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My quest was just beginning, but I needed guidance, guidance I could only obtain from a witch.  The rotting husk of a once great city lay before me like a corpse, and I approached the front gates.  The witch lived somewhere within the labyrinth of collapsed buildings and ruined alleyways.  She would help me, but the city was not a friendly place.

The city’s gates were two massive sheets of steel topped with barbed wire.  Once built to keep whatever horrors roamed the wastes out, they now hung agape on rusted hinges.  I readied my crossbow and cautiously walked towards the opening.  Before I could reach it, the patter of rapidly approaching feet from the other side forced me to retreat.  Two demon dogs slowly came into view through the crack in the gateway, and I let loose a bolt from my crossbow.  The first dog fell while the second advanced slowly, locking its baleful eyes with mine.  I scrambled to reload and fired again, dropping the last hound.

Before I could exhale a sigh of relief an entire pack of dogs emerged from the gates.  Realizing there was no way to defeat these with my crossbow, I searched my pockets for an incendiary marble.  The marble was cold in my fingers, but creating heat was its job, and it was a job it did well.  I flung the marble into the midst of the pack.  It hit the cracked asphalt and erupted in a flash of super-hot light, instantly incinerating the dogs to ash.

Having dealt with the hellhounds, I quickly made my way through the dark alleys to the witch’s lair.  She welcomed me in and game me the information I sought.  As I left, she presented me with three gifts.  The first was my pair of pliers I had lost.  The second was a magical katana that would easily dispatch any more dogs I encountered.  The last was a screwdriver with which I was to loot a chest in the street outside to obtain another item vital to my quest.  I thanked her and went on my way.

As I entered the ruined streets once more, a pack of feral cats came scrambling out of an alleyway across the street directly towards me.  I raised my katana and slashed at them as they went by.  With each sword stroke, a cat vanished with a silent wisp of smoke.  Ghost cats.  It soon became clear what the cats were fleeing from, as another pack of dogs burst from the alley to charge me.  I stood my ground, and raised the sword high.

Gnashing teeth and lunging jaws assaulted me.  I spun in a circle becoming a whirlwind dervish of death.  Dogs fell to the ground, sliced neatly in half to be trampled over by still more jumping for my throat.   In a matter of seconds it was over.  A dozen fresh demon dog corpses surrounded me.  I finally lowered my sword and went to leave.

As I was walking back towards the gates I suddenly recalled the chest that I had forgotten to open and its contents I was meant to retrieve.  I turned back and stopped.  In my path stood another dog, but this one was different from the previous type.  It was yellow, with a blue collar and simply sat there, watching me.  I couldn’t be sure if it was a real dog, so I had to investigate.  I extended my sword and gently poked it in the ribs.  It just sat there.  “Yep, that’s a real dog,” I said, and moved on.

I turned the corner of a collapsed building into a dead end alley where the chest was supposed to be.  Instead, I found several more dogs, but these were thin, mangy mutts sniffing around the piles of garbage.  With shock I recognized one, a large red dog.  It was Maximus, one of my dogs from back home.

“Maximus!  Buddy, what are you doing here?  You poor thing!”  I rushed to his side and his tail wagged happily.  I set down my sword and gave him a big hug.  The other dogs stared to approach.  I clung tighter to Max.

“No!  You stay away from him!”  I stood to attack them but they all suddenly looked like Max as well.  I spun in confusion, trying to find the real Maximus so I could get him out of there.  Darkness began to fill the alley and I dropped to my knees.  From out of the shadows approached another dog, a massive black mastiff coated in garbage and slime.  The other dogs crowded around and the black mastiff loomed over me, shouldering me to the ground.  It was now so dark I could barely see.

The mastiff placed its jaws around my head and began to squeeze.


The gravel of the dry creek bed crunched beneath my boots.  Soon this would be site to a massive freeway overpass and changeover, a concrete spaghetti bowl of twisting roads and towering pillars.  For now though, the project was just getting started, and we were there to make sure it went smoothly.  Upon arriving at the site, Dad, Kevin, the others of our inspection team, and I set off to inspect the construction workers.

It was to no one’s surprise that we found groups of them simply standing around, idly chatting or even napping in the shade.  Typical Cal Trans bullshit.  They’ll never get this thing done on time. My father was particularly upset about the on-ramp not going up and left us to go berate the project manager.  He walked down the creek, directly under the suspended loads of the construction cranes.  Very dangerous.  Where are the safety officers?  Why are they letting him go there unescorted? It was then I realized they truly didn’t care.  We were on our own.

Kevin and I grabbed our packs and took off into the forest.  We soon came to a small clearing.  Filling the clearing were rows upon rows of young marijuana plants, laid out in a grid beneath suspended wires.  The wires hung a couple feet off the ground and were hooked up to a nearby transformer that was simultaneously running at two different frequencies.  The wires hanging overhead, positively vibrating from the electricity coursing through them, emitted a glowing neon green light providing the plants below perfect irradiated nourishment.  Underground, beneath the plants, was a mirrored grid of wires running at a very low frequency.  This enabled just the right amount of heat to work its way up to the plants.

I stooped to inspect the wires.  Fools.  The wires are a good idea, but didn’t they see how sharp they were? Some of the plants were already reaching the wires above them, and were getting sliced off short on the razor sharp edges.

Hunger was turning my stomach into a knot, so we moved on.  A wide meadow opened in front of us, its tall grass thick with glistening dew.  By now we were nearly starving.  I looked down and was overjoyed.  Scattered among the tall blades of grass and damp soil of the meadow was a trail of Fruit Loops.  Kevin and I dropped to the ground and began to ravenously devour each Fruit Loop we could find.  So fruity, so delicious, just what we needed.

A baby’s cry somewhere in the distance interrupted our meal.  We froze, straining to hear any more sounds in the suddenly silent air.  We kept to a crouch as we hurried to the edge of the meadow and hid behind a large log.  I poked my head up.  A trail ran on the other side of the log, sloping down to the creek bed far below.  From here we could see the construction site, the workers finally moving about, hauling wheelbarrows full of gravel.

I spotted a coyote down near the end of the trail.  Coyotes can be dangerous, but usually only if they are hunting in a pack. Good thing this one was alone…  It took only seconds for me to notice the other 2 coyotes sprinting up the trail towards me, yipping and howling, but those were precious seconds I couldn’t spare.  I took off at a sprint in the other direction, but I knew my chances were slim.  Frozen in terror, Kevin remained motionless, crouched atop the log.

The rapid sound of padding feet grew closer behind me.  I wasn’t going to outrun them.  Planting my foot down firmly I skidded to a halt and turned to stand my ground.  The lead coyote leaped, lunging with its snapping jaws for my face.  I reached out and grabbed it by the throat with both hands, trying to strangle the life out of it as I held it at bay.  The other two in the pack arrived, and I desperately flung the coyote in my grasp back and forth, attempting to shield me from the other vicious hunters.