-Chapter 1- Cold, raspy howls get quieter, and stops echoing from the walls in this sad, desolated cage I call a home. Desperate cries for attention screams from the throats of some of the dogs. Bone chilling discomfort and isolation surrounds me. This jail of a "home" is known as the NorthRidge Pound, more than 125 dogs in it's "care". I am one of those dogs. My name is Buddy, but now everyone calls me Goner. If you are wondering why this is my new nick name, it is because I am the next dog in line at the shelter to be put down. The scheduled date is this Saturday, and it is Tuesday. As I look to my left, and to my right, all I see now is darkness. It fills the air. The windy draft picks up, and I start to shiver. I motion my paws under the two cheap towels which is my bed. I put my head down on the towel and try to sleep. I can't. I growl in discomfort. A hiss speaks to me from Bear, a fellow dog, and neighbor to my left. He tells me to be quiet, and then he reminds me about Friday. We are planning on a "jail break", trying not to be afraid of what we will be faced with. Bear, as well, is in line for death. We want to escape with enough time to find a hiding spot as well as enough time until the Humans realize that we have left. I think Bear will be useful to me. He is a large, fit and muscular German Shepard. He has a variety of tan, black, and brown fur. It is coarse, though very soft. Bear is very stubborn, but kind at heart, and although he might seem threatening, Bear is shy, and faces with major anxiety issues, as most German Shepards do. Without Bear, this "mission" would be impossible. I on the other hand, am a small, scrawny, simple mutt. I have lived on the streets of Ridgetown most of my life. I have black/gray knotted and dirty hair, and some guess that I am part Terrier, but I honestly don't know. I was born into the filthy streets, and abandoned right away. I have never had an owner. Animal Control picked me up in less than a week, and I was dropped off here. One day, a sweet little girl with blonde curly tied up hair came to my cage. She took me out, petted me and hugged me, and told her mother that "she wanted me". The mother, most likely widowed, told her "No! Not that ugly thing! How 'bout that one!" and pointed at another dog. The little girl whispered in my ear "I'm sorry Buddy, your a great dog, good luck..." and now my name is Buddy. That was the closest I ever got to an adoption. Bear's story is quiet different, and dare I add, fascinating. Bear explained to me that he lived in a Pound once before, when he was a little pup. He managed to escape swiftly, and ran out so fast no one desired to try and catch him. He ran out right into the cross-section of Treehill and Weatly,... And got hit by a fast moving dark blue Sedan. Bear obviously survived, but he wouldn't have without the aid of a simple homeless man who had witnessed the entire thing. The man was pretty old, no younger than his mid fifties. After caring for Bear, the man became quite attached to Bear. Bear became the man's "watch dog", and Bear protected the man when he was sleeping. Every morning when the man would awake, he would take the little amount of money he was given from the day before, and go to the donut shop with Bear. "Sam's Donuts", Bear would tell me. One morning, the man didn't wake up. Bear stayed for days and days in the same spot "protecting" the stone cold lifeless man. Men and women passing by would give Bear food to eat, guilt overflowing from their minds. It was not their fault, still they felt it was. Some men and women didn't dare to look, look at the lonely, hungry, sad dog and his dead owner. To busy to care is what I imagined was in their minds. Bear would just bark at those humans. One of them called Animal Control, and that's how Bear got here. Another reason why Bear will be useful to me is because he has experience. As I mentioned before, he has escaped from a pound once before. He tells me that he got out during feeding time, when they open the cage to fill up your rusty food bowl, then you should dash out right when they bend down and aren't looking. I thought that this plan was good, clever, and will show the best result. That result meaning freedom. Please send your feedback, and more chapters will be available soon!
Here is the first part of Chapter 2! Sorry everyone, I am suffering from a bit of writer's block, so please excuse my writing. -Chapter 2- Wow, Thursday already. It is just now setting in what I am actually getting myself into. The reality of the fact is, I have no other choice. Do I choose to sit here and wait for death row to come and overflow me? Or do I take the risk, the daring risk, to escape. This is the last stand, I must do this. For the sake of opportunity, for the sake of freedom, and most importantly, for myself. It is morning, and the dogs are back to barking nonstop. They need to accept the fact that barking only makes things worse. The employees get irrtiated, and thats the last thing I need.