"WAKE UP DAMN IT!"

My eyes began to flutter open and I felt sharp pain in my ear.

"OW!" I roughly grabbed whatever that was biting my ear, but stopped when I realized it was a Fuzzle.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry!"

The Fuzzle let go of my ear with a huff. I sat up and looked at the Fuzzle. There was only one Fuzzle that stuck with me.

"Why didn't you go?!"

"I didn't want to leave you . . . " the Fuzzle sighed, "I didn't want you to get hurt."

I sighed myself and paused.

"Okay, but if there is a next time, please run."

he nodded his head

"Are you hungry?" he questioned

"Yeah, of course! Why?"

"There is some food right over here!" he said while hopping toward a house quite a way away. I stood up and a pain shot up my back and out my limbs. I grunted and limped toward the house. About halfway I had to stop and take a break. That fall must have taken a lot out of me, or the needles went deep. I felt my back, and I had no darts in me! It must have been the little Fuzzle. My joints began to move smoothly and less painful the more I walked. I finally reached the old house and the little guy hopped in through a gap in the door. I creaked open the door and peeked in. I spotted a fridge.

I have seen a fridge only a couple of times. I was only a pup inside a tiny cage. It was within the Vykkers break room which contained a fridge and other food equipment. They stuck my small carrier cage in the room when they decided to grab something to fill their balloon shaped stomachs.

I stepped in, and I looked left and right. I thankfully saw nothing. I quietly walked in, and the Fuzzle climbed up on the counter. He hopped into the opened cupboard door. It was stuffed full of little plastic bags. I walked over there and looked at the plastic bags.

I picked one of the curious little packages up and examined it. It had a picture of thin yellowish wafers and it read, "Big Chucks Potato Chips!" written on it. I opened the package and pulled a yellow wafer out and smelt it. It smelled delicious and I popped it in my mouth. I moaned when the food seemed to melt on my tongue. I quickly ate the flavorful 'chip' and pulled out a handful of the heavenly wafers and scarfed it down. I quickly finished it. I opened two more bags, one for me, one for him.

I finished that one too, and I decided to check out the fridge. I opened it and it was stacked with food. I began to sniff the containers and one caught my attention. I opened it and it had meat in it! I don't know what kind of meat, but, hey, it's meat! I was fixing to eat the whole thing, when I saw his large, puppy dog eyes. I smiled and gave him half. He greedily ate it and smiled at me. I chuckled and quickly ate my share. I began to rummage through the fridge and trying to find any more meat, or other tasty food.

"HEY WHAT ARE YA DOIN'?!"

I jerked and looked in the direction of the noise. A giant, fat, ugly bird was there clucking. She grabbed a broom and my face was soon smacked with the spiky broom head. I was trying to find a way out, but I couldn't with a dang broom in my face! I yanked the broom out of her hands and snapped it with ease. I dropped it and snarled at the ugly female. She began to flap her stubby wings and cluck:

"HAROLD, THE DEVIL IS IN THE HOUSE! OH GOD I THINK I LAID AN EGG! GET THE SHOTGUN!" I didn't like that last word, so I grabbed the chips and the little Fuzzle and hightailed it out of there, letting the bird cluck like mad. I kept running until I was a safe distance away, and around the corner. I sighed and set the food and Fuzzle down. The little guy began to dig into the food

"I wouldn't eat it all now, we need to spare it, we might not get any for a couple days now . . . finish that bag though."

The poor fella looked sad. He began to eat the bag and I sat next to him pondering on what I should do next. I looked at myself, and I was a mess. Bloody and matted fur, a torn lab coat. No water. I was stuck alone with a hungry Fuzzle in the desert. Though I'd rather die free, than being stuck in a cage. I felt a nudge on my leg I looked down and the little guy was offering a couple chips to me. I took some, and smiled before I ate them.

"Thank you."

he nodded and huffed:

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know really. Find water I guess?"

"yeah . . . "

I stood up and I motioned for him to hop on my hand. I set him on my shoulder and began to walk in the blazing heat. I needed to find shelter, or a cave. A cave might have water.

I walked by the same road that I started on for over half a day, not seeing anything, but the occasional cactus' and tumble weeds. The blazing heat was draining me, and I could tell that the poor little guy was feeling the burn of the sun. I walked by another stupid cactus.

Wait! Some cactus' have water stored inside! I turned around and looked at it. It was a real fat and round cactus, so it should have water inside it. I fell down on my knees and I began to carefully yank the long needles out around a certain spot, and then I stabbed it with my razor sharp nails. Water trickled out and began to run down the sides. I beckoned for the Fuzzle to drink first. He drank his fill, then I began to suck as much water out of the cactus as I could. I ran out of water when my thirst still hasn't been quenched

I sighed and picked the Fuzzle up and set him on my shoulder. I trudged along for several minutes till I saw something move. I bolted behind a boulder and peeked around the edge. There was this hideous looking reptile creature with a large under bite. I had the urge to plug my nose when its scent drifted near me. Not only that they were ugly, they smelt like rotting flesh. I eyed them. He had clothes, food over the fire, supplies, and perhaps water. Yet he had a gun. I weighed the options, and I decided to go for it. I checked the ledges above the area, no reptiles. I gently lifted the Fuzzle off me and put him between the boulder and cliff wall. There was a bunch of tall grass I could hide in next to the boulder. I hid in there, and I threw a rock against the rock wall, and prayed it wouldn't see me hiding.

"What's that?" the reptile rumbled. It ran near me and I almost gagged from the smell. God, how could this thing even live with its own stench!?

"I could 'ave swore somethin' was over here . . . " it stared directly at me. I froze and didn't dare to make a slight movement. It just turned its head and looked around, completely oblivious to my presence. It turned around, and there was my chance. I leaped onto its back.

"WHAT THE H-" he couldn't even get a full sentence out before I snapped his neck. It crumbled to the ground. I yanked its disgusting shirt and pants off, and I ran and got the supplies and food. I got my Fuzzle, and high tailed it out of there. I caught a shining glimpse of something moving.

Three bullets whizzed by my head. I heard shouts and screams of rage and cuss words bombarded at me. I turned around the corner.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" I shrieked. A bullet pierced my skin in my calf, and dug deep into the flesh. I fell on my face and I tried to stand up, with some success. I had to hang onto the rock walls to stay balanced. I managed to pick up my Fuzzle and supplies. I limped forward as I heard the screams and shouts coming closer.

"Boss is sure going to be happy with my catch!"

"No, I was the one that shot it!" the padding of the feet stopped and they began to focus their attention on each other.

I found footholds to climb up onto a ledge for I could hide in what I think is an old abandoned mineshaft.

"No, I was THE one that shot it!" a third one pipped in.

"LIAR! I SHOT IT FIRST!" they all began to fight and I soon heard gun shots. I finally reached the top safely and I laid down on my stomach and watched when they came into view. There was two having a cat fight. From over behind the wall I saw a thin trail of blood trickle its way down the sand and rocks. Idiots. They killed their own kind just to have my fur. one of them tackled the other, and began to wrestle on the ground.

I took this opportunity to hobble into the mine shaft. I stumbled as far as I could go, which happened to be around 10ft. I weakly collapsed on the ground. I opened the supplies and looked through it. I was looking for a knife, to dig this bullet out. I found one, then I looked for clean bandages. I found some, thank god! I twisted my leg to where the bullet wound on the side faced up.

I took three deep breaths and I dug the knife in with a yelp. I reached the bullet and I used leverage to ease out the bullet. I nearly screamed when it budged. My fur bristled up in spikes, and I felt tears stream down my face. The smell of my own blood became unbearable, since it was pooling underneath me. The bullet popped out with a sickening sucking noise, and the blood began to pour out even more. I took the bandage and quickly and tightly wrapped it around several times. I applied pressure on it, to help stop the bleeding.

I kept staring at my bleeding wound, watching it blur, and go back to normal. I leaned my head against the wall. I saw a hideous purple face pop into view. My eyes widened and it became blurry, and refocused. My eyes widened even more when I recognized it. A Vykker. I was caught, terribly wounded and fixing to receive a cruel punishment when I got back to hell. Another purple head popped into view, but this one had a more sinister look in it. It lifted up a large needle and struck it down, injecting the fluid into me. I then passed out.

Well, what do you people think? I've rewritten it, and I am hoping more than two people will take interest in it. I don't care what kind of review it is. Hate, or complements. I just need something . . . n but it really frustrates the writer when no one reviews... :C