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Post by Dawson on Sept 23, 2013 20:31:22 GMT -6
The proud cadet strolled through the cemetery, head held high, paws at a slight trot. The dog stopped for a moment and sniffed at a gravestone, but quickly moved on.
He was on patrol duty, as per usual, around the city. The dog wore heavy protective armor, to protect himself from bite wounds. The armor was made of strong, hard leather and clung to his chest, stretching all the way over his back and ending at his hips.
The dog silently swerved around a walker. The walker sniffed the air and snarled, limping and staggering after him. With a brisk pump of his legs and a clip of the heels, Dawson quickly left the snapping corpse behind.
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