Post by Captian Arizona on Jul 4, 2017 1:47:39 GMT -5
Encino city.
Humans curse this city by its name.
The conspiracies that happen in this forsaken town have never been pulled up from the ground, for people do not want to risk their lives to find it out.
Although, one story stands out more than the rest.
The year is 4067.
The humans have suffered another depression, causing them to fall behind in the practices of medicine, and machinery. Buildings begin to run down over the years, collapsing due to inefficient works of carpentry. Soon, the humans fall to debt. Many commit suicide or move away from the town to start a new beginning elsewhere. The ones who have stayed, will pay for their presence in years to come.
The year is 4070.
Half of Encino cities population has decreased. The ones that do call it their home are now suffering from lack of stores, banks, business's all together. Their lives are changing drastically, and they have no clue how to mend or adapt. Meanwhile, the canines of the city know something is coming. In homes across the town, dogs are turning on their owners. Rebelling, fighting, running. They know what is coming, and the humans are too dumbfounded to figure out the same thing.
The year is 4073.
Its here.
Dark clouds surface the horizon in the early morning, blanketing the sky in a ebony hue as the storm begins to set in. The remaining pets and strays have begun to drive themselves insane. Their owners refusing to listen cause them to panic, and flee. Humans rush after their dogs into the eye of the storm.
Now it has set in.
Thunder booms overhead, lighting strikes in five different locations all over the city at a time. Humans panic, placing themselves in 'storm shelters' or underground to hide from the vicious wind and rain the storm carries with it. But that will not shield them for long. Lightning cascades across the sky, branching out amongst the clouds. Yanking itself downward, daring to touch the earths surface. It caresses the earth multiple times before one strike started it. Touching down in a rather dry area, a fire starts. The rain is ceasing.
Another strike starts a fire elsewhere, then another across the city.
Soon, ravaging flames are crawling up the sides of buildings, into peoples homes; burning them alive. The whole city soon becomes engulfed in flames. Everything burns, smolders, and dies down after a week.
And arising from the ashes, are two littermates. Arizona, and Dzuma. Forgotten by their owners before the storm arrived, the two knew exactly where to take cover where they would not be touched. Their smarts have given them a extra chance at life.
But now, the city is gone. Burned and broken buildings are the only things the fire left them to have.
Humans curse this city by its name.
The conspiracies that happen in this forsaken town have never been pulled up from the ground, for people do not want to risk their lives to find it out.
Although, one story stands out more than the rest.
The year is 4067.
The humans have suffered another depression, causing them to fall behind in the practices of medicine, and machinery. Buildings begin to run down over the years, collapsing due to inefficient works of carpentry. Soon, the humans fall to debt. Many commit suicide or move away from the town to start a new beginning elsewhere. The ones who have stayed, will pay for their presence in years to come.
The year is 4070.
Half of Encino cities population has decreased. The ones that do call it their home are now suffering from lack of stores, banks, business's all together. Their lives are changing drastically, and they have no clue how to mend or adapt. Meanwhile, the canines of the city know something is coming. In homes across the town, dogs are turning on their owners. Rebelling, fighting, running. They know what is coming, and the humans are too dumbfounded to figure out the same thing.
The year is 4073.
Its here.
Dark clouds surface the horizon in the early morning, blanketing the sky in a ebony hue as the storm begins to set in. The remaining pets and strays have begun to drive themselves insane. Their owners refusing to listen cause them to panic, and flee. Humans rush after their dogs into the eye of the storm.
Now it has set in.
Thunder booms overhead, lighting strikes in five different locations all over the city at a time. Humans panic, placing themselves in 'storm shelters' or underground to hide from the vicious wind and rain the storm carries with it. But that will not shield them for long. Lightning cascades across the sky, branching out amongst the clouds. Yanking itself downward, daring to touch the earths surface. It caresses the earth multiple times before one strike started it. Touching down in a rather dry area, a fire starts. The rain is ceasing.
Another strike starts a fire elsewhere, then another across the city.
Soon, ravaging flames are crawling up the sides of buildings, into peoples homes; burning them alive. The whole city soon becomes engulfed in flames. Everything burns, smolders, and dies down after a week.
And arising from the ashes, are two littermates. Arizona, and Dzuma. Forgotten by their owners before the storm arrived, the two knew exactly where to take cover where they would not be touched. Their smarts have given them a extra chance at life.
But now, the city is gone. Burned and broken buildings are the only things the fire left them to have.
