before.
It didn't take him long to realise there was something cool pressed against his wound. The panting of the dog sounded beside him, but this wasn't the only thing he heard.

“It's alright doggy, he'll come soon.” a youthful voice cooed close by, giggling as the dog nuzzled the human.
William grunted through the sleepiness, trying to get his limbs moving to access the threat. The vulnerability made him anxious.

“Get away from them!” a male voice snapped, making the human being kneeling beside the dog take a sharp intake of breath.

“But-”

“Step away from the corpse darling.”

She whined under her breath, but she got up nevertheless.

“Look, I placed mud on the wound.”

“Of a dead person? Peach-”

“he isn't dead.”

“Only one way to find out.”

Will cracked his eyes open slowly, feeling an awful headache almost making him blind. He snapped his eyes shut as a tiny stone suddenly made contact with his temple, grunting at the uncomfortable pain that pierced his head.

“Well, he's not dead. We'll take the dog and leave him, he looks shady. And darling, we don't do shady anymore.”

“no.”

“listen to your elders, child.”

“I'll tell mom you've been drinking twice the amount of black coffee lately.”

“Thats not nice!”

“You're not nice.”

“Rude” the male huffed under his breath.

The footsteps grew nearer and Will tried to push himself up, but he was too sore all over. The coldness of the earth had made his back numb, he was vulnerable. His eyes fluttered open and he wanted to swipe at the man kneeling beside him.

He wanted to tell him to leave, to step back, to turn away and forget he even saw anyone.

He wanted to kill the man.

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