False Securities | Silas & Ryan
The end of the world was both like nothing he had expected, and everything he had feared it would be. There was no rapture, none of the coming of Christ that he had heard about so often in Sunday scripture when he was younger. No hellfire, no light of the angels, and certainly no great flood, and we was grateful for all the lack. This was worse in ways though, even while it was better than others. While there were no floods, there was death, so, so much death, and the lack of hellfire made up for itself in the moaning, swaying, rotting bodies that roamed the earth, hungry for things he didn't want to give.
It hard started to rain outside, and while that was fine, Ryan didn't like the thought of having to fight off a walker in the rain. Fingers snapping, Fritz stayed close to his feet, wet nose pressing forward as he pushed at the door to the house, axe at the ready.
Everything was quiet though, the air still and dry, muted and grey inside the home. Holding the door open enough that they could creep inside, he twisted to the side out of habit as Fritz slipped past him, and shut it once more with a click behind them. No shuffling sounds, no groaning, and at his legs, the German Shepard was quiet, ears high and his tail low, showing no signs that anything was amiss.
Sighing, lowering the axe, Ryan scratched his fingers between those two ears, eyes dropping to the dog.
"Let's see if we can't find some higher ground in here to block ourselves in."
