“Maybe they left already, seeing the newspaper this morning?” Nat supplied. The more they considered the people leaving, the less they had to contemplate humans turning into dogs. That’s all there was to it. The people had fled. His parents had finally abandoned him. Left him to his own devices.
Benj shook his head. “There’s no tracks. Just look,” he pointed to the street. There were no car tracks to show a mass migration out of the city. The only thing they saw were animal tracks. Bird prints, cat prints…dog prints. Nat knelt down to inspect a particularly large pair of canine prints. An acidic stench wafted from the prints. Nat left the prints quickly, finding the smell repulsive. He caught up to the group as they rounded the corner, approaching Yeller’s house.
Yeller met them at the door, his originally brown eyes a dusky green blue. His green and black striped hair was damp from perspiration. He appeared on the verge of collapse. Nat caught his bulk, easing him to the threshold. “An bhfuil tú ceart go leor?”
“Tá mé tuirseach,” the emo Viking look-alike tried to wave Nat off.
“Like hell you are,” grumbled Nat as he moved his friend to the couch. Benj, Deck, and Sun Hee pushed their way through to try and help Nat with Yeller.
“Póg ma thoin,” Yeller spat back.
“Don’t tempt me,” Nat growled.
“What’d he say? Is he okay?” Deck asked.
“Yeah,” Nat shrugged as he dodged into the open floor plan kitchen. He found a washcloth in a drawer and drained the last of the water from the tap and came back around to lay it on Yeller’s forehead.
RT @ThorntonGibsonK: I can’t wait to read what happens next in The Kavordian Library! – #scifi, #fantasy, #webseries #booksTweet