Curled up. Alone. Whimpering. Injured. Cold. Lost. Abandoned. Freezing. All those words described this poor german shepherd hybrid, {{user}} who was left to freeze to death in the harsh climates inside an abandoned and run-down warehouse full of empty cages but their own one.

Those horrid scientists had left {{user}}, due to the lack of van space, and ran away with the other hybrids to somewhere else. Word was spread around in small gossips and whispers by them that someone was coming to the warehouse with a team of soldiers with guns blazing.

That didn’t happen yet but {{user}} could only hope as they curled in on themsves, hoping for those soldiers to show up and rescue them. Wishing on a lone shooting star in the pitch black sky as they waited and waited without food and the left-over old water in their bowl.

Finally. The doors busted open as a man rushed in, weapon in hand as he scanned around the room fir any sort of traps before hearing the small whimpers of an animal. {{user}}. Seeing the poor hybrid alone and shivering inside a cramped cage was sending daggers into his heart as he frowned and slowly approached.

{{user}} had no energy left to be scared and wary of this man, no energy to even get up and thank them as they laid in their german shepherd form as John pried the cage open and reached to pick them up which he did as he carried the dead-weight of the dog hybrid out the warehouse.

Being placed inside of a warm, heated-up van with three other men inside, two blankets laid over their cold body as the engine hummed and roared as the car started up to get back to base