"Hmmm, I like Timmy. Reminds me of my old hamster when I was younger...the one I found buried in the flower garden even though Mom told me he ran away." Dave said with a giggle. "Seems fitting, no?"
After Dave petted Timmy, the undead dog bounded up and ran to the end of the corridor he came from, barking excitedly.
"What's that boy? You think there's a way to the college down that way?" Dave asked, using an excited young-boy voice. "And little Timmy-uhh, Johny fell down the well too? LET'S GO!" He shouted, running after the yapping canine.
After Dave petted Timmy, the undead dog bounded up and ran to the end of the corridor he came from, barking excitedly.
"What's that boy? You think there's a way to the college down that way?" Dave asked, using an excited young-boy voice. "And little Timmy-uhh, Johny fell down the well too? LET'S GO!" He shouted, running after the yapping canine.