A little Scribbling about housepets...sort of?

Well folks if you read my last post, you would know that things have been real tight time wise. In fact I'm going in tomorrow for some more work. I was however able to eek out a little scribblin' for this Sunday. I like it, it is real fun. As always, enjoy the read and leave a comment below if you please.

He had detested him for as far back as he could remember, and with what he thought was good reason. This man, John Wankell, would go around the town at night and steal dogs and cats to butcher. Unfortunately, there was never any proof just Ricky’s word against his, and John being the adult he got the benefit of the doubt. He tried not to be any where near him and would often go blocks out of his way to avoid John’s house. But today he was in a hurry to get to the baseball game, so he went the quick route right down his street. He had heard the term, ‘All Hell break loose’, but until this day he could have never imagined it being so literal. There was a reddish tornado standing in John’s front yard, and coming out of it were zombified housepets. He pulled himself out of his shocked state and began to turn around to look for help. Right behind him was John; with what he was sure was a mirror image of the shock on his own face.

“I didn’t think they would do this, they just asked for the pets as payment for me living in the house.” He stuttered out, “You have to believe me and you have to help me!”

Life sometimes makes strange bed-fellows he thought as he threw down his bike and reached for the bat. Mrs. Gadson’s cat, that he noticed missing three weeks ago, was the first to get its head lobbed off, followed by Davey’s ol’ hound Spot that everyone thought got lost in the woods. His stomach was barely able to keep its morning contents as they approached the windstorm. Being disgusted by flying bits of trusty companions would have to wait, him and John Wankell were about to go into the middle of hellspawn to save their neighborhood.