روايات وقصص ضمن Survivor Dogs

Soon after Tsao's group reunited, the wolves retreated ending the battle as quickly as it started. Among the survivors there were few standing, making Tsao realize how close they were to end up among the casualties. When he met bob he was about to fight a wolf barehanded and Anne would have been a sacrifice just to earn a couple seconds more to a lowly scum who wouldn't even fight for himself. Some people were mourning the dead while others walked around trying to help any survivors. Tsao noticed that there were those who would die after a single bite and those who survived even the most gruesome wounds, but still perished due to blood loss or lack of treatment.

I needed to find a way, any way, before the plague took what I had no right to claim and had wanted with my whole life anyway. But the pack was going crazy. The smaller packs were being eradicated, wiped out one bloodline at a time, their territories left silent. And there were the rumors. Talk drifting up from the southern borders of a man, a stranger, half a prophet and half a madman, standing on the edges of ruined villages and calling out to the survivors. Join me, or suffer. That was what they said he told them. Join me, or rot like the rest. I knew it could be Tyson. But it also couldn’t be. He was dead. He had to be dead.

Ardina looked away from her comrade Jeff, who is brutally fighting him and Nickel, to sigh but She was caught by the wolf that Louis and Niall are fighting with all their might He threw Nayel to the ground violently, and Louie's wolf was shocked by his strength! The wolf grabbed the alarm and pressed it!!!! The sound fills the whole flock Mars panicked to run towards him, planting his fangs in his guts immediately, howling hard He went and smashed the gate to get in quickly He found them withered and some dead to break their chains with the rest quickly He let out such a strong voice that he couldn't communicate with them because they weren't from his flock but they understood

I whispered. The dogs growled, drooling, slamming against the cages. Kade looked proud. “My dad helped me get them. Pretty sweet, huh?” “These things are illegal!” I snapped. Mutant dogs were terrifying. Some had venomous teeth that could kill on contact. They were only ever used in underground fight clubs or by elite military units for brutal training. But no way in hell should students be using them. One guy whistled. “Didn’t know she was such a prude. And a scaredy-cat too.”

The woods felt awake now, listening to every word. Finally, the elder spoke again. “For generation, this village survived because of the forest.” “No” someone whispered behind him. “Don’t tell her.” but he ignored them. his eyes stayed fixed on me, heavy with old guilt. “Long before you were born, people started disappearing during the winters. Crops failed. Children died. The rivers flooded every season until the land became useless. Then something was found beneath the woods.” A chill crawled up my spine. “Found?”

"The hounds are connected to their handlers through blood bonds. If we hurt them, the coalition forces will know exactly where we are." Aurora made a soft sound—not distress, but something that carried an odd note of curiosity. Several of the rescued survivors turned toward her, their own magical senses picking up on whatever had caught the baby's attention. "Wait," Maya whispered, her young voice filled with wonder. "Listen." Through the forest came a new sound—not the mechanical breathing of the tracking hounds, but something wilder. Howls echoed from multiple directions, but these carried the complex harmonies of true wolf song rather than the modified creatures surrounding them.

"The apocalypse is coming anyway. Even if we don't kill Jaime, he won't last. But your dogs don't look right. Let's go back. We can watch tomorrow." Dylan thought it over, then shot me a cold look. "You know what? Dying today's too easy for you. Watching you homeless and swarmed by zombies—that's better." He and Bella dragged the three dogs off. I let out a breath. Then my muscles locked up again. Right now, pets might ignore their owners. But once the Apocalypse System kicked in, each one would become its owner's most loyal guardian. When that happened, I wouldn't just be hiding from zombies. I'd have to watch my back for Dylan too.

I frankly said to them. Everyone packs up their things and gathers their weapon. I summoned my hellhounds to transport us away from my fortress. My hellhounds are the only animal-like creature who can survive hell. Oslec helps me in carrying Aria at the back of the hounds. The rest of them individually hops onto their assigned hellhounds.

Either way, I'm in trouble. Since the infection spread and people started dying, all the house pets reverted back to their basic instincts. I've seen dogs tearing zombies apart for a meal, and even turning on each other. They'll do anything to survive, including eat me alive, just like a zombie. Honestly, I'd rather have the zombie. They move slower, and aren't as coordinated.

She peeked her head up to look at them through the door window, confirming they were the two from earlier. One was a Scout breed, bred by the Aliane to track anything no mater how old the sent was. Once they picked up on the trail the only ways to get them off it was either to start a fire around the area or to shoot them. The other was a Hunter breed. Hunter breeds are stronger than the Scout breed, so they were often paired up. The Scout would track the target while the Hunter would chase it down. The third breed type is Soldier; a K9 bred to be large and strong, used almost exclusivly during raids and battles.