The next few chapters will be dark for an FYI
Rubble whisked around, hearing a growling Sylvia. "You're NOT my dad! Rubble get away from that monster!" Rubble heard Chase and Marshall run from behind. "Honey, I-" Spirit tried speaking, "I was never your daughter!" She growled, Sylvia came closer, still growling. Rubble watched as Chase went in front of him, blocking him from the growling shepherd. "Sylvia?" Chase stopped growling, tilting his head. Sylvia stopped growling, "Yes?" Chase barked, still blocking the two dogs, "What are you doing here?" Sylvia grumbled, "I was out on a walk, and I found you guys and got curious. Thought I could help." Chase sighed. Rubble looked beside him, spotting Marshall. Then they heard whimpering and Chase and Marshall ran back to where Piper lay. Rubble hadn't seen the dog. "Piper!" Spirit yelled. Sylvia's ears perked, "Who's Piper?" Spirit stopped as he turned around, "My wife." Rubble watched as Sylvia growled, getting into a stance. He gasped and ran to the side walk in front of a building. Rubble watched as Sylvia pounced into the alley, and heard to dogs growling. Then came in Chase's growls. Rubble whined when he heard a yelp. Before he could see who got hurt, a net flew over him. Then he heard a man, speak into a walkie talkie, "I have the disturbance sir." Rubble looked over as a man lifted him up, scanned the bulldog, took off his collar, and put him in a cage. The man threw the collar onto a crate. Rubble barked before the man shut the two metal doors. Rubble saw Chase and Marshall run out from to alley, eyes wide with fear. Rubble saw Chase run after the truck, but it picked up speed, and Chase was slowed down. Rubble sighed, thinking, "This is going to be a long night."
Rubble woke up, the bumps on the road making him fly in the cage. He hit the cage floor, as the truck stopped. He saw the doors thrust open, along with the cages. The man took a chain, and put it on Rubble like a collar. It was tight, but not too tight. Rubble then was lead out of the white truck, and looked around. There was a huge wire fence, and inside that fence was atleast 50 dogs he could see. There were huge watch towers and the building looked old and rusty. As Rubble was lead outside, some dogs growled, others whimpered, and others stayed quiet. The man pushed on the chain, pulling Rubble inside. Inside the building was cages along the walls. As many as 1000 cages. Other had big cages, others were tiny. Once the two climbed the stairs, Rubble noticed more dogs in a circle around some fences. Rubble didn't want to know what happened in the circle and scurried along. Once they stopped at a cage, the man threw Rubble in and left. Rubble looked around. An old worn dog bed, chewed to shreds was in the corner. Nothing else was in the stone cage. Then he heard the first voice he had in hours. "Welcome! My name is Socks!" Rubble turned around, seeing Socks. Socks was an orange-red dog, with pointy ears and a fluffy tail. "I-I'm Rubble," Rubble studdered. His voice was sore from the lack of water. Socks chuckled, "This is Bingo. She will be your guide and guard." A small grey bulldog came into view. Suddenly, she was shoved into the cage, and Socks had left. "Man, I hate that guy.." Bingo barked. Rubble smiled, "He didn't look too mean." Bingo looked up, upset. "He'll be your worst nightmare until death."