@prcblemchiild || nurf on the run
It’d been happening for about a month now. His neighbors were practically rioting about it, but David didn’t particularly mind the obviously scavenged sight of his trash every morning. It was a bit of a pain to clean up, he supposed, but he’d much rather his and Max’s unwanted things to go to something that needed them instead of simply winding up at a dump somewhere. He tried to recycle as much as he could, of course, but there were some things that couldn’t be thrown into that bin, and David actually found it rather heartwarming that not EVERYTHING he threw out was destined for one of those abysmal landfills. Still, it was a bit of a shame that whatever was ravaging the neighborhood was surviving on only the things people wound up throwing out.
He didn’t know what exactly was rooting through the trash every night, so he'd bought a few different things with his most recent paycheck. Dog food, cat food, birdseed, some packaged ham, and even a few canned goods on the off chance that it was a person. That last option seemed pretty unlikely, but there was always that chance, as sad as the thought was.
However, no amount of preparation would have normalized the sight he was met with when he sneaked outside to greet the noise. Ocean green eyes could only widen themselves in shock as a few of the products he was holding tumbled to the ground, balancing them all becoming rather hard as he recognized the person in front of him.