Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀ Dᴏᴍɪɴɪᴄ ﹠ Jᴇsᴜs
The woods could be just as dangerous as the roads but he found it better, less chance of running into living people. Wasn’t that how this world was now? The dead may have outnumbered the living in great numbers but they weren’t as dangerous. Weren’t as selfish or cruel. Still, Dominic found it best to avoid both at all cost.
Crunching brush underfoot, he made his way through the thickest of trees only to skid to a halt. This was someone’s camp. Not really a long term one it seemed. Eyes scanned around warily, taking note of the promising looking backpack that was calling his name. His own pack was rather light. He’d give anything for the weight of some cans or something equally vital weighing him down. Empty stomach got the better of him, he hated to steal from a stranger who, for all he knew, could have gone through hell just to get what they’d earned. He’d take what he needed, he decided, something to fill his stomach and he wouldn’t be greedy. Just enough to stomach the hunger pains.
Dominic stepped forward, grabbing the bag and rushing to unzip, and shoving downwards to rummage through. Food. Food. Water. Something. Please. A small noise alerted him, head swiveled quickly and he found he wasn’t alone. The can of beans in his hand dropped to the ground and he moved on instinct. Shoulder kept low, Dominic chose fight over flight in that moment and drove into the man.
