It's a Road Rover fanfic like you've never read before!
I do not own Road Rovers or any of the characters.
Clarissa is the one and only character that is owned by me.
CLARISSA.
PROLOGUE.
Clarissa franticly typed in the coordinates to the ordered location as another bomb demolished another part of her home/breeding center.
"Ok boys, time to leave your paradise and on to another hopefully better life!" She said into a large carrier crate containing a Border Terrier, a German Shepherd and a Great Dane.
"I'm sorry but it's become too dangerous here now!"
Clarissa loaded the crate onto the transporter and pushed the button, she watched the crate disappear and ran to the kennel. She nearly fell over as another blast shook the entire center; she checked every single one of the cages making sure they were all empty.
Clarissa managed to get every single one of the dogs to safe places and now she had one more crate to transport. She ran back to where she was and turned to her mongrel who had the face and body of a Bloodhound, the legs and tail of a Pointer and the ears of a Cocker Spaniel.
"Cooter, I know this is hard but we have to get them out of here and the transporter only has enough power to make one last delivery!"
Cooter whined and whimpered.
"I know, but we have to save them instead of ourselves!"
She unlocked the cage and they looked in to see a Golden Retriever mother and a litter of hers and Cooter's 7 six-week-old pups.
"Say goodbye to your wife and kids boy, this may be the last time you'll ever see them!" Clarissa said to her mutt.
Cooter licked one of his pups who was his and Clarissa's favorite and he and his wife touched noses in a goodbye kiss, this moment broke Clarissa's heart but this had to be done. Another bomb blast broke the moment and Clarissa acted quickly, she put the crate on the transporter and typed in the coordinates.
COUNRTY: United States.
STATE: Wyoming.
LOCATION: Farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.
Clarissa pushed the button and she and Cooter watched with sadness as the crate disappeared, she turned to Cooter and looked him in the eyes.
"Cooter, there's a 99 chance we won't make it out alive. But that doesn't mean we'll be forgotten as the worlds best world-class dog breeder and her lovable mutt. So whatever happens let's not forget the wonderful years we've had together."
The Pointer Bloodhound Spaniel mix gave a short bark and licked the young girl's face.
"That's my boy."
Another blast shook the ground and they scattered around franticly searching for an exit, but only found them blocked by pieces of the ceiling and ibeams. Cooter barked wildly as he felt the floor shake under his paws; the explosions were getting more chain reactive and violent.
Clarissa fell on the floor from the shakes and tried to get up, Cooter looked up and spotted a broken ibeam plunging straight for his master, he charged and shoved her out of the way with his head. Clarissa was stunned and had no idea what happened until she heard a sickening sound; she shifted her position and screamed as she saw her beloved Cooter dead with an ibeam through him.
She saw the floor crumble and split open right under her feet, she tried to grab hold of something sturdy but fell into the ground with the remains of her home.
"Coooteeeeerrrrrrrrrr!!" Clarissa screamed as she plunged into the earth and into complete blackness.