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In the year 2019, a virus mutated in a a young beagle puppy from South Devon. At first the puppy behaved normally and continued playing with it's owners. This continued for a week but on the eighth day the virus took hold and the puppy began shaking uncontrollably and snarling at everything. He became agressive and unaware of his surroundings. A few days later, the puppy was dead.
At first the virus, code named HR-7, only affected canines and spread rapidly through most of the UK a year later. The virus was passed on from canine to canine by Saliva. Be it biting another dog, licking them or even sharing the same food or water.The symptoms became progressively worse with the infected canines showing similiar signs to rabies. They became more agressive and their eyes became bloodshot and irritable. There was a complete change of character in infected dogs and due to an increase in agression, hundreds of humans had been attacked and some even killed. Mans best friend was now Mans worse Nightmare. Some dog owners have had their beloved pets put down before they became infected. Others had abandoned their dogs to roam the country. Due to this, the government has legalised the shooting of "wild dogs" though some organisations have tried to encourage people to turn in stray dogs.
This virus has affected thousands of lives. Both canine and human. As of yet, there is no cure.
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How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Months? It seemed like that day was a lifetime away. If it had been, then why was she still here?
Cait yawned loudly and stretched, spreading out her paws one in front of the other in an attempt to get rid of the sleepy feeling in the tips. She then shook herself and sat down half in and half out of a kennel which had been her home for a good while now, ever since the incident with her brother. She raised her head and looked up and the sky as it started to transform from a deep blue colour to a dark grey. Maybe today? Would today be the day where things went back to the way they use to be?
As if on cue, lights flickered on in the house on the other side of the yard. Cait whined excitedly and her tail began to wag as if it had a life of its own. The front door then opened and a tall man stepped out. He wore jeans, a shirt and an old brown coat which smelt of smoke and hay. His face was aging slightly and his once brown hair was flecked with grey in which he had a cap perched precariously on top of as if to hide the fact that he was getting old. This was Mr Davies, the owner of Apple Farm and Cait’s Master.
“Master!” barked Cait and she stood up, her tail wagging furiously.
Mr Davies did not appear to have heard her but instead reached into his pocket and produced a pipe which he then placed some tobacco into the end and lit it with a match which was produced from another pocket. He then looked over his shoulder and appeared to address someone who was out of sight.
“How many more have we lost last night?”
“Another three.” The voice answered. “Those Mutts are getting dangerous. Take ye Gun Love.”
Mr Davies nodded before pulling the door shut and walking slowly over to Cait. Cait barked excitedly. Yes! Today was the day! She ran forwards but was pulled back by the rope attached to her collar. Cait whined and strained forward so that she was stood up on her hide legs. Mr Davies stood in front of her, just out of Cait’s reach and pointed to the ground. The command to sit. Cait did as she was told and sat down, her tail still wagging madly. Mr Davies then sighed before wandering over to a shed which stood to the side of the yard. When he returned, he was carrying a food bowl filled with tasteless dry pellets that humans often fed their dogs and placed in on the ground. He then gently pushed it towards Cait with his foot. Cait whined again and looked up at her Master expectantly.
“Please Master. I will be good.”
Of course Mr Davies did not understand Canine talk and merely turned his back on her, heading towards the gate which led to the open fields. Cait turned away and looked down at the food placed in her bowl before heading back to her kennel and lying down.
Why was her Master still so afraid? Cait hadn’t done anything wrong. She had watched her own brother been shot by her Master after he had killed one of the flock. But why had he killed one? Why had he smelt so different? What had happened to him in the woods that day? Had he come across one of those mutts? Cait had heard them at night, calling others to join them.
“Come! Come! Join! Be Wild! Pack...Pack...Pack!”
But what was a pack? And why were humans so afraid of dogs now? Would she be tied up here forever? What was it like to be wild and.....why were dogs turning away from the humans to become wild? Cait sighed and looked up at the sky as the greys started to get lighter.
Would tomorrow be different?
