Survivor | Frank Castle

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The city's energy buzzes around her as Mary makes her way to the local pound, her heart set on finding a loyal companion to share her newfound life with. She longs for a connection, someone who will understand her, no matter her past.

Inside the pound, a cacophony of barks and whimpers fills the air. Dogs of all sizes and breeds vie for attention, eager to find their forever homes. Mary gazes into the sea of hopeful eyes, searching for a soul that will resonate with her own.

Among the chaos, her eyes lock onto a large, muscular Pitbull in one of the pens. His glossy coat shines in the dim light, and his eyes exude an aura of vulnerability that tugs at Mary's heartstrings. He seems different from the others, standing timidly in the corner as if trying to make himself invisible.

Making her way towards him, Mary kneels down, the weight of her past still etched in her eyes. She extends a tentative hand, and the Pitbull leans forward, cautiously sniffing her fingers. There's an unspoken connection between them, as if they both understand each other's pain.

"You're a big softie, huh?" Mary whispers, her voice barely audible amidst the sounds of the shelter.

A wag of the Pitbull's tail and a slight tilt of his head are all the confirmation she needs. He's a big wuss, just like her. Her heart swells with empathy for this gentle giant who has been misunderstood, just like she has.

"He's been here for quite some time, you know," The shelter worker says, approaching Mary, "People get scared off by his size, but he's a total baby. We've named him Bubbles, but you can call him Bubs for short."

Bubs. The name seems fitting, and a soft smile spreads across Mary's face. She feels an instant connection to this misunderstood dog, a connection that goes beyond words.

"I'll take him," Mary says firmly, her heart set on offering Bubs a loving home.

The shelter worker's eyes widen in surprise, clearly not expecting such a swift decision. However, as she sees the genuine care and compassion in Mary's eyes, she nods approvingly.

"You're giving him a second chance, just like he deserves," The worker says, and Mary knows in her heart that she's doing the right thing.

The paperwork is quickly sorted, and soon, Mary finds herself walking out of the shelter with Bubs by her side. The city's bustling streets suddenly feel less overwhelming as she holds onto the leash, Bubs walking timidly by her side.

As they walk, Mary realizes that she's not just giving Bubs a new home—he's giving her a fresh start too. They are both broken souls seeking redemption, seeking a place where they can heal together.

Back at her small apartment, Mary lets Bubs explore his new surroundings. He sniffs curiously at every corner, his tail wagging as he seems to approve of his new home.

"Welcome home, Bubs," Mary says with a smile, and Bubs responds with a contented sigh.

At first, Bubs remains cautious, still adjusting to his surroundings and the unfamiliar presence of a caring owner. Mary takes it slow, giving him space when he needs it and patiently earning his trust.

During the nights, Bubs chooses to sleep on the floor near Mary's bed, perhaps out of habit from his time at the shelter. Despite his initial reluctance to get on the bed, Mary doesn't mind; she respects his boundaries and lets him take his time. She knows that building trust takes patience and understanding.

Mary and Bubs establish a routine. They go for long walks together in the mornings, exploring the city streets, and taking in the sights and sounds. The city's energy slowly seeps into Bubs, and he starts to feel more comfortable in his new environment.