Hey guys! How are you? No I'm just joking. This story might be a little strange. My English is not that good. Okay. Is not good at all, but who cares? Right?

Where is she?...

Where is SHE?...

But then…...

Who is SHE?...

Sam….

Samantha…

Her sweet, lovely name replays,

Samantha…..

Samantha….

Her sweet, lovely name replays, in my head,

Samantha…

Samantha…

Her sweet, lovely name replays, in my head, slowly killing me,

Samantha…..

Samantha…..

Like I killed her.

It was a normal day. At least for me it was. I woke up, in a small twin sized bed. I looked down at the small dog bed covered in tan and black fur. It also had a layer of dust. I looked over at the wall, there stood a small table and two chairs, also covered in dust. I looked at the window, the only window that hasn't been broken. I looked by the door, a small area on the floor looked like it was burned. The dust did not lay in the area, nor the areas where shoeprints and large paw prints were located. I looked at the small bed I was in. The bed was nicely made, other than the top blanket. I had moved it in my sleep. I patted out any wrinkles, and coughing back up that dust that had came from under the covers. It hurt my throat, and made it to where it felt like I couldn't breathe. But that's what I get, for messing up Samantha's bed….No, just a little girl's bed. That's all it was. But then, in my deep thought, I was awakened, by a loud noise coming from near the door. Blue-ish lighting came from nowhere followed by a man. He had blonde hair, and a U.S.A. uniform, what kind, I would never know. I did not read English very well, I knew how to speak it easily, but never knew how to read it. He had the usual dazed looked. He walked around the room slowly and looked around with panic, most likely, in his mind. This was not the first time I have seen this man. Three other men would magically come as well. Wait.

No. Him, two men, and a monster, would magically appear than disappear. I would watch them carefully, I would make no movement at all. Last time I did I was shot at by a Russian. It was scary. I dislike being shot at, but isn't everyone? Again, I drifted into thought. And again, I was awakening from it.

"OH MY GOD!" The man looked fine now, but that wasn't the confusing part. The fact that he was still here, in her room. The man took a few steps before tripping over the small table, nearly crushing it, and sending all the dust bunnies into the air. I startled to my feet, again, messing up the blanket. I was alert, ready to do whatever the man wanted me to do. I was always like that. Doing whatever someone wanted me to do, of course they had to say a trigger word, but I was desperate to do something other than checking if the men were handling themselves or if they need an extra hand with the zombies, I jumped up ready for an order. But then I realized the man was looking at me with anger, but I felt his true feeling of fear. He was not going to command me, he was going to run away, or just sit there on the ground like an idiot.

"I-I mean no harm." He said in a rough, deep voice, most likely his normal voice than his scream-like-a-girl-and-run voice. I stared at him, and he stared at me. He slowly moved his hand close to his gun. I stood there. A gun, the gun he was reaching to very slowly, he means no harm my ass. I've notice this about this man. He wasn't very clever, nor could he remember anything before we first meet-first time I saw him, I should say. I was in thought again, and like so whenever I drift into thought, I was awaken from it. I looked up to see a barrel to my nose, his finger was on the trigger. My body wanted to just leap at him and hope I would scare him before he had time to react, but my mind knew I was to slow to pull that off. So I sat still, my breath coming back to me after hitting the barrel.

Like always I drifted into thought, was this the end? After for so long I have been helping him and the others, he will repay me by shooting me? Well, he did shoot my kind, mostly because my kind wanted him and the others dead. But, I would help them, even that damn monster they call a doctor. And if it wasn't for me being nice, they would not be alive still. As I continued to think over and over how much I've helped them, the sound of the door being slammed into was not a brother, until the man shouted,

"WHY WON'T THIS DAMN DOOR OPEN!" I looked up at the man slamming himself into the door, trying to open it. I watched in amusement. The trick was to UNLOCK it, and would open when you turned the handle. I laid back down, only to stand back up and start taking out flaws in the cover. Once it was flawless, I jumped down from the bed. I know I would mess it up again if I stayed any longer on it. I turned to look at the man who was still trying to push the locked door open. He threw out a lot of curse words, and the monster's name. I'm not sure why, but like me, he hated the monster. But unlike me, he knew nothing about the monster's past. But beside the matter, that's why I liked this man more than the others. I hate the monster, you hate the monster, let's be friends. That's how I viewed him.

To my surprise the man just shut down after a few more tries. He flopped down onto the ground and lends up ageist the wall. He was panting like a hot dog and was sweating like crazy. I found this disgustly attractive. Strange, never actually got this close to them before, so I would never know how wonderful these men are. I set one foot out in front of another until I was close to him. His smell was blood covered, but he still had normal human smell. I got a little closer, blood stains were on his shirts and pants, but they were faded like they had been washed a couple of times. But they could not be cause of the way they smelled, and compared to the human, they smelt quite nice, a little. I came a little closer my legs stood only a few inches away from his legs. I lowered my head and went to sniff the hand that held the gun. I put my nose on it. I should haven't done that.

"I gottcha!" The man said while he swiftly grabbed my nose. He snagged one of my feet with his other hand. I went into panic mode and jumped away, only to have the man shove me into the ground. His upper half held down more than half of my body. He covered my eyes. I calmed down.

"I can't believe it. I just downed a hellhound with my own bare hands!" I had to say, I claimed defeat too soon, for a hellhound. I was held down for a long time before the man lifted his body of mine. I stayed on the ground knowing he would react by slamming me back down. I looked up at him without moving my head. I was still panting from the panic attack but not too loud. I heard the man laugh in his pride and started to work on the puzzle of opening the door. I lifted my head to get a better look at him once again. He was now twisting the handle and was putting pressure on the door. I sat up so I was not on my side, and continued watching him. After awhile, and few more curse words from the man, I decided I needed to help him out just one more time.

I lifted to my paws with ease and walked over to the crushed table and slid one of the pieces over to reveal a small brass key with a heart shape tap with a small picture of a teddy bear faded on it. I held it in between my teeth. I turned my head slowly to see the man ram into the door, now more mad than before. I was not amused this time around. I was quite annoyed by his stupidity. I turned my whole body around and shook my head. I walked over to him and watched him hit the door some more before he noticed me.

"What the hell do you want?...Huh? A key? Well, that explains it!" Rudely, he snatched the key from my mouth. I wanted to growl but I know he would just shoot me, so I kept quite. He unlocked the door and smacked it open.

"WAH!" Another man's voice came from the backside of the door that was just smacked open. The U.S.A. man walked right out not caring about the 'buddy' he just crushed. I took a few steps out of the room. The door was closed behind me. I flipped right around. The man was a short man, he was bleeding a little from the head wound that his 'buddy' gave him. He looked at me. He was calm, and quite easy around me. He wasn't scared to look me dead in the eye. He's at ease aura calmed my nerves as well.

"Hey Tak, stop trying to scare the hellhound!"

"I'm not. It is not attacking, nor moving. It is relaxed."

"Okay. I don't care. Come on and help us!"

"Yes." The man walked by me and I let my eyes fallow. Do I dare to leave this spot? Go with the two men? I would surely have to see the monster and the Russian. But what is there to lose? I helped the American, no? He would pay me back by protecting me. Or the quiet man would help. I decide to fallow the footsteps that had a faint human scent trail. But soon after the footsteps disappeared, the scent of blood was powerful. Humans couldn't smell it that much but my nose would often wrinkle to over whelming scent. I walked into a large room with zombies.

They would never dare attack a hellhound. It was something that was put into their dead minds. Hellhounds don't like being hit or smacked, and would often steal your soul from your body if did so. Though they were dead, who wants to go to hell? No one. I somehow managed to push and shove my way into the horde of zombies. I, trying to not get trampled, notice one of the men down on the ground, the Russian. Should have known. When human stench turns to vodka, it's the Russian. I had to take of some zombie legs before I was able to get out of the crowd. I came up to the Russian. He wasn't moving, his eyes were closed, but he was breathing. The men looked like they were having a hard time with the zombies, too busy to help their 'buddy'. I had to help out….but how? I was a hellhound…but that meant I was strong.

I snapped my jaws on his scarf and tugged on him. He was a lot heavier than I was planning but, hey I got him to move….two centimeters. I tugged and tugged on him until he was safely away from the zombies. I left go of him and took a small breath before running out again to get up ageist the leg of the short quiet man. I alarmed him of his down 'buddy'. He wasn't too happy about it. He just stood there, and shook his head. I helped him out with zombies before heading over to the American. I alarmed him and he fallowed me over to the Russian.

While he was reviving the Russian, I was busy tearing my way into respect from these men who approved of me at killing the zombies. Once the Russian was up, we all broke different ways to break up the group of zombies. Some where even coming after me. I was killing them, but not with ease. It was getting harder and harder the more I attacked. My body was filling up with pain, mostly my right back leg. My jaws were cramping and my claws were getting snag by the belts and clothing of the zombies pulling back like human nails. I couldn't help it. I hurtled the men together, and left the monster out, who came over by himself. I howled a loud howl. Then it all went into a fog. The zombies confused by my turn of sides, and worried. My children always did what mother told them.

Soon the room was filled in flaming pups. They ran around attacking the large group of zombies. One by one they were falling down to my pups. It was when they attacked, I realized how much they all had grown. I started to feel a little fear coming from the men. Yes, they were attacked themselves. But seeing what they could REALLY do, was freighting. My children were allowed to attack the zombies with full force. I watched, making sure no of them would get too close to the humans. Once my pups were done with their massacre, only one stayed behind. The men were taken by surprised. I walked over to the pup, so much smaller than the others. I liked the top of its head and held it. Though it was only in my head, I said in my voice.

"Sweet, sweet little teddy bear."