The destruction noise was bigger than he expected; he didn’t think a destruction noise could take out a whole bridge.
That’s what the two walkers called them. Being the smartest dog in the pack wasn’t always easy. It’s hard to relate with others when you are the only one that gets it.
The other four walker in the pack showed smarts, but she was too wrapped up in listening to the two walkers. She could be a lot smarter if she’d found her own place in the pack. There was still too much dust in the air and it made him sneeze. With his ears still whining at him he walked the jagged edge and looked down into the water below; huge chunks of the bridge made the water un-swimmable. Besides it was a lot farther than he’d every jumped before. He had a rule: never fall farther than you can jump.
“Get back from there dog!” The beta male called from behind him. He growled at this and the two walker stopped, looking worried. The Nice Smelling Well Bred two leg walker called him Spot, and that was good enough for him. Turning back to the wreckage, he walked along the edge, he could find no good way across. Trotting back to the pack he stepped up next to the Nice Smelling Well Bred Two leg walker he’d heard was Shavian. She’ll make a good mate for him, even though she only had two legs. She rubs him well, he didn’t get any rubs when he was in the four legger packs and could get used to that. The beta male will have to look elsewhere for a mate, perhaps one that smells like jitters.
“Did you hear that? That little shit growled at he!” The beta male said.
“That’s because you keep yelling at him, Elliott,” Shavian said and rubbed him harder. Spot liked when she rubbed him hard.
“We already have a dog that we are going to have to feed, why do we need two?”
Spot let out a low growl and the other four walker, called Pat, didn’t object. Spot would be the Alpha here. The beta male threw up his hands and walked loudly for the van. “What the hell?” Shavian said.
The large one with the funny bark walked up drinking foul water from a bottle. “Ow, Lass, you’re going to have to forgive him, he’s just butt hurt over his plan taking an axe in the face.”
“Roger?”
“Aye?”
“Where did you get a beer?”
“Best thing about fat pants, fat pockets.” He emphasized the truth by taking a long draw from the beer and turning to walk away.
“Why in the hell should he be pissed? Wasn’t his plan to save all the beer and coffee?” Shavian snarked.
“Yeah, Lass, but I don’t think he was looking to get stuck here.”
The silent hunter walked up. “Sunset.”
Shavian stood up and stopped petting him: there was no reason to do that. He couldn’t smell any dead ones so he whimpered for more. “Yeah, Higgins is right, Spot, once it starts getting dark, the zombies will be coming. All the noise will attract them.”
Overhead the loud choppy birds circled while Shavian pointed a single finger at them and turned for the boxy car, wiping tears from her eyes. Spot made sure Pat was following and they walked after her.