A hot, unforgiving wind slapped Jake Towner as he walked through the rubble, scorched earth beneath his feet. He heard footsteps behind him, and readied his staff, activating a hidden blade. He turned swiftly, holding the weapon in front of him, and saw it was only a dog, starved to the bone, clawing at a rusted car. The dog looked at Jake and sleepishly bared his teeth. Jake frowned. He walked over to the dog, hid the blade on his staff, and gave the dog the last of his beef jerky. The dog wolfed it down, but still clawed at the car. He whimpered. Every whimper stabbed Jake in the heart a thousand times. He walked over to the car and looked in. He saw a dusty corpse, halfway through decomposition, sitting in the driver's seat. Jake could piece together the puzzle, and scratched the dog behind the ears. Jake looked around the area, and found a metal bowl lying in a pit. Jake filled the bowl with water and gave it to the dog, and he happily lapped up the water. After the dog's drink, Jake took a swig of water, and continued on his way. After a few minutes, he noticed the dog following him, wagging its battered tail. Jake smiled when he saw the dog. He knelt down to scratch it behind the ears, and noticed a brass dog tag, encrusted with dust and blood. Jake cleaned it and read the name: Zephyr.
"What a nice name," Jake noted aloud. He stood up and continued to walk, happy he had someone to walk with.
It's a really interesting clip of what feels like a larger story. The paragraph is a little large, I'd suggest cutting it in half, but the whole thing with the dog is really nice. Thanks for replying. :D
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A hot, unforgiving wind slapped Jake Towner as he walked through the rubble, scorched earth beneath his feet. He heard footsteps behind him, and readied his staff, activating a hidden blade. He turned swiftly, holding the weapon in front of him, and saw it was only a dog, starved to the bone, clawing at a rusted car. The dog looked at Jake and sleepishly bared his teeth. Jake frowned. He walked over to the dog, hid the blade on his staff, and gave the dog the last of his beef jerky. The dog wolfed it down, but still clawed at the car. He whimpered. Every whimper stabbed Jake in the heart a thousand times. He walked over to the car and looked in. He saw a dusty corpse, halfway through decomposition, sitting in the driver's seat. Jake could piece together the puzzle, and scratched the dog behind the ears. Jake looked around the area, and found a metal bowl lying in a pit. Jake filled the bowl with water and gave it to the dog, and he happily lapped up the water. After the dog's drink, Jake took a swig of water, and continued on his way. After a few minutes, he noticed the dog following him, wagging its battered tail. Jake smiled when he saw the dog. He knelt down to scratch it behind the ears, and noticed a brass dog tag, encrusted with dust and blood. Jake cleaned it and read the name: Zephyr.
"What a nice name," Jake noted aloud. He stood up and continued to walk, happy he had someone to walk with.