"Should I write biggest loser in bright red on the cast?" Arryn teased, twirling the scarlet Sharpie between her fingertips.
"Only if I get to draw a mustache on your face in return." Lincoln snatched the sharpie out of her hand.
"Hey!" she exclaimed. Her attempts to steal the marker back were met with an iron grip.
"How about you write my hero in cursive with hearts all around it." They both tugged on the marker, neither giving up.
"Aren't you adorable." She rolled her eyes. The cap on the Sharpie popped off, sending the marker out of his hand and into hers. "Hmm let's see... how about this." She brought the marker's tip down on the fabric of his cast. Finishing, she pulled away with a smile.
"Freckles?" He laughed. "I thought you hated that nickname."
"But you love it, my knight in shining armor."
"More like your knight in a hospital gown."
"Heroes come in all sorts of... uniforms I suppose."
"I forgot to tell you, my mom said I'm not the only one here who was bitten by crazy animals. According to the rumors she's heard in the cafeteria, ten more people were bitten in the past two days or so."
Arryn's eyes widened. The article she read the previous night popped into her mind. "Did she hear how any of them were doing?" She drummed her fingers against the sides of her jeans.
"I think three of them went home. Minor bites and stuff. The others are still here to the best of my knowledge. Why do you ask?"
"Don't you think it's odd that so many people are getting bitten by rabid animals?"
"Are you still on that whole zombie dog theory?" Lincoln asked. "Arryn, it's rabies."
"What if it's a different kind of rabies?"
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Dog Days: Book OneHorror
On the day her life was supposed to begin, everything started to fall apart. Eighteen-year-old Arryn Lycaster just graduated high school. With aspirations of becoming a veterinarian and a supportive boyfriend, she's ready to take the next step forw...