Meeting Stripe

Fear is not something most people live their lives in, though I digress. Fear can be a double edge sword, making people stronger though weaker at the same time. For me fear only manages to make me weaker, which isn’t that bad though it does stop adventures.

I guess I should have listened to myself when I was last out. The woods down the road always give off bad vibes. Then again back then I couldn’t feel the vibe, only recently have I learned to feel it. I guess that isn’t the right thing to say, I always had a feel for it, but I guess now I can feel it better.

That last time though I have to say changed my life, at least it helped me think. It started when that morning, when I went for a walk with my sister. It was a causal walk that just happened to lead us into the woods. Arriving at the small clearing that was about five minuets from the start of the trail we stopped. This was usually how far we went into the woods.

The clearing was roughly the size of a classic living room that can hold two couches, a television, and a few book cases, with plenty of room to walk. In the center of the area was a pile of wood that we had no idea where or how it got there, to one side a puddle that never seems to dry up, and on the other side a fire pit, that looked like it was used recently.

I should stop here and explain that my sister is a clairvoyant of some sort. She can sense danger, ghost, energy, and knows when something is up to an extent. We were there cause of a feeling of hers.

She had decided by her self to continue on a little more and check out the feeling. My skin was prickling so I stayed behind, as a way to go get help if she yelled. She continued on a trail and I stayed behind to study the pile of wood and what not.

After about five minuets of waiting she returned, out of breath, but safe. I asked what was wrong and she shook her head and pushed me away. We finished our walk without talking.

If you know me then you should know that if I don’t get a question or even find out what’s going on I get stubborn and try to find out. My mind was racing and planning what I was going to do later.

It was after dinner, the sun was still in the sky though was slowly starting its decent down. The night air was crisp and the breeze was adding a factor of cold. Shrugging on my black jacket, which thinking about it might not have been a good idea cause of the cars, but oh well, and I opened the door.

“Don’t go to the woods.” My sister’s voice was behind me, it was demanding. I smiled and walked out. Not knowing what I would find I grabbed a Boken (wooden sword).

By the time I arrived at the clearing the sun was in the middle of the sky, and the wind was picking up. I zipped up my coat and held out the Boken. My skin was filled with goose bumps and I knew that what ever I find out wasn’t going to be fun.

Usually by this time fear strikes me and I run away. I have always been that way fear strikes me cold and I chicken out. I try to convince who ever is around me to not do what we planned to do, though it never works, that day though I had no friends around and no chance to talk myself into backing out.

Walking along the trail the Boken held defensively, not that I trained or anything, I’m self trained. Sticks were cracking around me, and I wasn’t sure if I was the one cracking them. “Any one out there?” I yelled, looking around. I was about five minuets in the woods by my count this was where my sister was when she turned around.

The wind stopped blowing and the air was filled with a since of death, and I could smell rotten meat, which if you have ever smelled it before reeks. I looked around and fell onto the ground.

I had no idea what knocked me over, but I knew I wasn’t going to stay around and wait. I quickly turned around, jumped to my feet, and ran. I was instantly pushed to the ground again, m back roared in pain. I managed to turn around and look towards me feet.

What I saw well surprised me, I mean if you saw a dog, with missing eye, no skin on his left leg, teeth marks on the bone that was showing there, open wounds that looked like they hadn’t healed and been there for ages, and the tail with only a little not covered in fluff the other part bone. I started backing away, in my mind a Zombie, my guess was that the dog was a zombie, wasn’t a good thing. His fur was white, with a black stripe running down his back.

I backed up faster the sun setting faster then normal, about a third of the way till totally gone. I was scared as always, though the fear became greater; my pain became greater as a tree branch gabbed into my skin.

It was a wonderful time for me to think of how much I hate my back being touched, especially when there was a Zombie Dog, in front of me. I closed me eyes and waited for the pain but it never came. I opened them and saw the dog in front of my face, our noses a few centimeters from each other. I gasped out as his tongue, which was cold and wet ran across my face. I pushed him away my mind jumping to a conclusion that he was a nice dog, even if he was a Zombie.

I stood up and lightly brushed off the dirt on my clothes. I lightly reached out my hand for the dog to sniff and pulled it away quickly as he started growling. I started shaking and gasped as he jumped into the air. Ducking from habit I turned around as I heard a moan.

Another zombie was on the ground this one not a dog. I gasped as the dog was on top of him biting down on his arm. I was scared, though lightly touched that he was protecting me.

I looked around and grabbed a stick that looked sharp at one end. My mind jumped to Resident Evil, and I figured that stabbing the thing in head would kill it. I staggered over scared out of my pants.

Raising the stick I stabbed down, impaling the beast. I jumped back as blood rushed from his head, Resident Evil taught me the blood and dead Zombies, and living Zombies were bad.

Though I guess all was well with the dog that saved me life. I walked over to where the Boken dropped the sun almost set and picked it up. I held out my hand for the dog who at the time was moving closer to me. He sniffed it and nuzzled into my hand.

I rubbed his head and smiled, “You must like me huh?” I knew he couldn’t answer though the tail wag was apparent. I smiled, “Come home with me, there is a place by my window where no one will see you, and I’m sure you can eat what ever dead things our cats drag in.” He yipped or at least what sounded like a yip and started following me.

“I’ll call you Stripe.” I told him as I opened the back yard fence. “Stay here and I can let you in my room through the window.” I set him in an area by my window covered by a tree and practically away from sunlight.

I walked into the house and smiled, “I’m home.” I walked back into my room and closed the door, getting away from the questions my sister would have. I opened the window let Stripe in and fell asleep watching television.

That was about five months ago, Stripe is still by my side and behind the tree happy as can be for a dead dog. I still take him on walks with me, and into the small clearing. He fights Zombies and protects me.

I need to sign off now, and get back to Stripe who is scratching at my window… need to let him in before the window breaks.

Signing off for now… Seikiru.