Thread or AIM Log: Thread Open or Closed: Open Characters: Chad and Tuomas Setting: the docks and then the streets Content: P Summary: Chad goes on the hunt for his furry friend in human skin. Warnings: None
Two weeks. Two fucking long ass weeks and not a sign of Zeke anywhere and Chad was losing his mind on that little island. The demi-God had disappeared the day after the full moon, when Chad had mounted him in wolf form. Zeke had said he was okay and had seemed fine but then the next morning was gone. Before Zeke had shown up he had been dealing with the solitude alright, at least he hadn't been drawing faces on beach balls... Well, only once. And he did miss that ball now... But he had been dealing. Now however Chad couldn't stand the quiet whisper of the wind or the simple company of his dog. He needed to be around people or something bad was going to happen.
Showering, shaving, Chad threw on a pair of baggy jean shorts and a plain white t-shirt, tossing some sandals in his favorite boat even though they sucked for running in. But he didn't care any moment, he just needed to do something.
Chad drove the boat aimlessly through the water for an hour before deciding on a dock, the same one from, yep, you guessed it- two weeks ago. Instead of anchoring out in the channel and swimming to land so that any wandering zombies couldn't jump in his boat Chad decided to bring the boat in since it was apparently a careless day. Roping her off, Chad got out and stretched, sniffing the breeze and happy when only clean salt air was all he smelled.
With a little huff Chad made his way down the dock and towards the town, his sunglasses in place and shot gun strapped over his shoulder just in case- he wasn't entirely stupid today.