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Chapter 1 - & all we are, just zeros and ones.
It was like looking at a train wreck. The group had either
abandoned their
home or been abandoned by their own home. Now they stood at a
standstill; legs
weary with travel, heads heavy with their own disease of
thought. Each one of them
carried their own unique disorder, one a cynic, one a tyrant,
one a leader, and theothers followers. Perhaps it was a curse that
had brought them to this moment in
time, staring down the abandoned kingdom as if it had been their
own all along. A
chilly breeze accompanied them as they stood motionless in front
of the zoo. The
breeze seemed to last an eternity; bristling not only their
coats but also their minds.
What was had appeared in front of them? Not only a world of
freedom but a haven
placed away from their former homes of discord. To their small
brains it was nothing
to take pride in. The damage which this establishment had
endured made it appear
as ominous ruinseven more ominous to the suspicious dogs that
had underwent
long speculations of time. Each subordinate briefly looked
around them in the area
which encompassed them. None of them dared to make a move. In a
way, their
hopeful eyes resembled the residues of pain which were painted
on the ruins
around them. The group didnt know exactly what to do or what to
think. The dogs
had been plagued by indecision and their own insecurity. What
lay in front of them
was unknown to their minds and foreign to their pads. Their
bodies shook with
autumns chill, eyes closing just to embrace their own anxiety.
The moment seemed
to sit forever in front of them, awkwardly staring at them as
they stood like statues.
It had been about three or four minutes since they had
arrived.
A dog began to bark ferociously, peeling open the eyes of those
who stood
defending their bodies from the chilly temperatures. Every dog
which could see
greeted the sight which unraveled in their presence. Julian, a
black mongrel with a
creepy bi-colored eye, had approached the welcoming gate of the
condemned zoo.
Shortly after Julian had moved a masculine German Shepherd
figure began to follow
after Julian. Most of the dogs were now glancing about, eyeing
each other with
uncertainty. Julian cocked his head to the side, then rolling
his eyes sarcastically at
the pathetic group. Almost on cue, his faithful crazy Belgian
Malinois bitch named
Menace followed suit. Julian snorted in satisfaction to her
gesture of unprovoked
obedience. The black mongrel then lined his sight with the
approaching German
Shepherd male which he quickly recognized as Tyrant. Julians
ears perked straight
up with intent towards the courageous move. Julian made no
signal of
encouragement or appreciation for Tyrant was only displaying his
character.
However, where were all the others? Tyrant moved his head from
Menace and thento Julian, giving a nod of recognition for the
honorable male. He then stood right by
Julian just as any obedient Beta male should. Julian ignored the
gesture to hiss at
the frozen group in front of him. The rumble tickled his vocals
and narrows his soft
eyelids of knowledge with scorn. He quickly moistened the crown
of his maw before
parting it to speak, theres no one here who gives a shit. His
vocals hit
the air gruffly, showing the group how much of an orator he
could be. No dog
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moved, blinked, or sighed. Barely anyone even breathed. Get your
head out of
your assesyou think anything scary would want a dump like this?
Julian
snorted before continuing his little speech of encouragement.
Its perfect for
shitbags like meJulians eyes were peeled open by a short
epiphany of
realization. Julian would have to be careful before he let words
roll off his tongue
like that. I meant us. Whatever, just move your asses before you
all freeze todeath. Lets go, now.
Each dog cautiously glanced around once more before agreeing
with Julian.
Slowly, very slowly, the dogs moved through the warning signs
and broken fence to
enter the zoo. They were happy they did because to it was their
last hope to
harmony.
