Vlad! Set Sept 8th-ish. Downtown Halifax around 9pm, optime form. The entire idea of what Thorn finds is Jess' fault.
The sun was just starting to set on the huge sprawling city. Thorn was going to spend another night in the city and not in his home but that was okay if it meant a few more pieces of equipment for the brewery back home. His messenger bag contained some more tubing and little utensils found here and there. His ability to read (and read english at that) wasn't great but he had found mention of a brewery within the confines of the city. He didn't know it was too far away to visit today thankfully because even if he knew that fact it would spur him on to keep going. As it was he had to rest a few times as his knee ached.
The smile on his white muzzle remained despite the dull ache, and he pushed open the door with his foot and marvelled at the sight inside. Before the virus spread, this building had been an animal containment building of some sort, something Thorn believed had been a pet store. He stepped inside as the setting sun shone in the broken windows. The cages inside all hung open and tiny dishes lay on rusted floors. Thorn slowly walked around admiring the broken down shelving and broken aquariums. A few of the cages had been torn apart and a tiny shred of sadness trickled into his heart.
Walking past what had been a rabbit cage a long time ago Thorn turned to see broken, crumbling shelving and it's dusty but mostly intact contents lying on the floor. The black and white male crouched down to pick up a yellow rubber and plastic toy shaped like a cartoon bone. Sniffing it and tipping his head he squeezed it and heard the barely audible squeak inside. Thorn's eyes widened as did the smile on his face. Brilliant. Squeaking a few more times he gathered five up and put them in his bag along with far less interesting hard rubber balls. He had heard rumours that puppies were on their way and nothing helped a puppy with his hunting when the parents couldn't monitor like an inanimate object. The sounds of occasional squeaking as Thorn squeezed harder and harder echoed down the overgrown street.
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