Chapter Two
The Dog Catcher

Gerald walked across the aisles full of cages containing dogs barking angrily at him. They had every reason to since he was the bastard who drug them out of their home, even if it was the streets, and put them in those ridiculously small cages. Every day they'd watch one of their own be taken to the room where a loud bang would sound. Gerald couldn't afford all the humane medication so all he had was his gun. He was a sick human being, one that should've been wiped off the face of the earth the day his mother considered abortion.

He walked down the rows, looking at the dogs knowing that if a new dog came, an old one had to go and he had just so happened to gotten a mutt off the street today, so one of the dogs would be getting the bullet. Looking at each dog, he searched for his least favorite. That ugly ass lab? No...not yet? What about the squeaking midget that barked from morning to night? No...maybe later. Then he saw him.

There staring eye to eye with him was a huge, muscular German shepherd. His coat was still fine and clean, and around his neck was a collar with a tag reading Ronso. Gerald had known the dog was owned when he'd picked him up off the street, probably had just gotten out of the fence or something, but Gerald was a cruel man. Ronso put up a fight, but Gerald got him in his truck and pulled off to the pound. Ever since then the dog had given him the deadliest glare, the kind that said, "If I ever get out of this cage, I'll rip your throat out!".

Gerald chuckled at the dog, and did not hesitate to put a muzzle on his mouth and drag him to the back room. All the other dogs got quiet as they watched Ronso try to struggle out of the leash and muzzle but could not succeed. The door shut to the back room as Gerald chained the German shepherd to the wall. He loaded his rifle and pointed at the beast hoping to see mercy in his eyes, but only caught a fearless glare before the gun went off.

He walked over to the dog to be sure he was dead. He searched for an entrance would in his chest but as he was looking Ronso bounded up, breaking his muzzle, and took a chunk out of his arm.

"Damn dog!" Gerald yelled, noticing the bullet had pierced his leg. He never had been a good shot.

He got ready to load his gun again, but realized he had no bullets. The nearest store was miles away and he didn't want to put so much time into putting a dog down even if it was that bastard shepherd ... then he remembered. He'd received a package in the mail the other day. It was a drug called Forever Sleep, courtesy of the Umbrella Corporation. They'd said they send him a sample batch and if he liked their product he could buy them half price.

Gerald wasted no time in getting one of the Umbrella needles out and approaching Ronso. He was quick to put the needle in the dog before it could attack him again. Immediately after, Ronso seemed to lose energy and quickly drift into a dying sleep.

Satisfied with himself, Gerald walked out of the room and propped himself up on the couch in his little office. No dog would ever get the best of him. He flipped on the TV and began watching a game show, unable to hear one of the doors in the building being pushed open.

All of the dogs began to go mad in a barking craze. That only happened when someone came in the building, so Gerald got up to see who it was. He walked into the main hall, where all the cages were and became confused with all the barking. Then he realized the blood drops on the floor. They were coming from the back room where the door was pushed open.

"Damn, I hope that ain't the owner of that mutt!" Gerald said hurrying to look.

When he opened the door, he froze. All that was in there was a broken, bloody chain. Pondering for a moment, he wondered who could've taken the dog, but then he heard snarling behind him. Slowly turning around, he saw Ronso staring up at him, full out pissed. He was positive the dog was dead when he left the room but there he was staring face to face with him. Ronso was dead, but thanks to his injection, he was able to fulfill his last wish... to kill Gerald.

Gerald cried out in pain as the dog mauled him not in any hurry to finish him off. By the time Ronso was done with him, there was nothing left of the man to become what he had became. He let out a loud howl and left the room, dead but not done with this world...not yet.