Humans are vile creatures. They lie, cheat, steal, do whatever they can that is best for them. And so, as many people seem to do in this chaotic whirlwind of a book, they stray away from their own kind. They run away from the cities, which once were good for the economy. They destroy their homes, which once held food and cherished memories. And they hide, in places which were once full of joy. That is how any good story starts. With the humans, seemingly in terror.
Our story starts with the least terrified character of all.
“Ruby!” a boy yelled, searching through his bedroom. The little dog had left a trail of red, muddy fur, but Silas could not seem to find her. A part of him was nervous that perhaps she had been eaten by the neighbours, but that seemed impossible. The neighbours still had a cat that they refused to eat.
The boy found the small red dog hiding under his bed, trembling. “There you are, sweet little Ruby!” He cradled her in his arms, patting bher head. He knew why she was so terrified of him.
On the balcony was a boiling pot of water sitting over a campfire.