(I did a quick edit of this chapter, so if there are any mistakes I missed don't be afraid to point them out. Also new Character. An OC i made up just for this story!)

The sun beat down on the sandy beach as bird calls filled the air. The waves calmly flowed up and down the shore. Everything was in it's place, except for the washed-up pup laying in the sand. Tainting the perfection of the setting.

A few hours pass before the pup stirs. First his eyes open, before squinting against the sudden light. He attempted to stand up, but his body protested. Everything ached, but he knew he had to find out where he was. Through the pain, he forced himself to stand up. Taking a look around to gather in his surroundings.

He was on a beach, looking down the stretch of it he could tell that where ever he was, it a pretty big. A short walk from the water was the start of a great forest. The trees and bushes were everywhere and made entrance from this point nearly impossible. Rocky shivered, thinking of what could be lurking around in there.

The pain slowly faded as his body got used to standing again. He looked behind at the ocean. There was nothing else visible from this side of the island. Fear began to sink in as he realized just how lost he was. He tried to remember what happened but what he could remember didn't help. He could remembered the wave hitting them, being knocked off of Zuma's hovercraft, and the wave throwing him away from them. The wave dragged him underwater. I should have never taken that scuba gear off. He thought to himself. He tried multiple times to get back to the surface but the strength of the waves kept pushing him under. The burning pain in his lungs was the most vivid part of his memories. His muscles soon burned just as bad as his lungs. He could feel his strength fading along with his vision. It wasn't long until he blacked out. Then he woke up on this beach.

He sighed as he attempted to walk. Not much pain but it felt weird, then it hit him. He still had his Pup-Pack, which means he still had his collar. He felt stupid for not realizing sooner. He hoped that his pup pack was still functional. "Ruff! Ruff! Claw arm!" To his surprise the arm actually extended from his pup pack, although a little stiff. He went to turn on his pup tag to see if he could contact anyone, but it was gone. He still had his collar but the tag was gone.

He quickly turned around to see if it was close by. There was nothing, the sand seemed to be perfectly laid out, other than the spot he woke up in. He dug around hoping it just got buried, but he stopped soon after. The pain prevented him from doing anything besides walking at this point.

I can always come back later. He thought, If i'm alive later. He shook that thought out of his head. He's alive now, and he will stay that way until his friends saved him. The only way he was going to make it was if he stayed positive. And finding resources wouldn't hurt either.

After what felt like an hour of walking along the forest line he finally came across what looked like to be a path into it. He took a deep breath in hopes to calm his nerves. He slowly walked into the forest, being mindful to not trip over anything.

Birds jumped through the branches of the trees and the sound of them helped calm the mutt. If the birds are singing then that means they feel safe... right? He tried many ways to reassure himself that he'll be fine.

He walked farther, seeing nothing but birds and the occasional squirrel or other small animal. Every now and then he would hear a stick crack and the sounds of footsteps running away. He wondered what animal it could have been. Possibly a deer.

There seemed to be plenty of food sources, and being a dog, he at least didn't have to worry about cooking the food. That is if he could catch it. He shook his head, I'll worry about that when the time comes. What he did need to find now was a water source, then he could figure out where to build a shelter.

Luckily Ryder had the pups take survival lessons in case something like this happened. Rocky didn't remember anything too advanced, but he did know that if there were more animals in the area, then there might be a stream nearby.

He continued to walk until he noticed a distant sound. Kind of like thunder but it was constant. He made a mental note of where the beach was from where he was, then he headed, cautiously, towards the noise. Hopefully it was a village or something. Anything that could help him.

As he got closer he realized what he was hearing. It was a waterfall! He began to see it through the trees, it wasn't a large one, just a steady stream pouring down a cliff face into a small pond. Over to the right of him there was a rather good sized clearing perfect for base camp. It couldn't get any better then this!

Night fell across the island as Rocky put the finishing touches on the small hut he made out of sticks and leaves. The fire pit he made was slowly burning, a couple feet in front of the entrance to his shelter. He went to lay down next to the fire. He put his head on his front paws and sighed. He made a silent wish that his friends somehow managed to find him, but at least for now he would be able to survive.

Lightening cracks across the sky. Huge waves threaten to crush Rocky as he fights to stay above the water. A wave comes crashing down on him and throws him underwater. He looks around, trying to find which way is up but he can't tell. The burning in his lungs returns as he notices what else is in the water with him. Multiple shapes are floating calmly in the darkness of the ocean. Something about the shapes reminds him of something. He swims over to them, so how managing to ignore the pain in his chest. As he swims closer, he see's who he is looking at. The lifeless body of Zuma, and the rest of the Paw Patrol are all around him. All of them staring at him with soulless eyes.

Rocky starts awake with a scream, gasping for air until he realizes he is still on dry land. The fire was barely burning, with just a couple embers still lit and the moon was visible above him. A crack of a stick alerted Rocky and snapped him back into reality. He was still lying where we was, and the sound of something moving slowly in the bushes made him wish he moved into his hut. He was frozen with fear as he stared at the direction of the sound. What ever it was it seemed to stay in the bushes.

Slowly he got up and made his way into his hut. Once he made it in the sounds stopped. Peaking through the small slits in between the structuring. The sound stopped cause whatever was making that noise was now moving slowly towards his base. Maybe hiding wasn't the best idea. His heart raced as all he could make out was that it was another animal. Nothing to big, but it looked dangerous anyway. Rocky, now realizing he never made anything to defend himself with, could only think of what this thing could do to him.

The creature passed in front of his hut, right between the fire and him, but it never looked over at him. It's nose sniffing the air and ground. All he could see was a dark silhouette of what looked like a large cat, or even a dog. It didn't seem to be focused on him at all. It continued on to the other side of the clearing, as if it was searching for something.

Rocky waited another ten minutes for his heart to calm down, and to make sure whatever that was, was gone. He took a step out of his shelter to look around. All of a sudden a huge weight landed on his back, knocking the wind out of him and slammed him to the ground. Pain shot out through his entire body. Before he could move he felt a paw push his head into the ground. From what he could see, the thing from before started walking back to Rocky. It looked at whoever was on his back and said something to it in what sounded like a different language.

The shadow in front of him came closer and put it's head down closer to Rocky, as if to get a better look of it's prey. He could easily tell now that this was another dog, and judging by the weight of the thing on his back, it was also another dog, but a big one.

The leading dog stood back up and spoke something to the other one in a sharp commanding tone. He felt the breath of the dog on his neck as it reached down and picked Rocky up by his collar. He felt his collar dig into his neck, nearly cutting off his breathing. He immediately started thrashing around to escape, but the dog had too strong of a grip. Until he heard a loud yelp as he suddenly fell to the ground. Rocky looked around shocked as he heard the same yelp come from the dog in front of him. Soon after both of them fell over onto their sides.

An dart stuck out of each dog and Rocky feared he would be next. Instead of a dart flying out of the darkness, like Rocky expected, another dog stepped out, slightly taller then him. They were hard to see in the dark but he could tell they were walking over to him. He knew he wouldn't be able to outrun this being so he stayed where he was and hoped that they were friendly.

The new dog stopped in front of him and he could have sworn that they smiled.

After a minute the new figure spoke. "What are you doing out here all alone? Don't you know that's how you die here?" Rocky didn't say anything in response, he just continued to stare at them, fear making it impossible to say anything. An annoyed groan escaped the other dog, "Can you at least say your name?"

Rocky forced himself to speak through the fear. "My name i-is Rocky." He tried to sound as calm as he could.

The figure smiled putting down the weapon they used to take down the two others."My name is Liz, and I'm the pup who just saved your life."