Paw Patrol: The Hunger Games

Ella & Zuma

district: 12
Size: 168, 429 Square Miles
States: Tennessee, Kentucky, North Carolina, South Carolina
Population: 93,000
Wealth: Middle class

Zuma
A chocolate lab shivered as he sat on top of a small white wooden watch tower looking over a lake. It was calm and vacant. "Okay, I have to." He angrily mumbled as he reached over to a gas lamp.
It flickered on and radiated some sort of warmth. He sighed and questioned how he's wearing all of his clothing and he's still cold. The last thing he wanted was to use his gas lamp so early.
He heard some giggling to his far right. All he could see was some bushes and trees.
"So no smoking, drinking, aaaand...what was it?" He thought to himself as he went down the ladder to investigate the area.
He stealthily walked through the bushes just in case he interrupts something.
He heard lots of laughing and talking coming from the area. Once he passed the thick brush he peaked through and saw a group of adolescent dogs around his age that went to his school.
That group of people who don't care about anything but partying and getting laid because they have rich parents.
These ones specifically disliked Zuma for being a "bum" and not owning the nicest or most expensive things.
They cracked open sodas, the boys out numbered the girls 5-2.
Zuma took this chance to get revenge for the past years of bullying and hurt they've caused him.
He made his way around to the entrance to start from the beginning.
He walked in with an unamused face and approached the group of dogs. During this walk he had a spiritual awakening, fight them with respect.
"Hey look, it's Bum Boy." A Doberman said, leading the group towards Zuma.
Zuma sighed. "Now you know where I work. I just have to tell you some things. No drinking, no disturbing activities like loud music and stuff but that shouldn't be an issue, and no smoking." Zuma finished. He looked for the watch tower in the area.
"I'm going to be up there or in the water. If you guys have any issues then come to me." Zuma added and watched them slowly start laughing.
Zuma rolled his eyes and climbed the new watch tower where found a book and some decent looking aviator glasses.

A golden retriever sat down with the group. "Why do y'all bully the Lab?"
The Doberman spoke. "For shits and giggles. He doesn't do anything about it so fuck it."
Ella nodded, deep down something felt wrong. She felt morally sick. She look back at the Chocolate Lab who wore his sunglasses and read a book.
She was new to the area and found herself with this current group. She started to rethink her decision.
The Doberman quickly snatched something from the cooler and threw it under the blanket. "Don't make it obvious we're tryna hide something." A different dog quietly scolded at him.
He rolled his eyes and chugged a beer in the open. Ella nervously looked to the lifeguard who watched him drink the canned item thinking it was a soda.
"See, he doesn't care." The Doberman said. "Want one?" He asked
"No thank you, I don't drink." Elle refused.
He shrugged and passed everyone else a drink.
Ella scooted next to the only other girl in the group who just so happens to be dating the Doberman and drinking beer after beer.
She was a beautiful dog. The world they lived in was filled with criminals and she wanted someone who could keep her safe.
The other 4 dogs worked to impress the Golden retriever, Ella. She still wasn't sure if she liked the people she hung around.
The boys jumped into the lake doing flips and all kinds of unnecessary stuff.
"Let's jump in as well." The other female said with a giggle.
Ella didn't mind and decided to go in even though water completely ruins her fur.

Zuma sat on top with a watch full eye and listening ears for any coughs. When someone drowns, it happens quietly. For dogs, they sometimes they excessively cough before going under.
After awhile of swimming, they noticed one of their friends to be out of it.
He bobbled back and forth and coughed.
Zuma got off his ladder and approached the edge of the lake. "What do you want Bum Boy?" The Doberman aggressively asked.
Zuma ignored him and watched the dog struggled to stand in the water which was up to his neck.
Zuma rushed in the water and quickly jumped to reach the location of the dog. Just then he fell over and everyone started to rush out of the water.
Zuma felt the leather collar. He felt around for the scruff.
He bit down on it and pulled his head above the water. Zuma himself choked a bit.
He slowly took heavy steps towards the shore where everyone else watched.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Zuma reached the land and dropped the unconscious dog. Zuma quickly panted and looked at his mouth. The smell of beer pinched his nose and he gagged.
He forced him on his back and tilted his head back hoping he wouldn't have to use rescue breaths. Unlucky for Zuma, nothing came out.
Zuma blew into the mouth five times and performed CPR and repeated. He tilted his head back and more water came out.
Zuma heard a crack on the dogs chest. "Sorry." He mumbled.
Finally the dog coughed up water and rolled onto his side. He tried to get up but winced in pain. "I probably broke one of your ribs." Zuma quickly informed.
He turned to the group of rich snobs. "You know, if you guys wewen't dwunk, this would've never happened." Zuma scoffed and started to run to a nearby cabin.

He entered and saw two big men standing in the dark. "Do you need anything?"
"You."

Ella looked at her friends. "I can't hang out with you guys anymore."
They all looked at her without a facial expression. More shocked than anything. Ella sighed. "You guys probably won't be nice to me ever but after this, I can't be with y'all." She added, they held their expressions but they aimed their stare right above her head.
She turned around to see Zuma with his head hung low with two big men in white and purple suits. "D-d-did I get chosen? I need to call my brother! I'm too young!" Ella quickly pleaded.
They shrugged and were forced to grab her.
Ella whimpered in the car while Zuma looked out the window to see people staring at them like they were famous.
Ella's cries made Zuma feel wrong inside. "Look, if it makes you feel better, you still have a chance to get out if you don't get voted to actually participate in the hunger games." Zuma assured to the red eyed Golden.
She shook her head at him. "I'm not a fighter. I've never fought in my life."
Zuma wasn't sure what to say. He looked out the window.
"What more could I lose?" He huffed