Amy coughed . Once she started , she could not stop . The pain racked at her ribs , burning inside of her like fire . She cried out unable to stand the unbearable pain that radiated through her , but stopped at her legs . She spit out a metallic tasting liquid that came up with the coughs and started coughing again . The coughing fit died down and she relaxed , letting her head fall to the side . The light that surrounded her came from a fire that sat not five feet away . She could not see the fuel or where it might have come from . Then again her head hurt so bad and her eyes where watering so much that she could barely see the red liquid that seemed to be splattered around her . She waited , trying to will herself to sit up , but her body screamed not to yet . " Help . " Amy 's voice came out raspy and dry . It hurt to speak . " Help . " Her voice cracked and she tried again . " Help me , please . Is there anyone there ? " There was no reply . Amy slowly prepared herself to sit up . One of her hands wouldn 't move . Pain shot through the other when she tried to put weight on it . Amy growled and pulled herself up using her abs . She couldn 't help the tears , it was hard to take the pain , the kind of pain she imagined someone felt when they were shot . All around her she could see nothing but dirt and gravel and chunks of cement that trapped her feet , beyond that was darkness . She looked up and could barely see a pinprick of light hanging there . Twelve . The number popped into her mind , making her head hurt worse . She wondered what twelve had to do with anything then wondered if she had fallen from the pinprick of light . No , she decided , it was too far , she would have died . How did she get there then ? Where ever there was ? She tried to remember what had happened before she woke up . Where was she ? Her head started to work again . Carefully , she started to wiggle her feet out from the broken pieces of cement and rock . The boulders tore at her skin , but she kept going wanting only her legs and feet to be free . With a cry , she yanked them " Why am I here ? What 's SCAB ? " She whispered . She looked down at the floor and realized it was metal , and saw the huge cable in laying in the middle . It didn 't seem long enough to reach the pinprick light , so she assumed the rest was still handing up there somewhere . On the other side of the words , opposite the fire , was a ladder that must have broken off and fallen to land and stay on the other side of the shaft . That wasn 't going to be a way out , so the only way to escape would be to go down . She scanned the floor , looking for an escape hatch into the elevator cab . She found one , already open , but half blocked off about two feet from where she woke up . Amy put her back to the rock blocking it and shoved . The rock screeched as she pushed it across the metal and out of the way . She sat on the edge of the hole , unable to see down , knowing undoubtedly there were rocks under her and that it would hurt a lot when she landed . Amy put her feet through the hole and let herself fall through . She concentrated on landing on her unwounded ankle and hit the ground with a thud . She cried out , unable to cry quietly anymore and sat on the lumpy , slightly squishy floor . The pain faded away and she realized that the drop hadn 't been as long as she expected , or as rocky . A dreadful stench filled her lungs , making her cough . She reached out , trying to figure out what she had landed on . Her fingers tangled up with something . . . Hair like . She followed it to where it came from and reached out to touch it . Skin . Amy screamed and jumped away , but only landed or more lumpy , squishy human things . They weren 't things , though , she realized . They were actually humans . She screamed again , trying to find the wall , knowing that she wouldn 't be able to jump back through the hole . Her back hit the a wall and a hallow echoing thud filled the room . She screamed , scared by the wall , then realized what it was , a door . She screamed again , " Let me out . Let me out . Please , let me out ! " Amy clawed at the door . " Let me out , let me outPosted by The cab slowed to a stop at the red light . Camie glanced at Sherlock who was staring out the window . " So you 're on the forensics team ? " Camie asked . Sherlock glanced at her then back out the window . " I 'm not . I am a Consulting Detective . When the police are out of their depth , the consult me . " " Hello , freak . Lestrade invite you ? " Sally raised the yellow tape so Sherlock could walk under . She stopped Camie . " Who is this ? A girlfriend of yours ? " " Course . It was brilliant . " Sherlock lead Camie up the stairs of the abandoned hotel . Blue crime scene lights lined the steps . " What gave it away ? " " She smelled like man . " Camie let go of his arm as they reached the top . Police men and investigators in blue containment suits hurried every which way . The man from Sherlock 's apartment , Lestrade , was waiting . Sherlock pulled two pairs of while gloves out of his pockets and handed a pair to Camie . " Where is it ? " " I 'll just have to proved them wrong . " He glanced at Camie behind him who had taken off her coat and put her hair up . " Ever seen a dead body ? " Lestrade opened the doors and let them in . A man laid in the middle of the room , sprawled out with a pool of watery blood around his head . " Victim 's name is Mark Bitterpool , age twenty - three , works as a personal assistant at the national bank . Found this morning by two women and a retailer looking to buy this place . " " Why do you think I killed her ? " Sherlock never took his eyes off the body . Lestrade sighed and went back to the doors . He shut them as Sherlock and Camie watched . Written across the door in red was SHERLOCK . " Hmm . Interesting . When was she killed ? " " Good . I didn 't do it . I was stuck inside all day bored . As Mrs . Hudson . " Sherlock turned back to the body . " Now , Miss Greer , what do you think ? " Camie gave Sherlock her coat , who immediately gave it to Lestrade . She picked up both of the dead man 's hands and looked them over . " Detective Inspector why did you think he was murdered ? " Camie pointed at the door . " Look , letters on the door written in blood . A cut on his wrist , his right wrist because he was left handed . How can I tell ? There are ink smudges on the side of his palm . When he wrote , his hand dragged across the paper . Never see a lefty without it . But , if he 's left handed , how come there 's no blood on his hand from writing Sherlock ? Conclusion . He was kidnapped on his way home from work , the murderer force Bitterpool to cut himself and write Sherlock on the door with a paint brush . As soon as bitter pool was done , the murderer slit Mar 's throat , took the knife and the paint brush , and bathed Mark in bleach to kill any biological evidence . " " I 'm not done yet Detective Inspector . Now a man like this on his way home from work would have had a coat , a briefcase , and a smartphone at least . Look at the ground . It 's covered in footprints . You told us not to contaminate evidence . I think your people should also take that advise . If people had been more careful , you might have noticed footsteps leading to the fire place . You will find all of Bitterpool 's missing processions in there . " " Is there anything else you would like to tell me Doctor Greer ? " Lestrade looked away from the fireplace . He couldn 't hide the look of annoyance on his face . He had just realized that he had yet another Sherlock to deal with . " Yes , there is one more thing . There will be more murders . More perfect murders . Why , you ask ? " Camie looked straight at Sherlock . " Who ever did this wants Sherlock 's attention . They 're trying to send a message . " Sherlock cleared his throat , wiping the surprise off of his face . " Course she is . I think we 're done here . Don 't forget to check the fire place . When Camie came back from the restroom , she found her Sherlock laying on the couch , eyes closed , fingertips touching , and one sleeved rolled up . Three skin colored nicotine patches laid on his skin . She sat in a chair by the fire and picked up the violin laying on the ground . She glanced at Sherlock who seemed to be lost in thought then slowly started playing . Camie stared off into space thinking about Sherlock . Maybe it would work out and she wouldn 't be so lonely anymore . He was just as smart as her . She 's been craving for someone who could understand her , actually see the connections . All those nights , sitting in the dorm alone because her roommates thought she was a freak , studying a major that she invented . Professor Young was nice , he offered to pose as the Professor teaching her made up classes for almost eight whole years . He was handsome , but he could never quite keep up with her . Sherlock could . Camie could feel it . Maybe she found a friend . Camie 's phone vibrated in her coat pocket . She abruptly came back down to Earth and stopped playing . She couldn 't remember is she had kept playing that whole time . The text was from Rosalie , wondering where she was . Camie thought about running home , but then remembered she had no cash and her Oyster card was at home . " Sherlock , could I stay the night ? " The thing about politicians is that they can speak for hours without really saying anything . When I was younger , I was sure my grandpa was a politician in a former life . He could talk for hours to my grandma out on that old porch swing . My grandma would daze off every now and again , looking off into the ever expanding field of corn bright green against a rich blue sky . In the end , both of my grandparents would fall asleep in their chairs . Grandma did this because of boredom . Grandpa slept because he had run out of things to say about nothing in particular . I lived in a small town where everybody knew everybody and their business . There was one stop light , a courthouse , 3 churches , 1 grocery store , and one school split between three buildings . Entertainment came in the form of sports and television . If you lived in Harling , you were destined to stay there . I was desperate to leave . My grandfather was a Collins which made me a Collins by blood . We were probably the most famous people in Harling . The reason for that being that I was related to half of the town . The men of my family always ended up like my grandpa . They would farm for 80 years , have sons of their own , sit in rocking chairs watching corn grow , and make their wives fall asleep as they talk about nothing in particular for hours upon hours . If I stayed in Harling , I would end up like my mom : part time job at the green house , with an endless supply of cleaning and caring to do for the rest of my life . I can 't cook , or do dishes , or even fold laundry . My three brothers can do it better than I can . I knew I had to get out . This wasn 't the life for me . I tried to put this into coherent thought and make words come out of my mouth right when I told Grandpa . Everything still came out all jumbled up . Grandpa smiled . " You need to work on speaking your mind , Annie . I 'll give you some advise . " I sat back in my chair by the fireplace , ready to zone out the moment he started talking about nothing . Out of the corner of my eye , Grandma smiled and started rocking back and forth in her rocking chair again . The fire spit little orange embers into the chimney . Grandpa cleared his throat . " Find yourself a project . " He nodded . " A project . Not a school project and it can 't be easy . Pick any topic you like , analyze it , learn about it , then try and pick out something you dislike about it . Then try and change it . " " No , Honey , it was sixth . I have the proof . " Grandma waved a knitting needle at him . I smiled at the two of them and sat back listening to Grandpa start up about local politics and who should have been state senator . After awhile , I heard him move on to complain about voting and the President . I tuned out . Grandpa stopped talking and he was watching me . It took a second before I realized he had asked me something . " Sorry , what ? " I leaned towards him . " Have you thought about voting yet ? " His voice lowered a little . I hesitated . " No , not really . I suppose that if there 's someone I like who doesn 't seem like a self - centered jerk then maybe . " Grandpa laughed . " You women are always so particular about your politics . Has to be the right one . Macy 's the same way . How long since you voted ? " Grandma smiled her old kind smile as if she were remembering a dear memory . " I haven 't voted in twenty years . Seems like they just got worse after Roosevelt . " " Well , why not ? " She set down her knitting needles and reached for her coffee . " I haven 't like anyone whose run for president for more than twenty years . It was a waste of effort filling out a ballot when I didn 't want anyone of them takin ' that vow . " " Why didn 't you like any of them , Grandma ? " I sat back in my chair and slouched down . " There are things that make a good man and a good politician . They are honest , humble , respectful , they keep their word , listen to the people , intelligent and caring , compassionate and trustworthy . " " Seems like women make much better politicians than men . " I started rocking back and forth in my rocking chair . " I think you would be a great politician . " Grandma sipped at her coffee then went back to knitting . " You 'd have my vote . " Grandpa bent over and picked up today 's paper leaving me alone to get lost in though . I remember Grandpa muttering in the background , " She 'd be a better politician than all of the crap they put out there today . " Waiting For November is about a small town girl named Annie , who is looking to change the world . The way she plans to do it is though American Politics , only she 's not running for president . In less than one year , Annie goes from small town girl to International Revolutionary . In this day by day novel , Annie and her team try to keep everyone in the U . S . A . from voting in November and change U . S . Politics forever . So . . . . . I know , I know , I know ! For shame ! I 've missed " three days " . Technically , I have only missed two . I did write one post , but I took it down for reasons to be explained later . Rather than beg for mercy and explain it away , I will do a challenge to make up for it . The challenge can either be a blog challenge or a video challenge . If there are no suggestions , then I guess I won 't be doing a challenge . ~ Snowie That was the first question I ever heard her ask . Those where the first words I ever hear her speak . It wasn 't surprising that she spoke them . It was surprising that those were the words she chose . Not where am I ? Not who are you ? But where are we ? I didn 't even know she was on the TARDIS . I turned around and stared at her . The young girl stared at me . She looked as if she came out of a C . S . Lewis Narnia book . A TARDIS blue bow sat in her hair . The girl 's black hair contrasted sharply with her white nightgown . Her eyes wandered around the Control Room before settling on me as if she were more curious than lost . " Who are you ? " I asked . The girl opened her mouth as if to say something before slowly closing her red lips . After a moment , she slowly opened them again . " Well , I don 't know . Who are you ? " " Where are we ? " She walked down the stairs onto the main deck of the TARDIS room . Her pale feet were bare on the cold metal . I smiled . " Would you like to find out ? " The girl nodded eagerly . I reached out and took her hand . Together we ran for the door . I tossed the door opened and threw her out . Before she could float away out of the air bubble that surrounded the TARDIS , I caught her hand and let her float . She laughed as her raven hair floated and swirled around her head . " We 're in the sky ? " She asked . I nodded . " Well , technically we are in at the very edge of the universe near a soon to be super nova . But you see , that 's the thing . The longer we stay here , the farther away we get from the edge of the universe because this universe is constantly expanding . Expanding into basically nothing . Here 's another thing . The universe has no edge , really , because , well , there is no edge . So we can 't be at the edge . You see the universe is like a bubble . . . " I noticed her face and saw it was only filled with fascination . " Never mind what I said . " " So what your trying to say is that we are basically floating in space next to a star that is about to become a super nova . " The girl smiled and pulled herself back into the TARDIS . She didn 't let go of my hand as we stood face to face , chest to chest . " Nova . " She whispered . The sky was dark , almost a purply - grey - black color . Rain poured down clanging against the glass of the bus stop . The street wasn 't very busy and anyone who did happen to drive by was paying attention to the road and nothing much of anything else . Way up in the grey sky scrapers that lined the street , the politicians , the lawyers , and the businessmen were complaining about having to run out in the rain to catch a cab home . At the corner a bus made a wide turn and barreled through the puddle . The red double decker showed as it reached the bus stop . The doors swung open with a hiss and the driver stared down in to the little glass shelter . Through the pouring rain ran a girl , her head partly hidden by a black hood and a soft purple scarf . With a white fleece gloved hand , she dropped her coins in to the slot and made her way down the aisle . She stumbled as the bus started forward again and sat down in the window seat . She put her large purple plaid book bag in the empty chair next to her . The girl folded her hands in her lap and bit her bottom lip . The chair squeaked a little every time she moved which under other circumstances , would have been fine , except for the fact that she never stopped moving . She leaned to the left as the bus pulled around the corner absentmindedly hanging onto her bag . The corners of her mouth moved up in a little grin , and the girl glanced around the nearly empty bus . The only other people on were an annoyed business woman who was texting angrily and two teenage girls that seemed to be off in their own little land . One was painting her nails and listening to the other talk about something quickly and quietly . They both burst into a short fit of giggles and started talking excitedly . The girl 's grin grew bigger when she heard their laughter . She held her bag as the bus slowed to a stop at the next bus stop . The doors opened with a hiss of steam . A grey fedora appeared and rose slowly . Below it was a man 's face . The collar of his dark grey wool coat was turned up against the rain and wi " Is this seat taken ? " His voice was rich and deep . He looked just like the others who had come to her two months ago . The girl looked around at all of the other empty seats then back up at him . " No . " She took her bag off the seat and laid it on her lap . The man sat down where her bag had been . He put the point of his umbrella between his feet and positioned his hands on top . The man stared straight ahead not saying anymore . The girl looked out the window at the grey - purple - black sky watching the rain fall against the windowpanes of sky scrapers . The man cleared his throat . " Hello . " " Alice Thorton . " She shifted to face him a little surprised that he didn 't know her name . The others had . Alice stuck out her hand . He shook it . " Pleasure to meet you , Miss Thorton . " " And you , Mr . Thomas . " She waited for him to say more . " A young man came into my office this morning asking for me . He gave me a letter and told me that if I ever meet a Miss Alice Thorton . I was to give it to her . I asked him how I would know if it was the right Alice and he told me that I would know when I saw her . He didn 't say anymore , just walked out . " Mr . Thomas stood up as the bus came to a stop . He reached into his pocket and took out a crisp white envelope . Alice took it from him . " Have a good night , Miss Thorton . " He nodded and walked back to the front . He walked down the steps . At the bottom , his fedora fell out of sight . Alice watched him walk across the sidewalk to the shelter . He stood there waiting as the bus pulled away . Alice looked down at the letter . The stationary was thick and creamy , very expensive stuff . On the front in blue ink written in cursive was Miss Alice Thorton . She looked around the bus again wondering if anyone had noticed Mr . Thomas talking to her . Nothing had changed . Alice carefully opened the letter knowing what it would contain and already hating it . Posted by Mom and Dad are dead . James is dead . Ramen is also dead . Ramen killed them and I killed Ramen . Just last night I had given Ramen a bath , fed him , and petted him until he fell asleep in his kennel . Yesterday morning , he ran three miles with me . A week ago , he went hunting with me and my dad . What had happened ? Did Ramen have rabies ? It was unlike any rabies I had ever seen , and I 've seen a lot of dogs with rabies . My dad was the only vet in Mason County , Alabama . I worked for him in the summer and I was planning to go to college and become a vet next fall . I was going to take over dad 's business . People around here always needed vets . Mikey clung to me , he had finished crying . Now , we both sat against the wall staring at Ramen . " Why can 't I go get Daddy ? " Mikey asked . I felt a lump in my throat and almost couldn 't answer . " Daddy and Mommy are sleeping . Just like James . We can 't wake them up . " " Is Wa - men sleeping , too , Jelly ? " I smiled a little . At four years old , Mikey still couldn 't say Julie or Ramen . I ruffled his blond hair . " You know it . " I went back to staring at Ramen . It wasn 't rabies . I hadn 't seen any bites when I gave him a bath . If not rabies , then what ? A mental disorder that suddenly appeared ? What was new ? What had been changed in Ramen 's life recently ? Nothing . I stood up and felt the drying blood crack on my skin . I needed to get this off . I needed a shower , desperately . This wasn 't deer blood or wild boar blood or fish blood . This blood was human and dog blood . I carried Mikey down the hall and into the kitchen . I tried to call the police again , but no one picked up . There was no way Ramen could have cut the lines . There was no way a dog was smart enough to do that . I wasn 't smart enough to do that . Something was seriously wrong . I set Mikey on the counter . " Wait right here . Don 't move . " I grabbed a box of cereal and handed it to him . " Eat this . I 'm going to go talk to Mrs . Davis . I 'll be back in a minute . " From behind me through the glass door , there was a high pitched whine . I turned around slowly . Mrs . Davis 's golden retriever , Boxy , stood at the door , his tail was wagging . And , everything would have been perfectly normal if there wasn 't blood trailing down his front . Boxy growled and barked at us . He back up and pounced at the window . The door rattled , but the glass held . I grabbed Mikey from the counter and he dropped his cereal . He started crying again . I ran downstairs to the basement and locked the door . Above us , I could hear Boxy howling and barking as he slammed himself against the glass over and over . I set Mikey down on the washer and turned on the lights . But , the lights wouldn 't turn on . I cussed dad 's fondness for cheap lightbulbs and ran to the boxes of camping gear . I found a solar lantern and turned it on . The light was flickering ever so slightly and I knew there wasn 't much power left . I opened the curtains on the windows to let more light in . Quickly , I ripped open boxes of camping and hunting gear . I changed quickly in to my green pants and hiking boots with a new shirt and my mom 's old army jacket . I helped Mikey change and found two duffle bags . I filled one with clothes and the other with freeze dried food and water . I had no idea what was going on . I just new that I needed to run . Upstairs , there was a crash like breaking glass . It was breaking glass . Boxy had finally broken through the window . Mikey had started crying again and asking me what was happening . I screamed shut up at him . Luckily , he did . I opened dad 's gun case , thanking god that Dad trusted me enough with the code . I pulled out my shotgun and put it in the carrying case . I stuffed as many boxes of bullets as I could in with it and slung it over my shoulder . Next to my father 's gun was my mothers and beside that was my bow and arrow set . I was better with those than I was with the gun . Number one in the county , and when you lived in a county of backwoods country folk who lived off of what they hunted , being number one was a huge bragging right . But , bragging rights didn 't matter when the world you know is falling apart . At the top of the stairs , I heard Boxy scratching at the door . I strung my bow with a hunting arrow . I would only get one , maybe two shots off at Boxy before he tried to maul me , too . And , I would need Mikey 's help to do it . While I was thinking about it , I grabbed my multipurpose hunting knife and hooked it through a loop in my cargo pants . Sitting on the washer was dad 's old camo hat . I can 't remember a day where he had not worn that hat . Now , I had an itching feeling he would never wear the hat again . I put my hair up in a pony tail and put the hat on . I gave Mikey a hug . " I need you to be brave , Mickey . " Mickey stood at the door , his hand around the door knob . He was trying to be brave , but his whole body was shaking . With a little hand , he pushed his orange hat out of his eyes . " Remember what I told you Mikey ? " I asked him . Mikey nodded . I drew my arm back , pulling the string to my ear . Boxy barked and scratched at the door . " On three , Mikey . One . . . Two . . . Three . " Mikey opened the door at hide behind it . Boxy jumped through coming down the stairs at me . I let an arrow go . There was a thud as it hit Boxy in the wrong shoulder . Boxy whimpered and slowed down . I pulled another arrow and shot Boxy again at just a few feet away . Boxy tumbled down the rest of the stairs , two of my arrows jutting out of his chest . Before I could feel sorry for the dog , I jumped on top if it , pulling a knife and cutting open it 's throat . Boxy whimpered one last time before finally dying . I wiggled my arrows out from Boxy 's chest and quickly cleaned them . I tried wiping some of the blood off of me , but figured it would take to long . I grabbed one duffle bags . I could carry two , but then it would be impossible to shoot anything . I would have to make three trips to the truck and back . I had no idea how many dogs were effected . If all of the dogs in Hanson were affected , chances were all of their families were dead . Mikey was still hiding behind the door . I coaxed him out and told him to stay close to me . We walked quickly out the door to the garage . I threw the duffle bag of clothes in the back beside some fishing gear and opened the truck . Mikey climbed in the middle . " Wait here . Don 't get out of the truck Mikey . Okay ? " I closed the truck door and ran back inside . I grabbed the duffle bag and managed to attach the gun safely to my bag . I ran back to the truck . Mikey was still sitting in the middle seat . I put the food bag in the passenger seat . " One more trip , buddy . I 'll get Rufus . " I jogged back inside and grabbed my school bag . I dumped everything out . On the kitchen counter was my dad 's wallet . I grabbed it and his keys . I was about to go to the basement , but mom 's wedding ring caught my eye . I hesitated and grabbed that , too . What else ? In the basement , I grabbed more camping things that I wasn 't able to fit in the clothes bag . All that was left now was Rufus . Better get it over quickly . I sprinted into the boys ' room and up the bunk bed ladder . Rufus was sitting there . I ran back out of the room without looking back . To my relief , Mikey was still sitting in the car . I opened the truck door and got ready to hit the garage door button and hop in the truck . With my luck today , there was bound to be a dog waiting outside the garage door . Four or five gas containers caught my attention before I hit the button . I threw them in the back of the truck . I slammed my hand against the button and jumped in the truck . No dog was waiting in the gravel driveway . I turned the truck on and backed out . Hanson consisted of one road an about forty houses . It was a small , unincorporated town . Everyone hunted and everyone farmed . It was about five minutes drive to Mason City , Mason County 's biggest city . And everyone had a dog or two . I drove slowly , checking each house for signs of life . There were , by the time I left Hanson , I had run over two bloody dogs and had about ten following me . I hit the highway and raced into town . I didn 't meet anyone on the way in . This is Part One of the Second " Chapter " in The Day The Dogs Went Wild . Hope you enjoyed it ! That morning , I was woken up by a single dog bark . And then , one by one all of the dogs in my neighbor hood joined in . The howl rose above the roofs of the houses like a mourning cry . And , when the howl had ended , a single savage bark came from the room below me . And then I heard my little brother Michael scream . I jumped out of bed and ran out my closed bedroom door . I slowed down when Miky stopped screaming . Mom must have taken care of it . A quiet moment draped over the house , like someone had taken a deep breath and couldn 't let it out . The house was never this quiet . I jumped when the AC turned on , but something was still off . My parent 's door to their bed room was opened just a foot , so I peeked inside . The lights were still off , but I could easily see two bodies laying in the bed . The sheets were thrown everywhere . Why hadn 't they gotten out of bed . Mikey 's scream was louder then their alarm clock . " Mom . Dad . Wake up . I think Mikey had a nightmare . " I waited , and they didn 't so much as moan . Were they even breathing ? I stepped in the room , feeling along the cool , bumpy wall for the plastic light switch . Finally , a chance to get back at them for waking me up via light all those times . I flipped on the light and immediately wished I hadn 't . The whole bed was soaked red , like someone had poured crimson dye over the sheets . Some of the sheets were torn and others were wrapped around the pale limbs of my parents . I backed up , slamming into the wall before running out of the room . I ran downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed the phone . I dialed 911 as I grabbed the biggest knife I could find in the kitchen . The phone rang and rang and rang and rang . No one ever answered . Down the hall , Mikey screamed again . I dropped the phone and ran towards his room . What if the killer was hurting them ? Oh , god . James . The door was already opened . I burst in , slamming the door against the wall . Mikey sat in the corner of his bed , far away from the door . His face was pale white and he was crying . From under the bed was a growl . I flipped on the light . Ramen stared at me , teeth bared . Blood dripped down his hairy chin . He was covered in the stuff . I held the knife in front of me . What the hell was going on ? I tried to keep my eyes on the dog and not the person he was eating in the bottom bunk . Adrenaline rushed through my blood . I couldn 't breath steady . " Everything 's going to be okay , Mikey . " Ramen lunged at me off the bed . I closed my eyes and held the knife out . Mikey screamed again . I fell to the floor as Ramen landed on top of me . He whimpered as the knife I held sank into his heart . I laid there gasping , waiting for Ramen to stop twitching . Warm blood leaked from Ramen 's body down the knife and onto my hands . I could feel Ramen 's muzzle against my neck and tried to not think about the blood that was on his chin . Ramen let out a final breath . I pushed the dog off of me and sat up . I looked down at the knife that was sunk a few inches into Ramen 's chest . And I finally had the sense to cry . I thought it was all a dream . And for a while , I kept thinking that I was stuck in some sort of nightmare . But , it was very much real . I should be dead right now . But , by a chance of luck , I am still alive , and so is Michael . Now that I look back on everything that has happened , I 'm not sure if I should call it luck . Luck would have been dying . It would have been a lot less painful . No , what happened to me and Mikey that day , was not luck . It was a really terrible fate . This is the first " chapter " of The Day The Dogs Went Wild . It is pretty rough and in need of lots of work , but I am hoping to turn it in to a novella or something of the sort . ~ Snowie Woah there . So , a bunch of intense poems right in a row there , what 's up with that ? How about we lighten the mood with another book review . Insurgent was a very , very , very good book and I 'm glad I picked it up the moment I saw it in the library . Insurgent is the sequel to Divergent , and both are dystopian novels . If you haven 't read Divergent , I highly recommend you do before reading Insurgent . Also , if a long time has passed since reading Divergent , you might want to review what happened , otherwise Insurgent is a little confusing . For now I 'll pretend you have read Divergent and just dive right in . Insurgent picks up where Divergent left off after the Erudite 's simulation attack on the Abnegation . Tris and Tobias ( Four ) are on their way to Amity headquarters to take cover from the Erudite and figure out what they should do . With war on the horizon , secrets are about to be discovered and relationships are put to the test . Tris discovers that Marcus , Tobias 's abusive father , and Johanna , an Amity leader , are privy to a secret that could change everything . It is the secret that caused Jeanine , the Erudite leader , to attack the Abnegation . Tris makes a choice to discover this secret no matter the cost . Roth 's words and ideas are an effortless read . They seem to come right off the page and pull you into the story . It was really hard to put this book down . All of the characters had multiple layers and grew and changed throughout the book , and I love Tris 's relationship with Tobias . I would recommend this book to anyone with a dystopian or fantasy obsession . I felt that the blog needed a little refresher , so I changed up the template and the theme just a tad . . . Okay , so maybe I went overboard and maybe the blog looks a whole lot different , but I made a header that I love . Let us see . . . I have five book reviews that I would like to do . Ever since school got out and I have all of the time in the world , I have been a reading machine . Reading is good for the brain and my writing . Speaking of writing , I 've read through Love By Text once , and then reread the first five chapters . I also started on what might turn out to be a little novella called The Day the Dogs Went Wild . More on that later . Thinking about doing some serious outlining this week , ~ Snowie Welcome to July ! June was full of awesome and overflowing with words . In fact , there were so many words in June that some spilled over into July . July , I have decided , is Write Something Everyday In July Month ( WSEIJM . . . Oh , yeah . Acronyms ! ) . I will try my absolute hardest to post one piece of writing a day even if it kills me . I think this sounds like a really good challenge . I have a feeling that 90 % of the posts will be poems . Don 't click away now ! There might be a short story or two in there somewhere . Write what you know , learn what you don 't know . Or , write what you have never known . In other words , write whatever you want . The eas . . .