Deserted Pt. 5
Deserted Pt. 5
Jonathan was running again, but this time something stopped him. Two miles out of town a sign stood beside the road. The next closest towns were at least fifty miles away. He couldn't make that. The desert would claim his life if he tried that. "Hmmm, that must mean that company is about ten miles away then" The thought crossed his mind. "Maybe that is why those people knew about it. Maybe I'm not the only person who has made it out alive." the hopeful thought was interrupted. There was a bit of a breeze that night and it was sandy. The pain from his right ear shot in to his head and he instantly covered his ear with his paws. He felt around with a claw to see what had happened from the gunshot. He couldn't use his paw pads because they were a bit big anymore. His hearing in that ear had been bad from the gunshot but now he noticed that it was quite a bit worse in general now. The claw found a hole towards the base of his ear. The bullet missed his skull by a miracle, there was barely a 1/16" gap between them, but now his ear was filling up with blood. He didn't know but figured that would be very very bad if it continued to fill. Some of the bedsheet was still attached to Jonathan from the awful burn ward costume, but it came in handy this time. The blood was soaked up and his hearing returned to what it was, which is ten times better than a person's hearing. He was also able to wrap up his ear a little bit so it could apply some pressure and not bleed everywhere. With the nearest town over fifty miles away, he couldn't just run away anymore. A new plan had to be devised, one that didn't involve running away from the problems. The sun was coming up and Jonathan was really tired because of the nights events and he didn't want to tire himself out again so he took off towards the house he was at the previous night. It was good enough for him to sleep in again, even though there were no bedsheets to sleep on, he figured his fur is enough of a barrier between him and the bed. He dropped to all fours and let loose. He didn't know exactly where the house was but he could see at night so he could see the area like daylight and it was a small town. About a mile around the town he spotted the house. He felt as free as a bird running full force. The wind going through his fur and the massive leap from his back legs, it was truly a new experience for him, it was a refreshing moment in the horror that had been his life lately. He showed up to the house and fell out in a fit of happy exhaustion. Breathing heavily there for about three minutes, he almost fell asleep on the desert floor. He got up on all fours, it was getting easier to get used to it, he walked up to the front door and walked in. Just as abandoned as before, it almost started to feel like home. He wandered around the house for a minute, and finally spotted what he was searching for. He hunkered down close to the floor, shook his tail a little and prepared his legs and lunged forward. Before the rat even realized a big cat was in the air towards him, Jonathan had his claws in the little rodent. It wasn't much but it is better than nothing. The rat tasted better this time now that he had time to eat it a little slower. He passed out on the bed again feeling happy.
Jonathan woke up with a hand gun being pushed into his muzzle and a swift kick to his side. "Get up" A deep voice from behind the gun grunted. "Get up now or you die, whatever the hell you are." Jonathan just lay there so freaked out but deep down, his blood was boiling and his adrenaline started to pump more than he could imagine. It was the hardest thing in his world to not move. He didn't know what would happen if he moved, he felt like he wasn't in control anymore, but where it was going was okay with him. "I said get up, NOW. I don't know who you are, let alone what you are, and you're in our house" "I'm pretty sure this house is abandoned" Jonathan muttered just before he used one paw to reach out and hit the guy's hand faster than he even knew he could. Before the guy knew what was happening, Jonathan had his claws sunk deep into his forearm. The man yelled and released the gun and Jon released his arm, then spun around on the bed and used his back legs to kick the guy straight back. The man was not ready for this at all and grunted as the force pushed him back. Three more people ran into the room to see what was going on because it all happened in about two seconds. "What happened?" Another man asked as he broke the door off the hinges and burst into the room. A girl screams and runs to the man's side. A third man walks in to the room and draws a gun on Jonathan. "What did you do?" The man with the gun yells. "Me, what did I do, I had a gun to my head, and he made the wrong decision."Jonathan felt a surge of power from the attack even though he had another gun pointing at me. "I would put that down if I were you, that's how that guy got that way." Jon points to the man on the floor. "Really? That's it, I'm tired of whatever the hell you are. You are too cocky and just took out our leader." This guy looked pretty serious. Jonathan had been moving his legs the whole time during the conversation to be underneath him. He lunged at the other man with the gun and tackled him to the ground and pinning him to the ground. The man wasn't expecting the speed that Jonathan had and could do nothing to stop him. The gun clattered to the floor. The man started to struggle but Jonathan just started to extend his claws and the man immediately stopped moving at all. "Okay, Okay just don't hurt me, I'll stop." Jonathan heard the man mutter from under his fur. Jonathan released him and stood up. He was well over a foot taller than any other person in the room. The three huddled together a couple of feet from the man writhing in pain in the corner. "I don't know what to say, four people in an abandoned house and two have guns, what do you want?" Jonathan growls out to the group. The feeling of power surges through him and now he wanted answers to why he almost died. "We just stay here every once in a while to hide out. We just got here and found you here. You weren't supposed to be here, we just wanted to scare you away." the woman cried out. "Well, I guess you better leave, and take him with you" He points to the man in a pile on the floor. "If you don't want any more issues, I would leave." "We'll leave now, but we aren't the only ones in our gang that come here." The man utters. "Looks like you'll have to tell them won't you" Jonathan growled out. The group got together, grabbed the man, and left slowly but never took their eyes off of the man-mutant that just ambushed four people.
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