Dog Days gone
Dawn was approaching, colours of faint yellows and oranges creeping upon the lines of the dimly lit sky.
He never liked dawn.
Well, not before the apocalypse.
Nowadays it was somewhat of a relief to see the sky into a new morning, a sign that youd survived yet another day.
Regulus’ life was fine before all of this; he was heir to a grand fortune his older brother had passed up and a straight A student.
But then the virus broke out…
His parents didn’t believe in such nonsense so Regulus and his brother ran away- they got as far as the countryside before they found others and everything as well for a while, regulus even had hope that he was going back home soon. Until one of his new friends, Severus, got bit..he was buried under the earth where Regulus now stood, they’d killed him immediately- there was no time for risks anymore.
Sounds of snoring and heavy breathing filled the air; Regulus was always the first person awake, he liked it better that way- he couldn’t trust anyone after the outbreak.
He took a deep breath. If it wasn’t for Remus being the smartass he was, Regulus would think it was still Summer but he was well aware it was now almost autumn. more than a month since he had heard any news about the outbreak; last he heard it had spread all over Europe and country leaders were supposed to be working on a plan. He wasn’t exactly optimistic- he never did have faith in politicians.
CLANK!
Regulus’ head spun around quickly and his eyes narrowed.
He grabbed the nearest weapon- which happened to be Evan’s machete.
Walking cautiously with the weapon above his head threateningly, he approached the RV- where the noise was coming from.
He slipped through the open door, making sure to step over Sirius who had fell asleep on the floor.
“Who is it!?” Regulus demanded, holding the machete as if it were a gun.
“God! It’s me, reg, you gave us a heart attack!” The familiar face of Dorcas meadows comes into Regulus’ sight. He sighs, chucking the machete on the floor and putting his hands on his hips.
“Not a literal heart attack.” Pandora, who was stood behind Dorcas, squeaks “because that would be bad..” Pandora says, her gaze falling to the floor as if daydreaming suddenly.
Regulus rubs his temples “no of course not a real heart attack, Dora.”
“Next time don’t shout ‘who is it’ though- a zombie would jump at you in a second if you make yourself clear.” Dorcas snickers.
Regulus rolls his eyes “got it..what you doing anyways?” He shuffled, trying to look at what Dorcas was messing with.
“Oh! We’re making a standy supporter crutch thing!” Pandora explains with a smile.
Dorcas lets out a soft sigh of amusement “we’re making a walking stick for Barty- he keeps complaining that his legs spraint from last time he went into the woods alone and somehow ‘tripped over a log’.”
Regulus scoffs “I saw him run after a rabbit the other day, how on earth is his leg broke?”
Dorcas shrugs “dunno but he keeps complaining to Dora trying to get the Advil from her.”
“I’ll have a word with him.” Regulus walks out of the caravan again, moving now to Bartys tent.
“Get up.” Regulus kicked Bartys sleeping bag. Regulus loved Barty like a brother but sometimes Barty was a little shit. “Get up!” Regulus said louder.
“Piss off!” Barty groans, covering his ears.
“Get the fuck up!” Regulus bellowed, kicking the sleeping bag once more.
“Jesus!” Barty whined as he hesitantly sat up, unzipping the sleeping bag. “What!?”
“Get changed. We’re off into the town today.” Regulus decided, throwing Bartys Jeans at him. “And stop trying to get Advil off Dora.” Regulus went to turn around but heard Barty mutter a curse and lay back down. “GET UP.” Regulus yelled for the final time, making Barty wince.
“Fine!” Barty huffed.
Regulus walked out of the tent and saw that the campfire was already lit.
He didn’t intend on waking the others up this early but he did so they would all just have to make do.
“Alright Reg?” A concerned Evan asked once Regulus had took a seat next to him in front of the fire.
“Barty.” Regulus mumbled.
Evan nodded in acknowledgment; he knew more than anyone that Barty could be a pain in the arse.