Facing Fears

Chapter 3: Rotten

Rocky's POV

I was carried off to the pound. The dog catcher carried my body to the pound and I didn't even fight back. No point. The Other dogs in the pound were vicious. They barked once the door swung open. Big dogs with big fangs that can eat me in a single bite. I shivered in fear, knowing that I might actually die in this place. Why would someone adopt me? I'm useless and I'm a dirty mutt. They put me in a cage with three other dogs. One was a Chihuahua, one was a beagle and then he final one was someone I recognized. He had the same colored fur as me and he kinda had a similar face structure as mine. He was quiet and he looked hungry. I was the same quiet and not able to speak. The beagle came up to me and said "Who are you? Your a new stray?"

I quietly replied "yeah"

The beagle introduced himself and the others.

"My name is Doug. The Chihuahua is named Spot and Last is that Mixed breed but we don't know his name. But he's often very quiet."

I got worried about the mixed breed because he looked like he hasn't eaten in days. I tried to walk over there but one of the dogs stopped me. It was the Chihuahua.

"there's no point he doesn't talk. Not at all."

I looked at Spot with a confused look, "he can't talk or something?"

Spot looked at me,"no I mean he's quiet a lot"

I looked at the little pup and I wondered what happened to him that made him wound up here.

I stood there in silence. Not a word came out of anyone's mouth. Everyone just stared at the young pup waiting for a response. Nothing. The kid was silent as a mouse. Until Doug Broke the silence.

"So.. who are you? And why are you here?

I replied, "Umm my name is Rocky. I'm a mix breed and I'm here because I was a stray on the street after I was chased down."

Spot replied, "I'm here because my owner forgot to put a collar on me and I wandered off. I was caught and my owner got worried sick. Now they think I'm gone or dead. And to be honest I might end up dead."

Doug added, "I was here for a while now, maybe almost a month but I was caught. He found my ass on the corner and chased me down. Next thing I'm caught in a net and no escape. I tried to escape many times but no use. The bars are hard to crack and no windows to jump out of. I saw many things in here. Some pups starved to death in their own cell. Others commuted suicide in their own cell. Some stab themselves, others find creative ways too. One drowned themselves in the toilet. Some bad pups end up in a bad way. The owner finds bad pups and puts them in the Cellar. Nothing but darkness and a tight space. Most pups are taken by the owner and thrown in there. No dogs get out and never come back. They clean that place monthly so they can get the dry bones out of the cellar. Some are just killed in front of everyone. They might be dying but I feel like we are the ones getting tortured watching them being killed bit by bit. This place is hell"

I was scared by the description that Doug described. I looked at the pups around knowing that their starving.

Then I turned to the mixbreed. He got up finally about to speak.

"I'm a mixbreed pup and I was caught by that catcher. I was seperated from my brother and I've been here since."

I looked in confusion but a bit curious.

"What's your name?"

He gave a sigh, "My name Is Stu"