Okay, I know so far it's not been connected to the original series, and I'm not saying it's going to be, but, I threw in an extra bit at the end to give you a bit more appetite.
He walked calmly along the streets, not a sound. The powerfully built dog striding alongside him was just a quiet. He glanced around; his big green eyes scanning his surroundings suspiciously and they world seemed to hold baited breath.
It was too quiet, Dan knew it, and even Dragoon knew it. The pair of them made quite a site, Dan in his brown combat jeans, black top, forest camouflage jacket, and dark brown buzz-cut hair looked like he'd just stepped out an old war movie. While Dragoon his menacing canine could only whimper and cower behind him. The sound of footsteps drew nearer and nearer.
Dan glanced round nervously, he could swear he spotted a figure up on the roof of a building, but, when he glanced back, it had vanished! Dan knew what was going on, he was being hunted.
He'd have to lose them, whoever they were. He stepped into the shadows, Dragoon obediently following. Dan ran swiftly and silently under cover, all the while wondering where his invisible enemy was. He leaned down to Dragoon and whispered in his ear, "Where are they, boy?"
Dragoon seemed to understand and glanced behind them and to the right, holding back whimpers of fear. Dan patted his dog on the side, "Good boy."
He'd have to make a run for it, seemed that the hunters were behind him and to the right, if he ran left now he had a chance of getting away. It was now or never!
Suddenly, the silence around him seemed to explode in a fury of noise. Dragoon bolted left, but, Dan glanced around, out of hiding places he'd never thought of looking a group of agile children jumped forward. They had blue face-paint under their eyes and on their fore-heads which made them look threatening.
They all carried some sort of light weaponry; from lead pipes to baseball bats, these guys meant business. With a chilling war cry from the leader, a tall, heavily built boy with long brown hair, they sprung into action. They leapt from rooftops to the ground unlike humans, they seemed more savage and animalistic than any other tribe Dan had ever laid eyes on, and they were after him!
He sprung up and pelted down the road to his left, following Dragoon as closely as he could, the blue-faced warriors hot on his heels. He wanted to cry out, but, knew it would be a waste of energy, no one would hear him. He dived down an alleyway after his dog, hoping to lose the devils that pursued him. Dragoon had gone, no sign of him, but, he heard the hunters, closing in all around him, this was it, the end!
A hand reached out from a window of one of the buildings next to him, he reached up and grabbed it, and he struggled to pull himself up onto the narrow ledge of the windowsill. He tried to open the window further, but, it caught on something, he rattled it with all his might, but, it wouldn't budge, his mysterious savoir had gone, but, then a metal pole crashed through the window from the inside, almost knocking Dan off, he grabbed the pole and pulled himself through the broken window.
He stood up and brushed himself off, he had broken glass sticking out of him, but, otherwise he was alive. He looked up to see his rescuer; he was a tall, lean boy with a pointed face. He looked like he'd not eaten for a while and was thinner than Danny remembered him, but, there was no doubt about it, it was Louie, his best friend.
"Louie, I thought you were-" Danny started, but, Louie's smile dropped and he pushed his hand over Dan's mouth to silence him before pointing out of the window.
They looked down in the street below to see the evil hunters below. "Where are they?" belted the powerful leader.
"I'm not sure, Boss." A small child with spiky blonde hair spoke out.
This earned the kid a smack around the ear. "You're not sure!" The Boss cried out, "A man can't vanish into thin air, spread out and find him!"
Danny's heart seemed to speed up, shouting out for all to hear where he was. The small blonde boy was attempting to open the door to the house he and Louie were in, but, by some miracle it seemed he couldn't open it.
"This blasted thing won't open!" The boy called out.
A tall boy with spiky black hair, a pale face and a mean, superior look about him walked over to the boy and planted a hand on his shoulder, "Lewis, if you can't open that door, what makes you think he could?"
Lewis realising his mistake and quickly dashed off to search the house next door; Dan let out a sigh of relief. Louie took his hand away, but, motioned for Dan to stay quiet. "Who are they?" Dan asked.
"They call themselves the Street Panthers. They were formed a few days after you left. You'll want to stay out of their way." Louie whispered, "You shouldn't have come back, this whole place is a war zone! The Street Panthers and the Bloodhounds are fighting for control constantly; if you're not with them they pick you off and hunt you down. Everyone else is just trying to get out of this hell hole."
Dan knew his old friend was right, he should have never returned, "So," he said, "How do we get out?"
Louie sighed before his shaking his head, "We don't. Anyone who's made a run for it has been found dead the next day; we're not going to get out alive!"
Louie realised he was raising his voice and fell silent again, running a hand through his short black hair. He signed before saying, "I'm glad you did come back, now, I've got someone else to help me."
Dan frowned slightly, "Help you with what?"
Louie smiled again, "My own suicide mission, I'm either getting out or I'll die trying!"
Dan smiled back, but, deep down he was saddened. Louie had always been determined, but, it sounded like he was planning to do the impossible. He'd heard of tribes like the Street panthers, delusional nut-jobs with images of power and chaos. He'd only just escaped another tribe like the Street Panthers in a city not to far away, The Locos or something, that's what they'd called themselves. But, these Street panthers were different. They were cold-blooded killers, they planned through they death of their opponent, they didn't parade down the main road in a police car, they were silent and unpredictable, he'd much rather have fared his chances with the Locos.
