Pilot
This is 's journal. If you're reading this, then I'm likely dead. Let's begin our journey when I was only a year old pup. It was a dark, gloomy night at the Sunny Meadows Shelter, and I wasn't adopted. I had not been adopted due to my freak abilities, and more dogs were being brought to the shelter, I was being euthanized.
May 12, 2000.
I waited in a tiny, dark, cold, and moldy cell. Tonight I was to be euthanized. Nobody wanted to adopt a freak like myself, thus I was worthless to the operators of the pound. I decided there was no need to resist; nobody wants me, I am a monster. I curled upon my bedding area, and thought of the more pleasant thoughts I had. A car quickly pulled into the lot, and somebody went inside with hurry. I paid the event no mind. Wet footsteps could be heard from the cage, and the kinder operator saying 'This must be done' The key was inserted in the lock, and the clicking echoed throughout the pound. The rain started to pound down, and being an outside cage, I soaked. The needle pierced my skin, and I jumped a slight bit. As a mere amount of the chemicals were ejected in my being, a voice yelled 'stop it, I'm here for Peabody!'. They stopped, but everything began to haze and soon lost consciences.
I wake up to find myself in what appears to be a cage. I see somebody sitting directly in front of the cage's door, but paying no mind to me. There is a sudden push to my right, and the girl unbuckles. She turns, and leaves the car. I hear a door behind me open, and the cage move upwards. The cage swayed back and forth as they carried me up a stone path way. I hear the clicking of a key as it's inserted in the door. I move forward, and then the move me up a flight of stairs to a rom, the woman who had been carrying me sat the cage down, shut the door, and looked in at me and said "Hello ."
TO BE CONTINUED.
