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Chapter Two of Kojo the Coydog's history/ back story. Enjoy! Please favorite and/ or tell your friends!!! :)
I would like to warn that this story will eventually take on some very mature themes, which might disturb some readers. There will be violence (it is a post-apocalyptic free-for-all world after all), and there will be some sex and alcohol use. One scene in particular in this story may disturb and upset some readers but I am planning to mark it as mature as a warning. So if you do not or cannot read mature works, please be warned. Thank you.
The ruthless sun bears down on Kojo as she walks aimlessly through the expanse. Tumbleweeds blow across her path as she trudges against the never ending sand. The only thing on her mind is water. Cool, liquid heaven. It's hard to come by in this world. What's left in the ground is still irradiated to the point of sickness. That was a lesson hard learned. Kojo remembers how sick she got the first time she tried to drink water from what looked like a clear pool in a large rock. She gags even at the thought of it and clutches her side as a phantom pain runs through her like a shudder.
She protects her eyes from the glare of the sun as she searches the horizon. Far in the distance she thinks she can see the remnants of a gas station.
“Perfect.” she says aloud.
Kojo sets her hat more solidly between her ears and pulls its leather strap tighter against her throat. She assumes a stance similar to a human sprinter preparing for an Olympic race.
Claws digging into the sand deep, Kojo looks down, lifts up a handful of the stuff and watches it sift through her fingers. Her head tilts up, her eyes narrow, and faster than a bolt of lightening, she jolts from her kneeling position and begins to sprint.
Steadying her breathing takes a few moments since the temperature seems to be hotter than usual today, and her growing thirst throws her off. However, she quickly recovers and lowers her head for the haul. Already the station is closer than it was before; Kojo focuses on the distance between her and it. Her jaw falls loose as her tongue lolls out and she pants to keep oxygen flowing through her lungs, cooling her body a little. Her front hand paws lower to the ground and she runs quickly on all fours. Muscles ripple as Kojo's body moves as fluidly as the liquid she so intensely yearns for.
As the space between her now straining tendons and the gas station narrows, Kojo pushes off the sand to jog on two feet. Her pace gets slower and slower as her ears prick up, “... I am become Death...”
“Is that a person?” Kojo wonders as she slows to a walk and gets nearer and nearer to the station.
She slowly realizes that there is a car still parked under the decaying roof of the station's gas pumps. It's a sight all too familiar to her now. People had tried to retain some semblance of normalcy in the beginning. She had seen many others who continued to drive cars around until all the gas had run out. It didn't take long.
But this was one of the first times she had seen a deserted car that still contained a working battery, “... one way or another...”
The faint voice was emanating from the car's radio, which somehow had remained on all this time. Someone was broadcasting something on an A.M. Station! Kojo reaches in to the car and turns the volume control up on the car's stereo.
The voice crackles a little but starts again louder, “We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent...”
Kojo sits down on the cracked and weathered passenger seat of the car and stares in silent admiration at the stereo. Who was broadcasting and for how long had they been doing so?
“... I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita. Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty, and to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form, and says, 'Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.' I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.” The voice on the radio crackles, and starts over again, “We knew the world...”
Kojo stands up slowly and looks around her. So it's just a recording on repeat. Her disappointment is audible as she sighs and scratches her left ear. Oh well, it's probably for the best. As far as good luck is concerned in this world, it is few and far between. Most of Kojo's run ins with other survivors had been bad, at least the ones who had stopped long enough for her to find out. Many others had just passed her by, probably deciding that she wasn't worth the trouble of helping. But to each his own, for the most part Kojo was just fine with being on her own. She felt she deserved this fate in a way.
But enough of that, Kojo thinks as she shakes her head. She sets her eyes firmly on the gas station. One of the corners of the roof had collapsed inside the building making it easy for anyone to get inside even if the door was locked. But to save herself the effort after all that sprinting, Kojo tries the door. It swings open easily and Kojo steps inside. The instant temperature difference thanks to the shade is a welcome change. A quick glance around reveals that the place has been pretty much cleaned out. A small sticker on the cash register catches her eye though. It reads, “Go Team!” in green and gold. Her eyes blink in shock and she takes a closer look at it.
“There's no way...” she says aloud as she stands up and scratches the back of her head.
A shiver runs down Kojo's spine as she can't shake the feeling that the sticker is eerily similar to ones that she had herself when she was in high school. They were her school's team colors...
CLACK! Kojo jolts around as a large noise startles her. The pistol at her side is out before she can even really see into the gloom of the far corner of the building. She takes a step closer, aiming into the darkest part of the shadows. Suddenly a kangaroo mouse comes hopping into view. Kojo hangs her head with a sigh. Being on edge is what has helped her survive this long but she can't help but feel silly sometimes. The little mouse hops a couple feet closer to Kojo, flicks it's little whiskers at her, blinks a few times, and then hops away.
Kojo puts her gun back in its holster and holds her hands on her hips. She huffs a little at the mouse's quick entrance and exit despite scaring the living daylights out of her. But soon, all is forgotten as Kojo spots a familiar and welcome site. A bottle of water sits like a forgotten treasure on one of the shelves in the far corner where the mouse had just recently been hiding. She snatches it up and begins to chug heavily from the bottle. Small trickles of water run down her neck as she greedily finishes the bottle in one go.
“AHH!” she pants as she looks down at the empty bottle.
It clatters as she throws it to the ground and turns around to search the rest of the station for anything useful.
© Kai_Fraxinus
Kojo ©
Thumbnail art ©
http://www.furaffinity.net/full/7730940/
I do not own or claim to own the song titles or lyrics used in this story. They are copywrite © to Linkin Park.
Chapter Two of Kojo the Coydog's history/ back story. Enjoy! Please favorite and/ or tell your friends!!! :)
I would like to warn that this story will eventually take on some very mature themes, which might disturb some readers. There will be violence (it is a post-apocalyptic free-for-all world after all), and there will be some sex and alcohol use. One scene in particular in this story may disturb and upset some readers but I am planning to mark it as mature as a warning. So if you do not or cannot read mature works, please be warned. Thank you.
_____________________________________________________________________Chapter Two: The RadianceThe ruthless sun bears down on Kojo as she walks aimlessly through the expanse. Tumbleweeds blow across her path as she trudges against the never ending sand. The only thing on her mind is water. Cool, liquid heaven. It's hard to come by in this world. What's left in the ground is still irradiated to the point of sickness. That was a lesson hard learned. Kojo remembers how sick she got the first time she tried to drink water from what looked like a clear pool in a large rock. She gags even at the thought of it and clutches her side as a phantom pain runs through her like a shudder.
She protects her eyes from the glare of the sun as she searches the horizon. Far in the distance she thinks she can see the remnants of a gas station.
“Perfect.” she says aloud.
Kojo sets her hat more solidly between her ears and pulls its leather strap tighter against her throat. She assumes a stance similar to a human sprinter preparing for an Olympic race.
Claws digging into the sand deep, Kojo looks down, lifts up a handful of the stuff and watches it sift through her fingers. Her head tilts up, her eyes narrow, and faster than a bolt of lightening, she jolts from her kneeling position and begins to sprint.
Steadying her breathing takes a few moments since the temperature seems to be hotter than usual today, and her growing thirst throws her off. However, she quickly recovers and lowers her head for the haul. Already the station is closer than it was before; Kojo focuses on the distance between her and it. Her jaw falls loose as her tongue lolls out and she pants to keep oxygen flowing through her lungs, cooling her body a little. Her front hand paws lower to the ground and she runs quickly on all fours. Muscles ripple as Kojo's body moves as fluidly as the liquid she so intensely yearns for.
As the space between her now straining tendons and the gas station narrows, Kojo pushes off the sand to jog on two feet. Her pace gets slower and slower as her ears prick up, “... I am become Death...”
“Is that a person?” Kojo wonders as she slows to a walk and gets nearer and nearer to the station.
She slowly realizes that there is a car still parked under the decaying roof of the station's gas pumps. It's a sight all too familiar to her now. People had tried to retain some semblance of normalcy in the beginning. She had seen many others who continued to drive cars around until all the gas had run out. It didn't take long.
But this was one of the first times she had seen a deserted car that still contained a working battery, “... one way or another...”
The faint voice was emanating from the car's radio, which somehow had remained on all this time. Someone was broadcasting something on an A.M. Station! Kojo reaches in to the car and turns the volume control up on the car's stereo.
The voice crackles a little but starts again louder, “We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent...”
Kojo sits down on the cracked and weathered passenger seat of the car and stares in silent admiration at the stereo. Who was broadcasting and for how long had they been doing so?
“... I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita. Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty, and to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form, and says, 'Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.' I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.” The voice on the radio crackles, and starts over again, “We knew the world...”
Kojo stands up slowly and looks around her. So it's just a recording on repeat. Her disappointment is audible as she sighs and scratches her left ear. Oh well, it's probably for the best. As far as good luck is concerned in this world, it is few and far between. Most of Kojo's run ins with other survivors had been bad, at least the ones who had stopped long enough for her to find out. Many others had just passed her by, probably deciding that she wasn't worth the trouble of helping. But to each his own, for the most part Kojo was just fine with being on her own. She felt she deserved this fate in a way.
But enough of that, Kojo thinks as she shakes her head. She sets her eyes firmly on the gas station. One of the corners of the roof had collapsed inside the building making it easy for anyone to get inside even if the door was locked. But to save herself the effort after all that sprinting, Kojo tries the door. It swings open easily and Kojo steps inside. The instant temperature difference thanks to the shade is a welcome change. A quick glance around reveals that the place has been pretty much cleaned out. A small sticker on the cash register catches her eye though. It reads, “Go Team!” in green and gold. Her eyes blink in shock and she takes a closer look at it.
“There's no way...” she says aloud as she stands up and scratches the back of her head.
A shiver runs down Kojo's spine as she can't shake the feeling that the sticker is eerily similar to ones that she had herself when she was in high school. They were her school's team colors...
CLACK! Kojo jolts around as a large noise startles her. The pistol at her side is out before she can even really see into the gloom of the far corner of the building. She takes a step closer, aiming into the darkest part of the shadows. Suddenly a kangaroo mouse comes hopping into view. Kojo hangs her head with a sigh. Being on edge is what has helped her survive this long but she can't help but feel silly sometimes. The little mouse hops a couple feet closer to Kojo, flicks it's little whiskers at her, blinks a few times, and then hops away.
Kojo puts her gun back in its holster and holds her hands on her hips. She huffs a little at the mouse's quick entrance and exit despite scaring the living daylights out of her. But soon, all is forgotten as Kojo spots a familiar and welcome site. A bottle of water sits like a forgotten treasure on one of the shelves in the far corner where the mouse had just recently been hiding. She snatches it up and begins to chug heavily from the bottle. Small trickles of water run down her neck as she greedily finishes the bottle in one go.
“AHH!” she pants as she looks down at the empty bottle.
It clatters as she throws it to the ground and turns around to search the rest of the station for anything useful.
© Kai_Fraxinus
Kojo ©
Thumbnail art ©
http://www.furaffinity.net/full/7730940/I do not own or claim to own the song titles or lyrics used in this story. They are copywrite © to Linkin Park.
Category Story / All
Species Canine (Other)
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File Size 22.5 kB
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