Snippet #1738685

Get out of here! We can make it fine without you…. OUT!

Big brother! Wait! Don’t go!

“Joseph!” The male awoke with a start, his body drenched in sweat and his chest heaving with heavy pants. Taking a moment to calculate where he was, the Barker sighed. It was his bunker… not the blood-coated street that had appeared in his dream.

Standing, the boy slid from the thin blanket that separated him from the chill of the fall air. “I need a heater…” He grumbled, pulling on a hefty hoodie. There was no need for a shirt under, there never was. “Or a fire place..” He said, smiling softly as he pulled on his boots. The night had once again brought nothing but nightmares and loss of sleep. He was already a light sleeper, ready to spring at any questionable sound, as he was trained.

Opening his bunker door, he gave a slow stretch, his body popping into place. He waved good morning to a group of Soldiers and began his walk towards the only thing his stomach cared about at the moment… Food.

It had been at least a few hours since he had returned to the Army Camp with the help of a stray. His ears perked to the sound of his leaders voice. Through bored eyes he quickly made his way towards his leader, scilently passing the others of his 'pack', his eyes kept toward the ground. Seeing the others in their forms he shrugged and shifted.

A moment later, after the sound of shifting bones quieted, there he stood, his sleek body now coated in a fine chocolate colored fur. Cropped ears twitched to every sound, and a curled tail was held high. As he approached the... rather large Cru, his tail drooped slightly. He would just pass the large male, letting him know he had returned to camp, all the hope in his eyes transfixed on the thought that he would be in some kind of trouble for not letting his superior know of his arrival the night before.