I must have hit my head hard. This can’t happen. Not now. I happen to be on my side, looking limp. My head lay on dozens of small concrete bits. I shakily sit up, and realize this world isn’t what I remember. I look to my left, and see catnip. I shudder. I look to my right, and see my food bowl. I try standing up, and I was scarred. Freshly. “Help!” I bark out as loud as I can. No response. My bark echoed pretty far. But no response. The ground was pale gray, and cracked. The sky was extremely orange. Buildings were crumbled. I sharply exhale. I slowly walk toward my food bowl. I lower my head and lick little bits of my food. I heard a raven call ka kaw! I raised my head up to look. The raven was circling me. There was only one meaning: wolves. I immediately turned my head behind. No wolf was around. False alarm. I roll my eyes and face fro. That nasty bird took the last of my food. I jerked my head up to see the raven fly south. I watched until it was no longer seen. Well. I’m Holo. I’m a Rhodesian ridgeback. I was, or am, a pet. My humans must have… well, died in the meteor shower. Nothing remained except me. I made a soft whine. I take one paw step fro, rocks slid down from my paw. I pulled my paw away. I scented blood. I try to find its location. Apparently my paw is cut open. I shake my head and continue finding liveliness.
It is night. Nothing. I waisted all the time I had for that. I crept near a smashed window. Supposedly came to my beloved house. I leap inside my broken house. A quarter of the house was gone. I looked around. At least half the couch had survived. I leap on it. I lie down on it. Head on paws. Tears start to stream down my eyes. I use my arm to wipe it off. I put my head on my paws once again. More tears come. Where am I? Why did this happen? I just wish this was a dream. My eyes start to close…
I immediately awoke at dawn. I felt much more stronger. I slowly heave myself up. My paws felt shaky. I yawned. I jump down from the couch. I looked around. Shattered glass. Half of the roof was open. As the wood may have fallen. The portrait of me was not completely ruined, but was still a bit… wrecked. Our dull gray walls was now rusty. The floor was ripped. Rusty too. I start to lick my chest. Then my arms. I gaze left to right. I start to walk toward the kitchen. I scent another living thing here. I start to crouch. And slowly move myself under the kitchen table. My teeth start to grit. I try to peer around the table. There was movement four pit bull-lengths away. I gasped. It was a coyote. She was eating my food. I growl. And crept forward. I launch myself at the coyote. She whirled around me. And she bit into my neck. I yelp. I use my left hind leg and kick her in the chest. The coyote backed away from me. But she swiftly was going after my injured right hind leg. I bite the coyote’s arm. And push her down with my paws. I intently bite more fiercer in her arm. The coyote finally yapped. “Stop!” She barked. I release my bite. “Why should I? You mutt.” I growl. I don’t forget what things happen. That is me. The coyote shifted away from me. Blood oozing out of her arm. She gave it a few licks. I sit up. And I glare at her. “I should be leaving.” The coyote stepped back. She ran out of this broken house. I watched her until she remained unseen. I launch myself at the food the coyote saved. I wolfed it all down. And I smack my lips together. I lick my lips also. The kitchen sink was still… alive? I stand on my two legs and put my paws on the counter. I at least watch how my Two-legs operate this mechanical junk. I pull the lever right with my very own paws, and lap millions. I don’t care if this water tastes miserable. I have to acknowledge the fact that I have to do whatever it takes to get home. I go back to standing on all four. I look out at the open. I quickly scratch behind my ear. When I get home, I’m definitely removing these fleas. I assuredly head out of my house. I take one glance back, and go straight forward. The same way the coyote went.
