Thunder was cornered in an alley. There was no way out. He snarled at the people coming near him, missing arms, legs, and and blood spilling out of thier body. He was part German Sheperd, part Grey Wolf. He had the instincts, cunning, and muscle of a wolf, but he had the mind and heart of a dog. These people, he really hated them. He could smell that there was something very wrong with them, because they smelled like they were sick. He could see it in thier behavior, too. Right when they were about to grab him, he heard a BANG BANG BANG! and the people who were trying to grab him fell to the ground. A man walked over to Thunder, holding his hand out. Thunder's wolf instincts told him the man was untrustworthy, bu his heart just wanted to be with a normal human, to be fed, and petted, and provided for. He reluctantly sniffed the man's hand, and let the man move his hand to scratch him on the head. Oh,yeah. that felt good.
"Are you hungry? Want something to eat?" the man said. This man actually started to seem trustworthy. "What's your name?" the man asked, as he reached for the torn leather collar around Thunder's neck, where there was a tag, and a little heart. Thunder started to smell the sadness coming off of the man, as he read the tag. It read:
THUNDER
WILLIAM
When the man opened the little heart trinket, his eyes started to make the liquid that fell down his face, just like with William. The man said something surprising.
"Come on, Thunder. Wanna come with me, boy?" the man pleaded, as he kneeled down on one knee. Thunder gladly went over to the man, knowing that he wasn't lying, or Thunder would be able to smell it. The man said "Good boy!" and scratched Thunder behind the ears, in that magic spot. Every human he had ever come across knew right where to scratch him. Thunder walked right next to the man, following him until he reached the woods. Then, suddenly, Thunder smelled something familiar. It wasn't a dog, or a wolf. It smelled... more like... a bobcat! His pupils went thin, and the hairs on his neck raised. The bobcat lunged at Thunder, knocking him off balance. The bobcat got a good slash onto Thunder's side, causing blood to start gushing out. The last thing he remembered was the same BANG BANG BANG that saved him earlier, and then, Thunder blacked out.
(Warning! I will be writing the rest of the chapter, along with all the other chapters.)
3 days later,
The first thing that I remember was the different smell. There was clearly more than one person around me, and then there was a familiar smell... The man! The one that saved me from the evil people! Then, my eyes opened slowly, and, sure enough, the man was there.
"Thunder! You're awake!" the man said, as he scratched me right behind the ear, right where I love it. Yes! Magic! I tried to get up, but my legs weren't working. Stupid legs. What happened to them. Then the immense pain came to me. It hurt almost as bad as when that damn bobcat tried to eat me! Then, my memories started to come back. Oh, Yeah! It was the damn bobcat's fault. Have I said how much I hate cats. Except for the little baby ones. Those, I don't mind that much. The man had set me down by a fireplace. How did that happen? When did I let him pick me up? Whatever. Who am I to question things like that.
The man had set down a bone in front of me. Whatever, it's just a-Wait, a BONE? Awesome! I haven't had a bone since I was a puppy! While I chew on it, though, I wanna listen to what that man is talking about.
"Yeah, we used the transmittor we found in that abandoned police station, and I made contact with the U.S. Pacific fleet. they said they'd send a smaller boat over and get us tommorow at noon, but they'll only be able to wait for 10 minutes, tops. I'm going. You should, too. Especially if you want that mutt of yours to survive." The other man said
A mutt? Well I never! That is very rude, Mr. I don't know you! If my legs were working, and not stuck, I'd... well... I don't know, really. Anyway.
"Come on, Bill. In his state, how is he gonna come? Thunder is my pal. He wouldn't last a day, out there, and you know it!" My guy said.
"Jim, there is a car parked over a couple blocks from here. There are no infected near there, so you can get the car, and drive the three of us to the docks."The guy apparently named Bill said. I can smell the frustration coming off of him. That's not a good sign. My guy, I'm assuming who's named Jim, kneeled down in front of me. Bill had left. That's good. I don't really like him, even though I think he fixed me.
"You wanna come with us, Thunder? We can be safe!" he asked in a kind tone. I licked his face. As long as I'm with you!
"Shhhhh. You can't bark in here, ok?"
Wait, I barked? Huh. Have I mentioned that I can be absent minded?
The next day,
I was in the backseat of a minivan. How did I get here? What happened? Whatever. Ooooh! My bone! I don't care where I am, as long as I have Jim and my bone.
HHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
What the hell was that? I smell the salty water that William always told me not to drink from, but what was that noise? Well, I'm not letting go of my bone now. What is that noise? And what's with the shouting? Can't a dog chew a bone in peace and quiet? Is that Jim's voice? Who is that person that opened the trunk? Oh, Hi Jim. That smell... The evil people! What are they doing here? I thought the magical BANG BANG BANG had killed them! Woah, Jim easy, it hurts when you carry me while running!
"All Right, Let's move out!" someone said. Woah! I don't like the swaying land thingy we're on! Get me off!
"It's Okay now! We're safe... for now." Jim said, scratching me behind the ear again.
"All right! Captian says we're going to be joining the fleet before nightfall, so until then, you can come on inside." The man said." What's you're name?" Jim asked the man.
"I'm Dylan, You?" Dylan said.
"Ummm.. I'm Jim nice to meet you. Is there a place I could set him down? Like a bed maybe?" Jim asked. Man, Jim. You always ask the right question.
"Yeah, right in here, Dylan said as he opened a hatch that led to the inside of the boat. In the inside, there were, like 10 beds! I still have my bon-Wait a minute! Where'd it go? Oh, Thank the Moon, Dylan! You have it. This bed is comfy. Dylan! Give me my bone!
"Thunder, stop that! No scratching people!" Jim said in a not-so-nice tone. I was scratching Dylan? I had no idea! He got the idea, though! I just wanted my bone!
"It's okay, I don't really mind. Here you go, dude!" Dylan said putting the bone next to me. Dude? I've never been called that before. William used to call his friends that, but he said it nicely, so I'm gonna assume it is nice. I was actually very content, and I let everyone know it with a triumphant sigh. Jim and Dylan's conversation was slowly getting quieter, and I drooled a little.
