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Bornes didn't know what to do when Isiah walked out on him.
He had brought up valid points about the dog. He believed his theory to be true.
There was nothing more he wanted then for that dog to die, to ensure their survival, give them more meat...

... Even though their survival wasn't even that well insured in the first place.
Bornes let his eyes fall back to the floor, looking at all the broken glass, some pencils and pieces of fabric he could only hope were book bags tossed around.

He took in a deep breath and held it, then turned around and flipped the desk he had just been sitting in over with a harsh kick. It toppled over with a few bangs, as the hybrid exhaled with a pout.
That wasn't nearly as stress relieving as he hoped it would be. He supposed because he'd forced it.

His posture slumping, he walked over the upturned desk and out the window of the school, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking slowly around the building.
Everywhere he looked, he imagined their being people. He hoped, prayed even, that they were there.
And a few times he could've sworn he saw them from the corner of his eyes. Children playing, adults idling somewhere.

But it was all a farce. There was nobody.

Nobody but that damn Isiah and his stupid pet dog.
What did that make him?

Bornes came around the side of the building and could see Isiah looking back into the school.
He gave a hmph and said solemnly, "I'm over here."

The hybrid shifted his weight uncomfortably and began to walk toward Isiah.
It seemed like Bornes was getting shortchanged, but he knew this was for the better.
It must've been the dog's fault.
His eyes wandered over to the animal.
It had to have some type of agenda...

That's right b***h; you play Omega. Bornes glared to her.
I bet that's how it got the other people to die as well.

Bornes wanted to growl at the beast, but stopped himself, instead tearing his eyes from the dog to look at Isiah. Bornes stopped about three feet away from the other, watching his face.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, misreading the expression.

Bornes, after they began their journey, only looked to the animal once or twice before completely ignoring it.

Hours passed and Bornes remained silent, until he suggested they stop to eat again.
He eagerly waited for Isiah to stop and drop the bag. Once the man had done so, Q kneeled down and searched for a can. Any can, didn't really matter which can.

He ended up with a can of beef stew. He turned to Isiah.
"Your blade?" He held out his hand in expectancy, his voice flat.

Bornes looked to the can in his hands, hearing Isiah's comment, and almost felt regret for what he was about to do. But he only had a small window of opportunity while Isiah busied himself looking for his own cans.

Bornes looked over toward the dog just as Isiah pulled out his speghettios, and it was about the time Isiah turned for his turn to the knife that it was thrown from Q's hand, aimed at the dog's midsection.

He had hoped the dog would be more near to Isiah, but oh well. Bornes knew the strike wouldn't be a killing one, but if he hit the intestines, he'd damage the dog beyond repair and they'd have to put the thing out of its misery.

Bornes hadn't thrown a knife in almost five or more years, but it shouldn't have been too difficult...

Bornes tched at his miss, but at least the dog was gone. He turned, still on his knees, Isiah now yelling at him.

He guessed that should have been expected.

The he got dirt kicked in his face. Bornes called out, closing his eyes and turning to the side, but at least he could hear the step forward. He was unsure what Isiah was planning but Q rolled on his back away to dodge whatever it was.

After he had effectively gone out of Isiah's hit range, he wiped at his eyes and tried to see what was going on. He managed to quickly get enough sand out of his eyes to at least see as he stood up, though it was extremely uncomfortable and he was constantly blinking.

He grit his teeth, wanting to yell out something. Calm down, it's not what you think, anything.
But his mind was drawing a blank, and he ended up just standing there looking like an idiot. Making no immediate defensive moves but not going on the offensive, either.
"I don't want to fight you" was something Bornes wanted to say, but it sounded too stupid.

That stung. He really did like her better than him?
Bornes lip curled up in a inaudible snarl and he parted his feet, distributing his weight evenly. His tail was still rather limp, not asserting authority, showing excitement. Nothing.

"It was for your own good," Bornes attempted to justify.
Who was he kidding? It was mostly jealousy.

Bornes wasn't sure what to do. If he stayed where he was, it seemed Isiah woudln't rush him. But Bornes knew there was no easy way to calm down this man. How could he?

Apparently he had underestimated the animal's importance to him.

"If it knew where water and food was, it wouldn't have left the source to be with you," he stated.
Stick with solid neutral facts. Keep calm.

Maybe this would end without Bornes being hurt.