Alix feared for the worst. She awakened every afternoon feeling like the end was near. She only left the house for food and toilet paper. She was almost out of toilet paper. Since she walked to the store, she could only carry so much. Her back was sore from carrying her doomsday book bag around.
Her dog Onyx ran to her and stated, “I want to go outside.”
Alix searched her book bag. “It’s gone.”
Onyx’s tail wagged. “Check front pocket.”
Alix pulled out a pizza shaped chew toy. “How did this get in here?”
Onyx walked backwards. “Wuff, wuff.”