Talk to the Paw

Buck is a streetwise beagle pup living on a small island off of Cornwall. He thinks he has what it takes to survive, until a member of his pack is kidnapped and taken to a mysterious island that suffered a nucelar explosion a few years ago. As Buck realises that his enemies are more than just stary dogs, he puts his life, and the lives of those around him, into danger. Can he rescue his packmate and get out alive?

Business was booming at the Animal Experimental Station and all of the employees received the pay checks they had expected and had wanted.

It was not so good for the animal, of course, as their pain was the companies gain and their needs were never satisfied.. 

In one part of the factory a new brand of hair dye was being tested on a small group of dogs, pink hair dye. The dye had made the dogs fur turned an embarrassing pink colour, and formed a rash on the animal’s skin. In another part a deodorant was being sprayed over rats, who had then developed a sneezing problem. 

Throughout the network of buildings, new tings were being tested, and it was these new things, one in particular, that would cause the greatest disaster for fifty years. A disaster so great no one would come within a hundred miles of the Animal Experimental Station.

Some scientists were creating a new type of bomb to aid their people in the ever-growing wars that were waged across the planet.


Once scientist, a senior member called Dr. Drake, got very cocky and overly-confident and decided to increase the power of the bomb.

He added a dangerous amount of gunpowder and some toxic chemicals to the bombs already devastating mixture and decided he should be the one to test his modified creation.

He booked the most secure room in the whole building for his dangerous experiment; the Lockdown zone.


The Lockdown zone was famous for its indestructible walls and impregnable system of locks.

The scientist put his bomb, which was a football-sized metal ball with many different switches on its surface and a timer fixed into it, in the middle of the room and set the detonator for one minute. He came out of the room swiftly, locked the door and stood back to watch his handiwork. It seemed to take a considerable amount of time for the timer to count own to zero and the minute passed as if it was an hour. Once the timer did reach zero, however, it failed to explode and the scientists suddenly found himself doubting his genius. The assistants around him, the ones that took care of the Lockdown zone and made sure it was flawless in its indestructibility, were looking at him oddly. The old mans lost it was what they were no doubt thinking. Dr Drake would admit he was old and his mind was becoming less and less magnificent, but he still made the most money out of anyone at the Animal Experimental Station, almost £1,000,000 a year. The deflated scientists was about to return to his quarters and try to work out why his bomb had not gone off when the round metal sphere in the Lockdown zone started beeping rapidly.

Dr Drake knew that sound because he had programmed it to beep in such a way if there was an error with the explosion.

“Oh Crap, I must have added to much magnesium to the mix, the bomb must have ceased” Drake said to himself. He opened the door, disappointment heavy on his wrinkled face, and sauntered half-heartedly towards the sphere. Before he had a chance to think or to even warn the assistants to shut the door, the bomb exploded. The noise was deafening, even through the thick walls.

The bleached walls started crumbling and, as the power of the explosion increased, it caved in completely. Drake died immediately, never to see the devastating effect of his bomb. The room went up like a giant fiery mushroom, engulfing the surrounding area and creating a chain reaction of other bombs and chemicals to go off around the building. The whole facility was engulfed in flames and the flames mushroomed high into the sky, causing everywhere within a hundred miles of the Station to glow with heat. It had all happened so fast that no one had a chance of escaping. The employees and professors all ran around in crazed circles, screaming as either the toxic gas emitted from the bomb or the fire it created finally reached them.

The sheer might of the explosion resulted in the quick and sudden deaths of many in the building. Employees choked to death on the toxic gasses, animals succumbed to the flames trapped in their cages and the walls crumbled until they finally collapsed. At the far side of the burning structure, ten dogs were out on their daily walks; to be a test dog they needed to be fit and healthy.

Sensing that trouble was afoot, all ten of the dogs started tugging on their leashes with a combined strength enough to escape from their stunned walker. The ten dogs raced towards the nearest wire mesh fence, a fence armed to the teeth in barbed wire and managed to topple it over. They were free, but not safe. They pelted off into the forest before the walker could think.

He too was soon killed in the blast.      

The dogs kept running and stayed together for as far as they could. When they had put a considerable distance between them and the burning rubble of the building, they halted and panted for fresh air.

Ten dogs had escaped from their captors; luckily ten dogs remained in that forest, wheezing and happy to be alive. But the trouble was not over yet.

The gas emitted from the bomb spread far and wide, thinning as it did. It flowed through the trees and over diseased rivers, and with distance it became less and less dangerous, but not altogether safe to breath.

The ten canines did not notice the thin, rolling cloud of gas as it entered the clearing they had rested in. All of them were still breathing heavily and the gas soon entered heir bodies and mutated them. At first the dogs felt no pain or any unusual feeling that might have signalled the presence of the gas. But then, one by one, they all fell to the ground yelping in distress and pain. The agony ended quickly as the dogs’ bodies slowly shaped themselves into larger, more formidable beings.

The muzzles widened and lengthened to form a face as long as an alligators. New, sharper teeth pushed old canines out of the elongated mouth. The backbone of each and every dog arched and twisted and the legs became longer and stronger. Their ribcages became larger and the organs inside their bodies did also. Information transmitted to the animal's brains changed, and the dogs were no longer tame creatures but wild, bloodthirsty monsters.

The gas had changed them drastically, and all ten of the dogs craved blood and longed to cause death and suffering. They would kill and wreak havoc and their was no stopping them.


The End

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