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Post by Icer on Oct 4, 2012 19:55:01 GMT -5
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Cue was lying on her master's lap, chest slowly rising and falling, sleeping soundly. Suddenly she felt herself falling through her human. How was that possible?! She landed with a thud on the fluffy red fabric couch, the hand of her owner no longer resting on her back. She lifted her head in curiosity, then jumped down and went in search of her other human. Neither of them was to be found. But... They were just here... And they didn't go out the door... So where are they? Cue searched the house again, still with the same result. She sat down at the glass door and whined, slowly drifting to sleep on the rug, trying to forget her humans just disappeared. They would be back when she woke up. She was sure of it.
The next day, Cue woke up, hungry. Still no humans, and their scent had lessened overnight. Weighing the consequences in her mind, she wasn't sure whether to get the food herself, or not. She decided to do it, pushing open the cabinet with her long, slender nose, and dragging out the bag of dog food. It tipped over, spilling all over the floor. She smiled, and began eating, consuming half the dry dog food that was in the bag. She lay down, too full to be comfortable, but again tried to rest. It's just a bad dream, she told herself.
Again, another day passed. She awoke to find a strange creature that looked like it had a mask on its face and rings on its tail eating her food. "Hey!" She barked. "That's mine!" The creature growled and backed away, before scurrying up the kitchen curtain and perching on a shelf nearby. Cue growled back, barking again. The creature only growled louder. She knew she wouldn't be able to reach it. Then she realized the scent of the humans was fainter still. She knew she had plenty of food, but she also had to share it with that... that... thing. She decided to stay, at least until she had eaten all the food. Maybe then the people would come back.
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Post by Epithet on Oct 4, 2012 20:44:59 GMT -5
The crowd called his human name, "Wrecker!!" over and over, blood was every where, the other dog was limp, the fighting urge was gone, ... he hurt, he always hurt, but now he would eat well, they always feed him well after a fight. In came his handler, he waged his tale, they like like, showed them he wasn't going to hurt them.
He didn't want to hurt them, he didn't want to hurt anyone, but when he saw the cage open, the other dog, he new, it was him or the other dog, only one would leave alive, then rage.
The handler took him to the shed, the vet was there, she was nice. she gave him stuff in his food to make the pain go away, make him sleep, and dream those strange dreams. While he dreamed, she would close his wounds, and make him whole. She was a good human.
He slept.
He woke to silence, the vet had stapled his wounds closed, but she was gone, his handler was gone, and the door was open... outside, there were sounds, dogs, they had not been put away, he realized, they were free, they were after him.... Rage!!!
2 days later, blood everywhere, new wounds, he still lived, he was top dog, only survivor...
Another day, he moved slowly the humans were gone, the dogs were dead, the pain, getting better, he would heal. There was plenty of food, enough for 12 dogs. Still sitting in the now open cage he had lived his entire life, he felt something he had never felt before.
He felt lonely...
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Post by Lucky4 on Oct 5, 2012 8:30:16 GMT -5
P.J. sat eagerly beside the counter, tail wagging anxiously, tongue drooping hungrily. The little girl above her, smiled and squatted down, opening up the cupboard and pulling out the dog food. She picked up P.J.'s bowl and dumped a large ammount of chow into it, giggling as a few pieces fell to the floor and P.J. licked them up, then turned back to the little girl anxiously again.
The girl was in the process of setting the bowl of food down when all of a sudden, she disappeared. Turned invisible. Blinked out of sight. And the food bowl went pouring down to the floor, falling on its side and spilling.
P.J. cocked her head at the empty air that her owner used to be standing in. She frowned now, looking down at the floor at the spilled dog food. Had she been frightened and ran away? But, she was just here...
P.J. ventured throughout the house for the littlest girl. And then, coming up zero results, she searched for the other two. Still no one. Confused still, P.J. headed back into the kitchen and devoured up most of the dog food from the spilled dish, then headed to the sofa and curled up on it, falling asleep.
The next day, P.J. woke feeling that same emptiness from the other day. She got up, getting slightly irritated that she didn't know what was going on. She leapt off the sofa and trotted into the bedrooms upstairs, peeking in each of them. Normally the largest of her owners would be sitting beside her on the sofa reading a paper with a mug in his hand. This was so strange. P.J. searched the entire house twice, then jumped up on thE master bed and peered out the window. Th streets were empty. There were cars everywhere just parked on the road. A bunch of random items were scattered on the sidewalks. No one was there except one or two animals that P.J. had no idea what they were. She bared her teeth in frusteration, trying to admit to herself that she was alone...Hungry again, she trotted downstairs and went to the dish that was still on the floor. She gobbled up the last of the dish and padded to her water dish. It was dirty. Filled with gross stuff that collected inside the dish and through the water when it hadn't been emptied. She sighed and lapped up some of it, then looked around.
No owners... A thought suddenly hit her. Outside! Get out of the house and see what you can find!
Quickly, P.J. raced toward the door, skidding to a halt just in time to not ram into it. She had forgotten that they had taken her doggy-door off the front and back door since she would just get loose and not come back at their order.
Tail down, P.J. padded toward the back door just to check. No doggy-door. She grumbled something then flopped over on her side, thinking.
It was the next morning before P.J. Had even realized that she had fallen asleep. She stood and looked around. She still needed a place to get out of here from... Elation suddenly hit her and she grinned widely. The window!! Quickly again, the australian shepherd races to the window, revealing the backyard behind it, and leapt up onto the table, using a chair to help her. She reached out with her mouth and began knawing on the screen, scratching it every once and a while with her teeth. It hurt her teeth, but her succes soon showed. P.J. jumped through the large hole in the screen and landed on the picnic table outside, digging her claws into it to help from falling.
Then. She hopped down from the table and pranced around the backyard happily. She had to leave now-and find somewhere to go... Without thinking that over, she trotted out of the backyard and onto the streets, looking around at the deserted city.
(Ipod)
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Post by Icer on Oct 5, 2012 15:38:28 GMT -5
Cue awoke the next morning, beginning to get worried, and a sense of loneliness. This wasn’t good. The thing was still in the house, and now a bird had found its way inside. But how did all of these creatures get in? Suddenly she remembered the window in the bedroom that her human had opened to get some fresh air. That was how they got in. She darted to the small bedroom in the back of the house, and sure enough, it was open. She jumped onto the bed and sprang out the window, landing in the grassy backyard. She quickly chose a spot of the fence on the side that was parallel to the street and began digging. It didn’t take long for her to dig a decent sized hole, and she tried to squeeze herself through it. She got stuck about half way, but continued to squirm her way out. She was on her feet and jogging down the street before she realized she had escaped. Other dogs and cats had had the same idea, obviously. No order had yet been established, and it was every animal for themselves. She continued down the street, wandering around the city. She soon found herself surrounded by tall buildings and shops all connected to each other in one massive wall of a building. The sun began to set that evening, and she knew she needed somewhere to stay, and she didn’t want walk for hours back to her home, so she found a shop with an open door and went in. Obviously other dogs had had the same idea, and there was quite a few animals there. They quickly chased her away, and she knew she needed to find a different place to sleep. She tried time and again with different stores, all to the same result. She began to feel cold as night settled over the city, and chose a back alley to sleep. She slept beside a dumpster, though not hungry enough to scavenge through trash just yet. She slept on the cold concrete, and sighed as a light rain began to wet the city of New York. She crawled further underneath the dumpster and tried to sleep.
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Post by Lucky4 on Oct 5, 2012 15:47:48 GMT -5
Night was coming fast and P.J. had yet to find a place to sleep. She had been searching for a long time, coming up with horrible results that she didn't want to think about. She was beginning to get grumpy as she always did when things diidn't go her way and she was tired and un-comfortable. It was darkening fast and a light rain had started.
Letting out a low growl, P.J. scurried toward an alley and hurried down it. Thoughts of her past and images also shot into her mind upon seeing the dumster and she immediatly dove for it, only to find another dog underneath (?) (kind of?) it. She backed away with a growl and looked around, one brown eye and one blue eye, matching personalites. She backed away a little more, trying to put together what had happened today. There were many dogs on the streets and everywhere. But no humans. This dog was a Silken Windhound.
P.J. backed up further, then stopped. She had been searching forever. She was tempted to see if she could chase this dog away and claim this as her sleeping spot. She didn't want to have to go further.
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Post by Icer on Oct 5, 2012 15:55:18 GMT -5
Cue jolted upright as she heard a dog nearby growling at her, hitting her head on the bottom of the dumpster. “Ouch.” She mumbled, sliding out from underneath it. She backed away from the Aussie female with the mismatched eyes, shaking her head. “Do you need something?” She said under her breath, lowering herself to the ground defensively, though not showing aggression. “If you want the dumpster that bad, take it.” She continued. It wasn’t in her personality to chase anyone away. In fact, she wouldn’t mind any kind of company, no matter how rough around the edges they were. “I’m assuming you had trouble finding any buildings to sleep in after you left home and came here?” She asked.
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Post by Lucky4 on Oct 5, 2012 16:05:28 GMT -5
P.J. took another step away when the dog spoke, asking her if she needed something and offering the dumster to her immediatly. P.J.'s eyes switched to a questioning look, but she didn't move from where she was, staying low as well. She could see now that the female didn't mean any harm. The way she spoke and offered out bluntly her sleeping spot, without going out with a fight or something. She cautiously spoke, a hint of suspicion still in her voice, though it was bold.
"Why would you do such a thing?" She asked curiously, but in more of a demanding way. "I..." She was so tempted to take the dumster from her at first offer, but something made her want to decline the offer, though maybe ask if she could at least share the sleeping space. This female was kind and generous, showing no sign of agression toward her.
"No, I wont take it..." She mumbled, but then she picked her head up at the next words that spilled from the Windhound's mouth. "Ye-es." She replied. "You as well?"
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Post by Icer on Oct 5, 2012 16:24:52 GMT -5
Cue smirked as she saw the change in the female’s expression. She saw that perhaps she wasn’t the aggressive type; only confused like the rest of them, although it was too soon to let her guard down. “Because it took me an hour to cut my losses in trying to find a warm dry place to sleep and come here, and I’m sure I couldn’t be the only one with that dilemma. “Are you sure? I could find a car to sleep in or something. If you want it, it’s yours.” She sat down to listen as the Aussie asked if she had gone through the same experience. “Yes.” She said softly. She paused, offering her a friendly smile. “I’m Cue.”
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Post by Cojo on Oct 5, 2012 16:29:22 GMT -5
Colby awoke with a sudden jolt. He'd been napping as he waited for Dan and Charlie to come home and play with him. They were late tonight. Maybe they'd stopped off somewhere or decided to eat at the bar tonight. They did that sometimes on Fridays. Was today a Friday? Colby couldn't remember. He stood up and stretched, then padded to the window and frowned. It was getting pretty dark out. Even if the guys had stopped somewhere, shouldn't they have been back by now?
A shadow scampered across the yard and Colby gave a little yelp and leapt away from the window. He crashed into the lamp on the magazine table and knocked it over, shattering the bulb and sending the shade spinning dizzily across the floor. Colby cringed.
Aww, man, he whined, tucking his tail between his legs. I was doing so good today...
More time passed and Colby was beginning to get very anxious now. He paced up and down the hallway, in and out of the bedrooms, and around the living room. Finally, he came to a halt in front of the door. It was late, he was hungry, and he needed to relieve himself too. Dan and Charlie had never been this late before.
His growling stomach drove him into the laundry room, where he knew his food was kept. Hoping his masters would be understanding, he gave the heavy bag a shove, tipping it over on its side to spill out over the linoleum. He ate hungrily, then, unable to hold it any longer, did his business in a private corner.
His worry returned. He went back to the window, timidly peeked outside, caught a glimpse of several more eery shapes flitting around, then retreated shaking to Dan's room and squeezed behind the bed. He would hide there until either his owners returned or the light did, and decide what to do from there.
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Post by Lucky4 on Oct 5, 2012 16:33:16 GMT -5
P.J. shook her head quickly, still not relaxed, but definetly not showing any agression since the female hadn't shown any to her. "I'm sure." She replied, not so bold this time, but more in a calm voice with no emotions showing. She watched the female sit and answer her question with a "yes", then introduce herself as "Cue".
Well, I wasn't expecting this... It was nice that there was at least someone out there that wasn't just that greedy and had to chase you off, rather than be your friend, share, offer help, or show any type of kindness.
"P.J.," she replied carefully. "The only thing that I may ask you, is if you would mind sharing this spot?" She asked, ready for any kind of answer back.
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Post by Icer on Oct 5, 2012 16:40:58 GMT -5
“P.J…. Cue repeated quietly. “No, of course I don’t mind, be my guest.” She said, nodding. She crawled under the opposite side of the dumpster as the rain began to pick up, and did her best to shake her coat in the tight space. She would still be on guard that night, but at least she knew someone now in the chaotic world with what looked to be like no humans. She took in a deep breath and tried to get closer to the side of the building to avoid the water splashing her face, though she was stuck where she was, as she was reserving ¾ of the large dumpster for P.J.
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Post by Lucky4 on Oct 5, 2012 16:45:58 GMT -5
"Thank you," P.J. was surprised by Cue's kindness, but took it instantly and nodded. She slid under the dumster and made sure to keep as much as a distance from Cue as possible- as she couldn't be too sure that she was absolutely no threat. She definetly seemed that way though. It was cramped in the space and P.J desperatly wanted to shake her fur, though she didn't try. And every once and a while she would get a few drops of rain on her paw which was half outside of the dumster, or her bck leg. She hoped she wasn't taking too much of the space from Cue -Cue was the bigger dog after all, even if it wasn't by too much.
Soon she drifted off to sleep, forgetting completely to be only in a light sleep and heading into a deep one with dreams.
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Post by sierra on Oct 5, 2012 17:19:58 GMT -5
It happened while her master was rocking on his Lazboy chair with a football game blaring on the television. Cambia was just about to walk over and lay her head on his lap in hopes of getting a treat. Then, just like that, he disappeared. The chair was still rocking, and the television was still blaring, but there was no more human. She cocked her regal head slightly and pranced over to the spot where her human used to reside. Cambia poked the air experimentally with her nose. He was gone. The doberman barked loudly and spun in a circle, trying to gain the attention of her other humans. Hey, your alpha male has just disappeared! She trotted gracefully through the long halls and nudged every door open, checking for any signs of life. In the end, her search was unsuccessful and she collapsed in front of the front door and fell asleep.
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The morning didn't bring back her masters. They were still gone. Cambia stood. *Heck with this. I am done with these guys. If they are going to abandon me for this long, then I am going to leave* The doberman thought and pranced to the spot in the house where she usually snuck out at. It was a screened in porch that was attached to the house. The door leading to this porch had a doggy door attached to it. Cambia slipped through the door and into the porch, heading straight to the right front corner, where she had chewed a hole in the screen long ago. The doberman slipped through this hole and was met outside by rain. The doberman growled unhappily, as her extremely short coat didn't allow for much warmth. Cambia stalked through the streets and noticed immediately that the humans had disappeared here too. Everyone was gone, except for the dogs and cats.
The doberman's stomach suddenly growled and rumbled, causing further discomfort to the dog. Cambia's mood darkened further and she finally reached a huge, multi story building, full of mini shops containing people cloths and human children toys. The people weren't tumbling through the hallways in this massive building like they normally did. Instead, the people were replaced by dogs, and a lot of them. They all were in bad moods as well and they all ganged up on the dobie to try to kick her out. Cambia's hackles raised and she bared her long, hard, hazardous teeth. She sent out a growl and stalked forward, nipping at all the dogs who dared to try and push her out of the building. None of the dogs seriously challenged her, rather excepted her into the building. Maybe she could help push others out of the building when they came? Cambia refused to participate with the dogs around her, and instead grabbed a hold of a sweatshirt from the racks of people cloths. She dragged it to a corner and dropped it on the ground. She then proceeded to spin in slow tiny circles, effectively rolling the sweatshirt into an effective dog bed. Cambia plopped down on the human cloth with a sigh and wondered when her next meal would be.
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Post by Epithet on Oct 6, 2012 0:07:50 GMT -5
Wrecker, had marked his territory, his wounds were healed or healing. The few dogs that had smelled the remaining food, had either died, or gotten lucky and escaped with something of a life.
He felt bad, after, he always did. He didn't want to hurt or worse, any dog. It was just how he was. No he thought, it wasn't his fault, It was theirs, the humans. They had made him like this. They had trained him to fight at the first sight of another dog. He never set out to do it, even when the other dogs came searching for food, he had wanted them to come. He had smelled them, even wagged his tail a bit.
But... When he first got sight of them, it was like a switch, he was gone, and Wrecker was there. Wrecker.. his human name, a good one too. He didn't know where all the humans had gone, and he wasn't sure he cared. He was sure the name he was given was going to live up to its name. Wrecker, it was going to be a symbol, because of the humans any chance of a life with others of his kind was WRECKED!!
He howled then, out into the city, A howl of rage, of despair, of longing and pain. He howled a warning to stay away, for he was a monster, and a killer, and many, many things that got lost has he broke down and wept as only dogs can, for the first time in his life.
Later he slept. It was the strange dream again. With the almost dog like creatures. They would howl and yip under a large moon. The sand and scrub stretched beyond, they were together, yet did not tear and rip at each other. How was that possible? Then a figure approached him. He was larger than her, and tensed. Then he realized there was no urge, no Wrecker here.
It was a female, both like and unlike the others, it was like she was part whatever they were, and part dog, then he stumbled, he knew her. From far away, he remembered her scent. This was his mother!
She nuzzled him gently, and for the first time he felt a sense of peace fill his mind. " Be at ease my pup. Your road will be long, it will be hard, but if you try. If you truly want to be something other then you are, then it is possible. You can not run with this type of pack, you are to far removed. But you may find others in need of your strength, if you can temper you rage. Remember you are not what you were made, but what you make yourself...
... The rain woke him, *what a nice dream* he thought. * Maybe I can change* He looked back into his cage, then looked around. There were to many bad memory's here. Too much blood. He turned to the broken gate, and pushed his way through.
There was an old dog there, Drawn to the smell of blood and food. He felt the wrecker part of himself roar into his head. Almost he lashed out, almost, he tore into the old dog with thought. Almost he added another kill to the long list of mindless killings. Almost... But he didn't... it was a close thing to be sure, a part of him wanted to, a part of him needed to, that was the worst.
There was however another part now, a part he had never let out. a small kernel of will, he had kept hidden. This he marshaled, and with shadowy strides harried and diverted the rage of the Wrecker in his mind. He stood there, his scared body shaking with pent up fury and willful exertions, until after a minute a two, it passed.
He still wanted to kill the old dog, in part at least, but no longer was there blinding rage. He suspected he would always have to fight this urge. He knew now though that he could. He might not always succeed, but he would sometimes, that would have to be enough.
He shook the rain from his body, then turned away from the old dog. "There's food in there, get your fill. I wouldn't stay long, others will come...
... Also I cant promise i wont kill you if i come back. Your the first dog Ive let live, id hate to ruin that."
The old dog cringed at his voice, then slunk toward the broken fence, to hungry to run. Quietly he asked "Who are you?"
Still not looking, not taking any chances, Wrecker answered "Wrecker.... no wait, that's not who i am anymore. He's still here, will always be, but i am more then just that... Call me Shadow Stride"
The old dog blinked in confusion " i don't understand."
Shadow Stride, barked in laughter, "im not sure i do either, but im going to find out." With that he padded off into the rain and the city.
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Post by Cojo on Oct 6, 2012 12:56:09 GMT -5
Morning came and went and Colby's humans still had not returned. He ate a little more food and drank out of the toilet bowl. By midafternoon, his worry drove him frantic; he raced through the house, knocking over and breaking things as he went: Charlie's nightstand, the coatrack, two kitchen chairs, another lamp. How could they do this to him?!! How could they just leave him?!!
Eventually, he exhausted himself and slept. Fortunately, he saved himself another terror-filled night of eery shadows and imagined sounds and didn't wake till morning again. It was his third day alone. He had to face the facts. Dan and Charlie weren't coming back this time. Colby was on his own.
Accepting that made it easier to think, somehow. Colby knew he couldn't stay in the house anymore. His food was nearly gone. He had to get outside. Well, that was easily resolved. He padded to the window, then hesitated. He'd never smashed something on purpose before, so this was rather novel to him. He shook his head, then tucked his paws and jumped through the window. He landed outside with a small thud, glass sprinkling around him. His cheeks and muzzle stung from various small cuts, but he was otherwise alright. The grass was wet; it had rained last night. Colby glanced around. There wasn't a person in sight, though animals were running rampant. Feeling a little lost and a lot confused, he trotted off down the middle of the street, tags jingling merrily on his dark blue collar.
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Post by Lucky4 on Oct 7, 2012 18:14:10 GMT -5
P.J. woke up the next day, here eyelids flicking open quickly. She had slept hard and well, though she was completely helpless if anything had challenged her. She quickly looked toward Cue, the Silken Windhound that she had met last night-she had to remindg herself of that. She stood and wiggled out from underneath the dumster, glancing back, but shaking her head. She sighed and trotted down the alley. Half of her hoped she would have grouped together with Cue. To see if they could trust eachother and perhaps get to the bottom of whatever was going on. Try to make sence off things. But, the other half told her to stay away from her. She wasn't to be trusted. No one was... She picked up her pace to a fast jog down the street, eyes searching around the deserted city with sadness, but a glimmer of hope that maybe she could find someone or something to tell her or help her to know what had happened. Or at least help her cope... No, she could cope on her own. She had to keep telling herself this.
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Post by sierra on Oct 8, 2012 16:16:01 GMT -5
Cambia woke up slowly and lazily. The dogs that she had met last night lay all about, sleeping and snoring. The sleek doberman stood and left the building. She didn't like this crowd, as they were pretty cruel. Clicking, Cambia's nails hit the concrete loudly, and the sound seemed to echo with the unusual silence.
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Post by Icer on Oct 8, 2012 18:13:32 GMT -5
Cue’s ear flicked that morning, hearing a rustle around her. Her eyes half opened to watch P.J. leave, however the thought didn’t quite register in her mind. She hadn’t slept that night, and when she did, it was light and short-lived; a dreamless sleep. Now it was morning and she knew she needed more sleep to function properly that day.
She was fully awake no more than an hour later, bones aching, and her coat a sooty grey from the blacktop. She was wet, and the afternoon sun had already risen over New York. She could feel the sun already warming the asphalt, sending waves of heat bouncing back at her, making the air humid and her fur raggedy. She felt like a mess, and was determined to find water to clean herself up. She then remembered watching P.J. leave earlier, and wondered if she had slept better than she did. Probably so, as it would be hard to have slept any worse than she herself had.
She crawled out from underneath the dumpster, looking and feeling like a wreck. She shook herself off, then proceeded to trot down the main street. It was just as chaotic as it had been the day before, and worse. Dogs were fighting over the remains of an animal that she couldn’t even make out. Probably a small dog. The poor thing.
Cue didn’t know where she was heading that morning, but wherever it was, it had to be away from here. This place was awful.
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Post by sierra on Oct 8, 2012 20:36:27 GMT -5
Cambia's head was held high as she sniffed out her way through the streets. She soon found a large street, which her humans had referred to as 'Main Street'. She trotted down the middle of the lane easily, noting that many others were doing the same. A Silken Windhound was trotting ahead of her a ways. She looked miserable. Other dogs were fighting and snarling at each other viciously. One Labrador decided that Cambia and gotten a little too close to him and he snapped. The male angrily lunged towards her, his jaws wrapping around her top loin area. The doberman snarled and grabbed his throat, shaking him then discarding him on the side of the road. The lab's body laid motionless, lifeless. She snorted and moved on. "That's what ya get." She mumbled, but she felt pretty bad about it on the inside. This situation, however, was clearly becoming a do or die type. Do fight, do kill, do live. Don't and die.
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Post by Cojo on Oct 8, 2012 20:40:08 GMT -5
Colby headed down the street in the direction Dan and Charlie usually drove to work. In the absence of humans, animals reigned. And dogs were at the top of the food chain. The bigger ones, that is. Everywhere he looked, he saw dogs, former pets like himself, snapping and snarling and growling. The few cats and toy breeds that weren't in hiding served as meals for these canines. Fortunately, they gave Colby a wide berth, his size discouraging them from bothering him.
Then he spied a dog coming down the street towards him who somehow stood out from the others. It was a small red Aussie and she wasn't fighting, for one. She was gazing around with a kind of lost, confused look in her eyes that he immediately related to. He hesitated, wondering whether to go up to her, then gathered his courage, assuring himself that she was so much smaller she couldn't possibly hurt him if she tried.
"Um...hi," he said nervously. "Are you...uh, I'm Colby and...um, my people have disappeared. And...everybody else's, I think?"
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