- there is a place for all of us, humans live in a home, dogs live in a dog house, birds live a cage, and cats live in their own little house. least... that is how it use to be till the year 2666 when all of that seemed to fall apart. humans
were deep in war with one another, no one was getting along; the towns were being to split, neighbors were killing neighbors, even families were starting to want each-other dead and nothing was going to stop them. they began to train animals of all shapes, sizes,
and breeds to fight their own battles till it went all wrong. on january first 2666 a bomb was dropped in every major capitol all over the world but this bomb was like nothing ever seen before. the humans were turned into a beast themselves it even back fired on creatures of it. ever humans, every cat, every bird, everything turned against one another into flesh craving creatures that wanted to rule the world, rule their own kind and everything that lived on this place called earth.
the major war had stopped and over the time the bomb after math began to die out but the affects did not, the cats could not take the stress and soon they died out, the birds pulled through and some how managed to live on and are back to normal. but the humans, the people that dogs swore to protect, swore to stand by became more and more like rabid beasts that were unstoppable and sure enough they turned on each-other but not with weapons with their mouths, nails, with the wants for fresh still warm flesh. they began to eat one another and turning into more and more beast like... no one knew what to do no one was there to lead, to control to take it back the human race was falling apart into beast born, and bred to kill... now the world of man was gone...
or so we thought, we are the dogs that live in this small stone built town were the humans have not come too, they have not figured out that we are here. they fear the sun it burns them now. they are bald nocturnal creatures only coming out to breed and feed, to feed on anything that lives. and that means us. it is unknown if any humans that are not flesh starving killers are still around we never see any all we here are the moans of the night the sounds of their heavy feet hitting at the ground, and moving closer and closer to the place we call our home.
we are the dogs that are trying to make this place our home, trying to live in a world where the man that we once lived beside are now out to kill us, eat us, and turn us into something like them. which yes they can do. one bite from them, or a scratch that may brake the skin can turn us into their flesh craving canines which has happened time and time again they have some of our kind on their side of the battle field and we are now in for the fight of a life time.
