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I am walking down the hall.  Wait, this isn't my house.  Where am I?


Wait.  I know this place. 

The familiar creaking of the cherry finished hardwood floor under my bare feet brings back waves of nostalgia.  I run my fingers down the yellow flowered wallpaper as I walk down the hallway.  It's well lit, like early morning.  I hear noises coming from what I know is the kitchen up ahead and to the right.


I look to my right and left along the walls.  Photos of myself, my mom, and my dad scatter in various frames along the walls.  I can hear the TV in the other room.  The hallway gets brighter as I patter down the hallway.  I hear sizzling coming from the kitchen. 


I turn the corner into the kitchen to find my mom making breakfast.  My dad at the table reading the paper.  They both look up and smile.  I look around the familiar kitchen.  The oak cabinets with the glass doors decoratively holding our various plates and glasses.  The granite countertop with the...the...

Something isn't right.


My dad is dead, not reading the paper.  Shot down by the military during a peaceful protest against the government that turned into a full scale riot.  My mom institutionalized after the death of my father and my court marshaling. 

I look back around the kitchen.  The light has turned greyer.  My mom gives me a sad smile.  The countertop holds a large chunk of meat I didn't see before.  The blood of it congealing and plopping to the floor.  My dad is face down on the table, unmoving.  Wet droplets are falling on my face.  I look up to the open sky through the hole in the roof where the debris from the bombings attempted to level the neighborhood to quell the civil unrest.  The rain spatters against my face.  My mother still giving me that sad, sad smile.  Flies buzzing around my fathers rotting skull.  I smell blood.

I scream.


 I startle awake, bolting upright in my makeshift bed.  Or attempt to save for a large weight is on my chest.  A sticky liquid drips down my face, mixing with my own cold sweat.  I still smell blood.  And wet dog.


I try to shake the images of my dream from my panic stricken psyche.  Why do I smell dog?  My eyes go wide as I come to the realization:  They found me.  I struggle with the weight on my chest, tangling my feet in the moth eaten blankets as I try to establish some sort of control over the situation, awaiting for the inevitable gunshot or Whop stick to the head, ending my need for survival.  This thing is heavy.  And...breathing? 

I look down at the large canine staring back at me, a dead rabbit in its slobbering mouth, blood pooling on my chest and neck.  That explains a lot.  I look left and right, and relax as I find no Imps in my room.  Cognitive function returns to my mind as I remember the events earlier that night. 

"Okay dog, you can get off me now" I tell my new and unwelcome bedroom guest.  It gets up and jumps off the bed with a loud thump, leaving the dead rabbit on my chest.  "What is this, a gift?"  I pick up the rabbit.  It's a clean kill.  A bite to the throat to close off the windpipe.  When was the last time I had seen a rabbit around here?  I look to the large beast with the wounded leg sitting down and looking at me.  He is soaked.  Like he had been swimming.  I look at the rabbit in my hand, and back at the fury hound.  What am I thinking?  Don't these things have GPS chips embedded under the skin?  And yet I can't help what I'm thinking.

"Fine, you can stay.  It will be nice to have another set of eyes around here.  But don't get too close.  I know who you used to work for."  I get up, taking the bloody carcass with me.  "Let's get some breakfast.  The sun's almost up.  Afterwards, we will try to find your chip.  You are not going to like that."  The tracker eyes me as I move towards the door, lazily standing up to follow.  I have to admit, having a well trained tracker around could come in handy.  I just hope it doesn't suddenly turn me in.  I'll have to keep him out of sight.  Having government property without authorization or a license is frowned upon in the legal system.  Punishable by death.  I'll have to be careful.

My newly found, and unlikely sidekick follows me into the kitchen as I grab a self-made skillet and start the fire in the stove

My life has just got a little more interesting.


Artist | Hobbyist | Traditional Art
United States
I have been drawing my own work since I was around 5 years old when all of my coloring books were finished being scribbled in. I am mostly a self taught artist save for one art class in high school.

I used to draw a lot of fantasy style pictures such as dragons, trolls, demons, and creatures of my own creation. In high school I began doing more realistic pictures of wildlife and experimenting with other mediums. I have done a few commissions for friends and coworkers. If anyone would like a picture done, let me know. That would be shamelss self promotion number one.

Greyscale pencil is still my favorite but I do dabble in colored pencil and digital painting occasionally. Currently I am trying to improve my portraiture skills.

I was never much of a photographer until a year or two ago when i purchased a new camera. Now I take pictures of everything everywhere I go. Only a few I post, but my harddrive is cluttered with them.

Recently I was commissioned to be a photographer for two weddings. I had a ball doing them and the couples really liked how the pictures turned out. I look forward to more work like this. Anyone needing a photographer in the state of Utah, let me know and we can work something out. Shameless self promotion number two.

Current Residence: A Frozen Wasteland Filled with People
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Large or XL
Favourite cartoon character: Always and will forever be....Homer Simpson
Personal Quote: Perfection is Flawed


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Toramarusama Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2014   Digital Artist
Thanks for the +watch :)
dloraas Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2014
Thanks for watching :)
xmilek Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2014
Thank you for the +fav !
Ilojleen Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2014   Traditional Artist
Thanks loads for the devwatch, I'm grateful for it :iconredbullglompplz: Have a wonderful day!
Sne-aks Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
You have an incredible gallery.  Definitely worth the watch.  I look forward to seeing more.  Have a wonderful day as well.
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