Canid Undead: A Dog's Story

27 - I Remember

Another entry, to remember. #467

I'd cross a log that is laying over a river, using it as a walking-path, emerging from a wall of bushes, the inside being like inside a tree. Branches are up high, leaves everywhere. A tire swing connected to one of the lower-hanging branches, a blanket under this hovering tire. There is a small hole in the wall of bushes that covered them, to leave the place and go to the other side. I exit, coming across a rotting town. Squeezing through some buildings, I come across,

?a wooden sign and a trail leads me to a hole in a stone wall (the surrounding walls that covered this place was wilderness. Bushes, and some scrap metal and fencing and wood in places that lacked bushes or trees), revealing a camp with tents and people trading supplies. There were some calmly lit fires, some animals and people huddling by them, eating soup, animals they'd hunted, and even snacks like chocolate. They talked at a reasonable level.

Behind that stone wall, there are people paying in food and water and clothes for protection, weapons, gasoline, medkits, ammo, food, water, clothes, blankets, medicine.

Now, it is abandoned, many memories of the past tangled in the roots of this camp. This was the old Fellinground. Almost the bootleg.

Fellinground stole one of our bigger camps, and that's what really kickstarted our little war, after they swindled us, of course.

The early Fellinground was going to be used as a temporary shelter by this group of K-9s, regular animals, some mutated, humans, humans of the army who'd survived. It grew to become what it was once a group stumbled upon them and was then accepted into their group. They were once allied with us, until they became desperate and overpowered one of our camps.

Some people within Fellinground, while outside & scavenging, killed our few scouts by "accident".

We found out (of fucking course), killing a few of Fellinground's, forcing Fellinground to give up a big portion of their rations in response. Almost bi-weekly.

Fellinground wasn't too big at this time, so they had to agree if they were going to survive. To rise up, they overthrew one of our bigger camps (not too big, though, so not a loss on our part). This became Fellinground...

After awhile, while both we and Fellinground prepared for the battle Fellinground started...

A little "fight" happened when Fellinground stopped giving us rations (in dumb little bootleg Fellinground), then overpowering one of our four camps.

This started when the smeg heads killed the people that'd come to pick up rations in trucks, then leaving the corpses at our doorstep while they proceeded to overthrow that camp.

Little did Fellinground know, someone was working on the inside, spying for (us) the Regals because said spy and maybe a few others were ambushed on an ill planned patrol. My Regals call me up on their walkies.

I tell them to say they'd reward the to-be spies for being our spies. The Regals let their picker-uppers of Fellinground's supplies die.

The next day, at Fellinground, people working in shifts (to be on the lookout for their besties, the Regals!) near the walls scream and gunshots are heard. Us Regals leaves a pile of Fellinground's most unfortunate dudes' corpses out in a stack - a note and a walkie talkie are left there, inquisiting a war.

Amanda's writing was interrupted by a comrade of hers. Her heart sank, the pen making a long, jagged glide across the right side of the paper. She sighed.

"We won. Fellinground is down - many fled. We only killed those that had to die. Very little were killed."

Amanda twiddled her pen. "Was my dog there?"

"No, he wasn't."

Amanda remained quiet for a split second, sending away the commissioner.