Chapter 2

Someone else lives:

Dust froze, his eyes locked on the blazing red eyes of the devil dog even as he wanted to turn to the sound of the voice. It was the first sound other than his own that he'd heard in over a year. Afraid he was dreaming, he stood ready, the bloody pipe in his hands in front of him.

The beast took another step and snarled. White foam dripped from its mouth and its yellow teeth snapped as it moved through the doorway. Dust knew it was about to attack. The sound of the voice yelling for him to move echoed through the air at the same time as a thin shaft flew past his right shoulder.

He jumped to the side, sliding under a table that was bolted to the floor. His back hit the wall and he jerked his legs out of the way as the thick, black body of the beast slid across the few feet of cleared space on the dirty tile. He stared in shock at the two thick shafts of wood sticking out of its throat and upper chest. The beast's red eyes were blank and its jaw hung open as it pulled in its last breath of air. 

Dust slowly scooted out from under the table, keeping his eyes on the creature just in case. He was rising to his feet when a movement behind the counter caught his attention. Turning, he held the dark gray pipe out in front of him. Two figures, one slightly taller than the other rose from behind an old display. Swallowing, Dust stared at the two dirty faces looking back at him with a combination of curiosity and fear. It took a moment for him to realize that the tall figure was pointing one of the long arrows at him.

Dust waited, staring at the girl. He saw her swallow, but she didn't lower the bow in her hands. The small boy next to her scooted slightly behind her when Dust glanced at him. His gaze returned to the girl's face. He curled his fingers into a tight fist as a wave of dizziness washed through him. The hunger was beginning to become unbearable. He needed something to eat.

"Who are you?" Dust asked in a rusty voice, his eyes locked on the face of the young girl close to his own age.

Dust waited, staring at the girl. He saw her swallow again. She still didn't lower the bow in her hands, even though he had dropped the pipe to his side. The small boy next to her stared back at Dust with a wide-eyed, curious expression. He kept his gaze fixed on the girl's face.

A wave of dizziness washed through him as the silence grew. He curled his fingers into two tight fists, trying desperately to push it away. The hunger was beginning to become unbearable. He needed something to eat - soon.

"Who are you?" The girl suddenly demanded, staring at him through narrow eyes.

Dust flexed the fingers of his right hand, trying to stay focused. "Dust," he said in a low, hoarse voice.

"Sammy, he don't look so good," the boy whispered, tugging on her shirt.

"What's wrong with you?" Sammy asked in a tight voice.

"Food," Dust whispered, uncurling the fingers of his left hand and letting the pipe drop to the floor with a loud thump. He felt his legs begin to shake so much that he couldn't hold himself up. "I need food."

The girl lowered the bow when his knees gave out on him and he sank to the floor. His head fell forward and he drew in a deep breath before gagging when the stench of the dead devil dog poured through his nose. Shaking his head, he closed his eyes and shakily lifted his arm to cover his nose.

"We need to get out of here," the girl said in a soft voice, stepping around the edge of the display case. "Todd, get me one of the bars."

"But, Sammy," Todd protested. "We don't have but three left."

Sammy frowned at the small boy that appeared to be around seven years old. "Now we have two," she stated, holding out her hand. "Get me one of them."

Dust didn't bother opening his eyes. He was afraid if he did that the two of them would disappear. Instead, he rested his cheek against his bent arm.

"Here," Sammy said. "Eat this, but do it slow so you don't get sick."

Dust lifted his head and opened his eyes. Sammy was holding out a small fruit bar. His mouth watered and he reached shakily for it. Their fingers touched for a brief moment and he almost jerked back. He could tell she was just as surprised as he was at the contact. Taking the small bar of food from her hand, he nodded his thanks before lifting it to his mouth and taking a bite.

All too soon, it was gone. His eyes closed again for a moment as he felt a surge of energy. It wouldn't last long, but it was enough to keep him going. His eyes popped open when he felt the tentative touch on his arm again.

"We really need to get going," Sammy said, rising to her feet and holding her hand out. "I don't know how many more of those creatures there are. I counted four earlier."

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Dust nodded, reaching up and gripping her hand. He rose clumsily to his feet before bending down and picking up the bloody metal pipe. Testing it, he glanced at Sammy and Todd.

"I killed two of them. This makes three," he muttered, staring out the doorway. "I need more food."

"There's a small grocery store at the end of the street," Sammy said, uneasily. "That's where we were headed when we saw those things and hid in here. It's just a few doors down."

Dust lifted his arm, stopping Sammy when she started to walk around him. His gaze flickered from her to Todd and back again. If there was still another one of those creatures out there, he would go first.

"I'll go first, you follow," he said in a rough voice. "Keep the kid between us."

"I know how to take care of us," Sammy muttered, glancing at Todd. "Hand me the backpack, Todd."

"I've got it, Sammy," Todd mumbled. "You need your hands free."

Dust felt a tug of emotion when Sammy smiled tenderly down at the boy. For a moment, he felt a wave of envy. There were times in the past year that he would have given anything to have someone to talk to. He drew in a deep breath, now wasn't the time to think of the past. He needed to find more food before the little bit of strength he had deserted him.

Grabbing a hold of the door frame, he glanced outside. His gaze carefully moved down along the street both ways before he paused on the building across from him. If there had only been four, then they should be okay. He glanced over his shoulder and jerked his head to Sammy and Todd. Stepping outside, he walked slowly down the sidewalk along the buildings, pausing every once in a while to search the shadows.

A sigh of relief poured through Dust when he saw the sign for the small grocery store hanging at an odd angle. He really hoped there was still some food inside it. His steps increased as they drew nearer. He was passing a small barber shop when a movement inside caught his attention. The shadowy form exploded through the plate glass window just as he turned.

The devil dog's snapping jaws barely missed his throat as it hit him in the chest. The only thing that saved him was the metal pipe he had raised and gripped between both of his hands. A grunt of pain escaped him when the creature's sharp claws sliced through his thin shirt and across his chest. Twisting, he tripped on the edge of the curb and landed heavily on his back in the road.

Dust jerked his head back when the beast lunged again for his neck. His arms strained to keep it far enough back, but its front and back legs were cutting through his clothing. A hoarse yell escaped him when the beast suddenly yelped and rolled away from him. He turned onto his side, staring at it as it wobbled for a moment before it turned and half ran, half limped away, the shaft of one of Sammy's arrows sticking out of its front shoulder.

"You're bleeding," Sammy said, kneeling down beside him. "Did it bite you?"

Dust shook his head and grimaced as the pain from the numerous cuts flashed through him. "No, just scratches," he muttered, leading on the pipe as Sammy slid her arm around his waist. "Guess there were more than four."

"I'll lead," she said, turning to Todd. "You help him."

Todd just nodded. His eyes were wide with fear. He stepped forward and stood next to Dust.

"What if there's more?" Todd whispered, glancing back at where the devil dog had disappeared between two buildings.

"Then we'll deal with them," Sammy said, fitting her last arrow into the bow. "I need to either get the arrows I used or find more."

"I need food first," Dust muttered, beginning to droop again. "Food, then we'll look."

"Hopefully there are some medical supplies there as well," Sammy said with a worried glance at the blood coating the front of Dust's shredded shirt. "Let's go."

Dust just nodded. Once he had food in his system, it wouldn't take long for his skin to heal. It was one of the things he had learned after he had awoken from the change. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he leaned against Todd so he wouldn't fall flat on his face again. They stepped back up onto the sidewalk and continued the few feet to the entrance to the store.

The large front window and the glass in the front doors were shattered. Sammy lowered her bow and peered through the opening before reaching over and tugging the door open. The loud screeching sound of metal hitting the glass as it pushed against the concrete drew a wince from all of them. Sammy glanced back at Todd and Dust before squaring her shoulders and stepping through into the dark interior.