The Walking Dead: Cassidy
A story that'll hopefully be recognised among y'all. A five-part episodic story. Who knows, maybe TTG will implement young Cass into a later season. Yeah right, haha. But I wish.
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"Y'know starting a fire is something you should know how to do. You're 15, for God's sake."
Cassidy shook his head angrily, his hair swooshing slightly. "Well maybe if you took me out more."
"The hell are you talking about? I ask you for days on end if you want to go camping. Shit, since your mum died you ain't even called me your Dad!"
"Yeah, Vincent, because it was your fucking fault in the first place!" Cassidy stood up, his vibrant hazel eyes shimmering with fury.
Vincent, now looking crestfallen, continued to tend to the fire. "If anything y'can call me Vinnie."
"Whatever."
"Dad is preferred, though." Vincent looked up at his son, smiling as the two sit opposite from one another.
It was peaceful, the area they were in. Fallen logs for seating, a nice, big fire.
"I'm gonna go piss." Cassidy declared.
"That did not need to be known." Vincent spoke, in a low seemingly conflicted voice.
"Whatever... Vinnie." Cassidy rolled his eyes as he went to some shrubbery.
Before Cassidy could do anything, he heard a deep, menacing growl beside him. A bloody, foaming-from-the-mouth wolf had somehow snuck to him.
"Aw fu- shit!" Cassidy shouted as the wolf lunged, it's teeth sinking deep into the young boy's arm - the flesh tearing from his bones. He screamed for what seemed an eternity until he realized himself and grabbed a rock, proceeding to bash it's head.
Once, nothing...
Twice and it relented before snapping at Cassidy, the child barely holding it back.
BANG!
The wolf then collapsed on Cassidy, his once neat brown-and-tan jacket now red with blood. Cassidy turned to see Vincent, wielding a vintage hunting rifle.
"You okay, son?" Vincent bent down, ditching the rifle.
"No, dick I'm bit. If you missed that shot I'd be dead."
"But you aren't. What's the fuckin' problem, then?"
"Aw just fuck off." Cassidy writhed in pain, tears running down his cheeks.
Without hesitation, Vincent left, back towards the camp.
(am I making Cassidy unlikeable or is it too early to tell?)