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victor's mind was racing as he slowly walked back, turning into a nervous wreck whenever he saw even a simple patrol car pass by or a sideways glance from a stranger. victor couldn't really blame the other furs for looking at him strange. he knows that if he was in someone else's shoes he would look at them the same way. his tail was almost constantly between his legs except for when it shot out when he jumped at a mere bird flying up or someone dribbling a basketball. he was sweating as if he had just got done running a mile straight under the Kalahari desert without any breaks or water. his ears were constantly folded except for when he, like his tail, got terrified over the smallest of things. then of course, there was his wound. the blood from the gunshot was starting to show and victor knew it so he picked up his pace. why the hell am i not going to a hospital? he thought as his heart stopped for a bunny to cross his past, darting to another bush. I'll be lucky if i don't end up getting PTSD from this he thought as he jumped once again from a dog barking, a Pomeranian to be exact. he tried to focus on anything else to get his mind sidetracked, like the slight scent of someone barbecuing, but every time he tried, his mind would somehow link it back the the incident. a paper bag reminded him of the wind, someone drilling nearby reminded him of that cursed gazebo, a bunch of kids playing with dart guns reminded him of the soldiers. one of the kid's mother called for him. his name was devyn. GOD DAMN IT!! HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO STUPID! victor silently cursed himself as he thought of the rabbit and the fact he ran like a coward without a thought of his friend. he could barely control his anger as he thought of his own idiocy at leaving him behind. frustrated, he picked up his pace again from strides to a jog. the pain from his shoulder increased, but at this point victor wanted to feel the pain so that he knew what had happened was no dream.

his jog turned into a full sprint when he saw his street that he lived on, but stopped as he saw his house on fire. the house had just started to collapse into itself as the flames looked like they were having a contest as to see who could reach higher until they fell back into the smoke a bit before trying again. the smoke looked like it was trying taunt victor, covering him as if to cover him but then retreating back to the fire like waves on a lonely, polluted shore. the breath was stolen from his lungs as tears slowly crept into his eyes. his knees went weak and then buckled as he held his face in his hands and let the tears out in a loud sob. his mind was as numb as the rest of his body including his gunshot wound. after another heaving sigh, he looked up again at the flames. everything. gone. everything gone. like the gazebo, like the townsfolk, like devyn. everything's gone. he thought as he looked down and sat down on the curb. "DAMN IT!!!" he yelled as loud as he could as he punched the ground and continued to cry. after a while he just sat and stared into space even when the fire trucks came and the chief asked if he was alright and if he was in the house when it caught fire. after a while the firefighter stopped trying and went to direct the other men. victor would have continued to simply stare but he felt something licking his arm. he jumped and turned his head quickly to look at the cause. it was a dog. it was hard for victor to tell what kind of dog as his fur was that matted and dirty, so because of that victor assumed it was a stray. victor tried to chase it off but because it was a big dog, it didn't do anything except sit down. victor gave up and stood up. "now what?" he mumbled to the dog. the stray just stood up and looked at him with his tongue hanging out. victor slowly walked back down the street with the dog following and all of his neighbors staring at him or the house which by now was almost completely put out.

after seeing his house, victor walked to the nearest hospital to get his wound fixed. the doctor, a borderland collie, asked him how he had gotten the wound so victor told him he was working on a project. the doctor didn't believe him and victor knew it but the doctor said nothing. the dog had his head rested in his lap. it was hard to get the dog inside since he was as filthy as he was but a cleaning lady offered to clean him up. when the dog came back he then found out he was a German shepherd and that he was a she. he was thinking of calling her jack but that name wouldn't fit her so he decided to name her Jackie. the doctor managed to get the bullet and he was going to simply throw it away after victor made the doctor promise to not call the cops but victor asked for it so he handed it to him because he didn't want to be caught with it. after leaving the hospital, he and Jackie decided to try and find a motel to sleep in for the night. they eventually found one that was furnished and allowed pets so victor paid with the rest of his money for two nights and went up to his room. when inside his apartment he found a bowl lying around and filled it with water for Jackie to drink. without having anymore thoughts, victor decided to call it a night and went to sleep, the nightmares coming almost instantly.