Paw Patrol: Apocalypse

Chapter 1: The beginning of the end

A barren wasteland stood in front of him. What was once a place where he would run and play was now nothing but a graveyard. The memories of him and his friends ever laying a foot on the ground were gone in an instant.

When did it start?

How could they let this happen?

How could I let this happen?

Every day, his mind coursed through these questions like an endless carousel. But even when his mind was haunted for years and years to come, even when he wracked his brain for hours and hours on end, he couldn't remember. After all, he was too young to remember. The memories were fuzzy, only remembering fond echoes of the past.

And the ones who could remember were silenced either by death or fear. Even his leader, his dearest friend, couldn't answer his repeating questions. The only thing he gained was a sad glance, a glance so quick he almost hadn't noticed it. But he did.

Perhaps, he thought, he was also too young to remember, just like me. By the time it happened, we were both still children.

But he was never sure.

It didn't matter how much the younger ones would annoy them, or how much they begged, their hollow faces would only give them the same answer.

Silence.

His paw reached up to his muzzle, but the motion was quickly stopped and the paw was put back onto the ground. A deep breath filled up his lungs, his ears flicked, but were bothered by the fabric covering them. A disgruntled growl escaped his muzzle as he felt the cloth wrap around him like a snake. He almost flashed his teeth and ripped off every piece of cloth on him. But allas, he was reminded why he wore them. Like his dear friend and leader would say, there is a reason for everything. He huffed, and shook his head so that his ears would flop around and let the cloth be.

Chase stood there, reminiscent of what was once so bright and brimming with colours, now turned into a grey and black landscape of ash. The only thing separating the two was a metal fence, reinforced with barb wire and guarded heavily by the guards.

A shiver went down his spine whenever he glanced at them. He knew them, every single one of them. They were no simple guards, they were his people, his friends, his citizens. They were once protected by him and his teammates, never giving them a reason to even think about picking up a weapon. But he failed to protect them, so now they have to protect themselves, no matter the cost.

Chase flinched when a guard glanced back at him, his head quickly turned to the side and his eyes screwed shut, in hopes that the guard didn't notice him. They probably did, but they decided that it wasn't something to make a fuzz about. They would rather do their job in peace tho, without being stared at by a dog.

The German Shepherd took one last longing gaze throughout his green tinted goggles into the distance before he forced himself to be ripped away from the scene. Chase shook his entire body to release some tension in his muscles and finished off with a good stretch. He turned his body around only to bump his muzzle into something. A yelp escaped his throat, immediately flashing his gun towards the figure.

It was tall, and a little bulky, the sun shone against Chase's face so that he had to squint his eyes to adjust.

Unfazed, the figure only pushed the gun to the side and snickered. If it wasn't for the very recognizable laugh his friend gave of himself, Chase would've blown a new black spot into his fur. Not that you could see it anyways, but Chase was very sure that his snicker saved the very few white patches on his fur.

"My my Chase, I've already got enough holes in my body, or you're planning on stuffing them~."

"I'm planning on shoving this gun down your throat if you don't shut up." Chase growled in an exasperated tone. However, Marshall just snickered and put his paw against his head in his overdramatic fashion.