Short Story: The Boy

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The need to feed…Where Had I heard that before? Hmmm, a movie based on a video game I am sure. At this point, I have a need to eat. Hell, even Kujo who has been following me for days now is starting to look good. Mans best friend would make the ultimate sacrifice, dinner in my belly. Who am I kidding though, I would share what I have left on me with the dog if he came close enough. Hunger is hunger no matter the species and food is virtually non-existent. Unless you eat human. Which in no way are we even going there. Wearily I sigh and heave myself up. My short break is over and I need all the daylight I have left. Looking at the sky I have no idea how much is left. One more fail survival instincts I don’t have. The sky is gorgeous and blue with barely a hint of cloud.
Adjusting the backpack on my shoulders I start my way to Elroy's Feed and Seed. A few months past I had scouted this place to know it had nothing to offer in ways of food and most the items that had been stocked there had been wiped out. It held something much more precious now that I have had time to think about it. Farmers almanac's and planting seasons and magazines that were probably the last thing on anyones mind when shit hit the fan. I have no idea about planting anything, but what is in Elroy's may save lives. Just wish I would have thought about it before. I can hear them, even before I reach the front doors of the store. It has been tied closed at the metal bars used to push on to gain entry into the store. Whoever had done it has used some type of wire, already there was pounding and pushing at the doors. I reach into my backpack and take out the crowbar I have. My bright plan was to bust the glass and take care of business before the ones in there had a ...

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...o my surprise he starts shredding into the one I was fighting with and I am able to finish the last one off. “Good boy!” I shout at the dog and rush him, he backs away and I slow down, talking to him. He is listening I can tell. I am able to pet his head before he starts walking off and sniffing the others. Like he is doing dome sort of patrol of the area. All the while he is watching me to, I think I like the feeling.
I start gathering up the magazines I think I will need and leaving the extras behind, maybe someone else may come along and need them as well. I even leave a few seed packs. You never know who may come and stop by. I do share my food with Kujo after all and he seems to like me. I never did check out that other door into Elroy's, maybe one day I will. For now I start my way home with a backpack full of hope and one empty belly and a new furry friend.

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