By nealebarnholden

Neale Barnholden is a third year English Honours student. He enjoys science and fiction, and is especially fond of some sort of combination of the two.

DAY 87

Jared and the dog stared each other down. Between them, the glass door was smeared with paw prints. Jared held his surgical mask in his hand. The dog couldn’t hear him over the howling and barking from back inside the building. Go away, mouthed Jared at the dog. The dog barked at him. No, mouthed Jared, shaking his head. The dog ran up to the door and pawed it again. Jared looked over his back, into the building. The front desk was behind him, the wood paneling stripped completely. A computer sat dead on the desk. Every scrap of paper,…