The brown and black dog slowly wandered the streets. Not really going anywhere in any time. The only thing he had planned was to get out of the area. Get away from his master.

His master. Turner, the guy who gave him the scar that lay under his eye like a scratch. First being beat, then shot. The only thing that saved his life was the noise at the front door that made his head turn making the bullet just miss him by an mm.

Slowly he walked down a bright street then sat in front of an apartment building. Looking around he saw a black car come strolling down the street. Turning around he went inside a shadow held by a tree.

The car kept on driving like the dog was nowhere near. Stupid master. He never really did have good eyesight.

Deciding it was safe to be in the shadows the dog rested his head on his paws and closed his eyes slightly letting sleep descend over him.

I know this is short but it's only the dialog. It will get longer and better in the next chapters. Promise! Oh yeah, R&R.