Torn pack

Chapter one: the smell

What was it... something that made me too nauseous for me not to gag. My ribs felt stretched... like the retched smell was pulling at my bones. My eyes stung, and I closed them, trying to keep them sheltered... but I just couldn't. Something was dragging them open.

When I finally gave in, I almost fell over, the world was spinning and my vision was badly blurred. It looked like the heatwaves from the loud black path had spread, but they never had before...

I breathed in. struggling for clean air, but the thick smell of fuel was everywhere

The tall thick fronds of dead grass pricked my paws, I must've fallen over, because now everything was sideways. I couldn't speak. I couldn't yelp. I just payed there...

A white light blinded me, but it came from nowhere... and then... I was stuck.

Unable to move and see, i thrashed to get up, but I couldn't. I writhed and tried to get my balance, but the light grew darker, a growing spread of grey, got darker and darker from the corners of my unseeing eyes. Soon my vision was all black, is this it?

Will I die here? I had so much that I wanted to do. I was hungry. I was alone. I was scared. Why now? When I was so far behind my pack. I could hear them, I could hear their distorted thrashing.

A sudden huge grumble split he air, and my sight went completely black. I felt things pierce my fur, and a huge gust of putrid wind. A loud crackling that sounded like the humans flames sounded not far away from my head.

It was were my pack was. I heard a single howl. Were they ok? Or had I lost my whole pack in a second. A single flicker? Not ten seconds ago I would have left them if I had the chance, but now they were gone. Why?

Whatever it was, the foul beast was relentless. A huge crash planted something on my leg, crushing it. It shook the ground, and another, stronger, wave of the smell flew over me. I stopped struggling.

And that's all I remember... just those last seconds... nothing before. Nothing after. Until now.

I opened my mouth as soon as I seemed to regain consciousness. I howled. The pain from my leg split up my back and my head was throbbing. I kept howling, I couldn't stop myself. It was as if another dog was controlling me.

I opened my eyes. My vision slowly came back to me and I saw my sisters black and tan muzzle. The flames roared around her. Her eyes were open and cut from shards of a see threw thing that the humans owned.

Suddenly an ear splitting sound broke the thick, hot air. A siren. Only a siren. I'd heard it before, but before there were screams... before the smell. I tried to move my head, but I was curled up in a ball. A shard of the stuff in my sisters eyes. My dead sisters eyes. The shard was planted in my shoulder, and I couldn't reach to pull it out.

The hot, sandy floor was all that was left. The rocks had been thrown away by the... the wind? But it wasn't wind... it was like a wave of cars, trampling the earth. The sirens stopped. Abruptly, as if they had stopped working.

As I looked around I saw more and more of the grass had burnt away. It acted like tinder, or at least that's what my sore burns told me.

I kept howling. Trying to move my head, I noticed that the thing that was on my back leg was a piece of a car... it looked like a door. I had gotten used to doors. I was always the diversion for my pack.

I got shoved into so many blue vans, and barked at by so many humans, that I couldn't help but remember my sister with scorn. I knew that there was water nearby... that's why I slowed down before. At least I remembered why now.

I tried to turn my head, and actually managed to! I pushed my dry, sandy muzzle into the puddle. The cool water stung my cuts. I lifted my paw limply and splashed some water into my face, trying to clear some of the sand and ashes off of my eyelids.

After a while, I finally built up the courage to look at my leg. It was almost split clean off, only a small section was still attached. My sister always threatened to do this. Whenever I would complain about my paws hurting. I laughed, my sister and I were good friends... but after she got older, she started to grow cold.

This was probably her fault. She had always insisted on stealing from the humans, and now she had made her pack pay for her decisions... and then I looked at her... my sister. We had known eachother since we were born. She had always been there for me. We had each others backs.... it wasn't her fault. Pack leader was a big role for her and prey out here was scarce, even more so now, but it's just me out here.

I'm... alone. I'm hungry. I'm scared.

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Hope you all liked this! It took a while and I'm sorry that it did! I've got a good idea of what I'm going to do in this book, and I think you'll like it, so if you want, follow me, and I'll be sure to update! Keep your eye out!

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