A Goat With A Pet Goat. {Closed}

The woods were fairly calm at the moment. I hadn't found or seen any zombified, brainwashed idiots loitering around. So, this made all things good in my book. Mainly, I only had to keep well established care for myself and Harmony. I'm not saying I don't give a damn about the Demigods, but their way low on my list of things that have been going on lately. I'm more focused on keeping my own self from getting turned into one of those lifeless idiots. Well being of Demigods? Yeah, I don't care as much. Then, there is my goat, Harmony. She's the sweetest. I can't really keep her in Dean's cabin. You know, she'd supposedly just take up space. I on the contrary find her to be a little angel and she'd make herself scarce around the others. But no, nobody would have it. So now I had to drop her off in the woods, luckily, she is usually in the same area, so finding her proves to be an easier task than one would expect. Looking at the ground, I watched the hoof prints I made. Not human footprints. Sometimes, I liked to imagine having real human feet, and legs as well of course. Not fake ones to hide my true colors. Sulking, I held the pail of cans in my hand tightly. A snack for Harms and I. Crossing my fingers mentally, I really prayed that no Demigod found me and decided to shoot me dead for suspicion of me being a "zombie."