Silver
“Apocalypse of the Wasteland”
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The old subway maintenance station was quiet except for the steady crackle of the fire barrel in the corner. Shadows danced across the cracked concrete walls as Silver stood near the reinforced doorway, one hand resting on the strap of her lever-action rifle, the other absentmindedly cradling the heavy, rounded swell of her belly.
She let out a slow breath, her ears twitching at every distant creak of the old tunnels. 31 weeks.
The pup had been kicking up a storm all evening, and her lower back was killing her... but she refused to sit down. The sound of familiar footsteps echoed from the hallway behind her. Silver's tail flicked once as she glanced over her shoulder, amber eyes softening just a fraction when she saw him. — .
The pup had been kicking up a storm all evening, and her lower back was killing her... but she refused to sit down. The sound of familiar footsteps echoed from the hallway behind her. Silver's tail flicked once as she glanced over her shoulder, amber eyes softening just a fraction when she saw him. — .
Easy there, big guy,she said, her voice low and rough, but warm.
You're gonna wear a hole in the floor pacing like that.