It was a cold and stormy night when the shadow appeared in the sky. It was shaped like an arrowhead, and it made a whistling sound; then it struck the center of the town. A cloud of fog burst from the arrowhead and wrapped itself around the city. The dogs had heard the noise, and came out from their hiding places. They realized that this was no fog, but some kind of poison, and as soon as they breathed it in, they lay where they had fallen. After three days of the poisonous fog, new people began arriving in the town. They had on special suits, and they breathed through spouts and masks. Dogs came in, hundreds of them; Pit-bulls. They were twice the size of any ordinary dog, and they attacked the local dogs, all of the packs. Then they did something that no stray dog would have ever attempted, they started to attack humans. Many dogs tried to confront them and ask them why they were attacking, but these canines seemed to have no brain, only listening to what they were trained to do. The lead dog, Bone, was the only one who ever talked, but his words were short and not so sweet,
“We come with no mercy,
And many will die,
You won’t be so lucky,
If you’re left alive…
We do not bite the hand that feeds us, and we please the hand that whips us…”

A ring of fire has enveloped the town and no one can escape the dogs; they are in a living Nightmare that they can never wake up from. A prophecy has been spoken, but can the dogs unite together to find the answer, let alone work together to solve it?

‘Four must become one, and the light must be spotted, or the future of the packs is bloodily dotted…’