Dedicated to Superfan44, who came up with the original concept for this story.
There were days where Mark Cullens loved his job. Today was not one of those days. He supposed it could have been worse, he could have had the night shift, but the early morning shift wasn't much better. He was still really tired, and other people were heading to work, which made navigating his delivery truck through the business section a little more tricky. He was considering whether to turn the radio on when he heard a sound. Did a nearby truck backfire? Then came a sound that was definitely an explosion. He slowed down a bit, just in case. Maybe he was being paranoid, but ever since the Battle of New York a lot of people had done worse. A car passed by him, he kept an eye on it even though he hadn't heard any other noises. Unfortunately, he was so busy keeping an eye on the passing car that he didn't notice the white dog running out of an alley and across the street until he had almost run over it. He slammed on the brakes, even though he knew there was no way he could stop in time, but maybe with luck the dog would only get some broken...
Next thing he knew he was waking up on a stretcher in considerable pain. There were sirens blaring, making his headache even worse. He groaned, blinking against the sunlight.
"He's awake," someone shouted, or at least that's what the pain said it was. He let his head roll to the side, and he saw his truck lying on it's side, the front crumpled in. How'd that happen, he wondered. He focused what little energy he had left on trying to remember. Just before he passed out, he remembered the last thing he heard before waking up. A bark.