I'm A Survivor

Chapter 7

Dave returned to their hideout with a huge grin plastered over his ugly face.

"Jeff!" he yelled when he saw him leaning against a nearby tree. "Guess what!"

Jeff rolled his eyes. "What?" he grumbled, crossing his arms as he walked over to Dave.

"Michaelo said our pup looked like a winner! If he believes in him, then I believe everyone else will too. I can't believe this is happening! We must be the luckiest people alive," grinned Dave.

"Yeah," said Jeff sarcastically, "lucky enough to be living under a bridge, barely have any money and to have found a puppy that we've spent all our money on."

Dave sighed. "Could you stop being so pessimistic? Don't you see that he is our only chance of getting out of this life? I've explained this to you before."

"You have. It's just hard to imagine that a dog is going to get us out of this," said Jeff, sitting with his head in his hands.

Dave sat down next to him.

"I know. But just believe in something for once- this time I'm sure we won't be disappointed."

"You're acting like this is the first time we believe in something," scoffed Jeff. "I believed that my wife loved me. I believed that she was pregnant with my son. I believed that I could trust her. Anything I ever believed in proved to be wrong and not worth my time."

"It's what you chose to believe. Even though you trusted the wrong people, and believed their lies, don't stop believing. I believe in this pup, because I feel that he is going to change our life somehow. For the better or for the worse, I don't know. But I hope it's for the better."

"I don't want to believe again. I don't want to be hurt. I'm used to physical pain thanks to you, but I can't take mental pain."

With that, he got up and left.

*Several months earlier*

~Animal Control Officer POV~

"Hello. Animal Control of Bulver. John Leslo speaking", I said in a monotone voice, picking up the phone.

"Hello sir," a rough voice said, "I know this sounds terrible, but I work at a dog fighting ring. Just so you know, I only agreed to this job because of the money. The reason in calling is because I can't see those poor dogs suffer anymore- seeing the pain in their eyes isn't worth any money in the world. I want to help make this right."

I tried to find the right words. "Um, sir, thank you for deciding to do the right thing, but I don't really think there's anything we can do unless we have enough evidence to storm into the place, rescue the dogs, and have a strong case against them in court."

The person at the other end of the line paused for a moment.

"Hmm. I could try and take pictures, but it would be too risky. My boss doesn't even trust me in the first place," he explained sadly.

"Well," I started, "is any other person you work with willing to help you?"

"No way! They're hardcore dog fighters. If they found out I was doing this right now, they'd use me as bait in the next fight!", he cried.

I sat back in my office chair thinking.

"Charlene," I said, covering the phone, "I think it's time for an undercover mission."

She smiled in response.

"I'll just go ask the boss," she said, before running off.

Taking my hand off the phone again, I said, "Well, it looks like we have a solution. If our boss agrees, we're going undercover."