The elderly man walked down the street. Along side him was his trustworthy Dog. As they walk down the street, shutters and doors close. The old man is used to this, for nobody trusts a walker these days.

  Walking down the road, he sees a little girl, clutching a small, tattered doll close to her chest. She looks wary of the man, and his dog, but out of her mouth came a small squeak of a voice, barely heard by the man. “Do you know what happened to everyone. Sister, mother and father?”

  As if shocked by her own words, her eyes became moist with tears. She looked cautiously around. After confirming that no one was around, she approached the man and his dog.

  “They haven’t come back since two days ago. Please, help me.”

  “First, tell me who you are.” Said the man in a rough voice, from years of use.

  “My name is Evelyn, sir, now will you help me?”

  “My name is Meyers, but many call me Walker.”

  “Why do they call you walker?”

  “That is my profession, that many hate.”

  “What is a profession? Why do they hate it?”

  The young girl truly was innocent. Innocent enough to not know what a Walker is. “A profession is a job. My job is to do things that others would not like to do.”

  “What kind of things do you do?”

  “I do bad things sometimes, that others look down on. But, without people like me, some people would die without me.”

  “You don’t sound so bad.” Evelyn looked around Meyers, and held back a scream.

  Meyers was used to this. Many people hated Walkers, but most never even see one in their lifetime. If you do see one, you know instantly that it is a Walker, because of their Dog. The Dog is not really a dog, but used for the same purposes as one. A Walker’s Dog is half beast, and half mechanical.

  Meyer’s Dog, was a lion, turned into the legendary lioness, with a snake as a tail, and a goat’s head on her back, the Chimera. This transformation was made possible by all of the mechanical parts of the Dog. Many are scared of the Walkers because of the rumours surrounding their Dog.

  “Echidon is much kinder than she looks. She may look ferocious, but she is just like a kitten.”

  Unsure, Evelyn slowly walks up to Echidon. She stands before Echidon, but quickly hides behind Meyers. “It’s alright. You don’t have to go near Echidon.” Meyers comforts Evelyn

  Meyers felt a sharp pain in his back. He looks around, to see a single boy, around ten years old. The boy, with tears in his eyes, has his arm raised, with a rock in his hand.

  “Stop! Daniel, stop! You’ll be killed!” Screamed a woman, running out of a house. When she reached the boy, she hugged him close to her. She must have been the boy, Daniel’s, mother.

  “He didn’t mean it! He’s just a boy, please, let us go peacefully!”

  “Of course you may go, I understand how the boy must feel.” The woman looked warily at Meyers, but quickly grabbed the boy and ran back to the house, closing the door behind her.

  “Are you okay!” Evelyn looked at where the rock had hit Meyers. She seemed satisfied, which meant there was no blood. “I am alright, the boy was just angry at something. He merely vented out on me.”

  Evelyn’s small smile made Meyers feel happy. Ever since his wife’s disappearance thirty years ago, this was the first time a true smile spread across Meyer’s face.

  “Want to join Echidon and I on our journey. We can look for family too.”

  Evelyn hesitated for a minute, peering around Meyers at Echidon. She finally looked at Meyers and smiled, saying, “That sounds like lots of fun!”

  They walked down the street, and began their own journey of looking for the ones precious to them. Even if they had died, or were found, Evelyn and Meyers would stay together. Meyers was a savior to Evelyn for helping her, and Evelyn was a savior to Meyers for giving him happiness again in his life. That is what Walker’s jobs are. To save the people in need, no matter how, small, weak, old, strong, or young. Everyone needs a savior.