[ Okay, thank you! ^.^ ]
Nico padded along the edge of what the pack of dogs called "Camp" at least for now until the walkers forced them off into further land. Many questions floated in his clever brain, but for some reason he just couldn't seem to lay an answer for this problem. So many questions, so much confusion, so much science. The masculine pondered between the trees and greens of the woods. The sun beamed through the leaves of the trees, laying dapples across his fawn pelt and green foliage of the Earth. Birds chirped then became quiet, always meaning a bad sign of danger coming. His ears stood erect, almost waiting to flinch for a walker to stumble out of the thorns. Instead a squirrel scrambles out of bushes. Nico had a perfect chance to catch the squirrel and use it as food but some guilt rose in his stomach. He knew there were plenty of squirrels in the world to repopulate but he felt a need to let this certain rodent live free with no worries. Just like him and his pack should be living. A normal life. But no.. Instead muted zombies now roam the cities, craving to kill his own kind.
