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not-another-blood-zombie-rpg-ooc-updated-t25244.htmlThe sign read:
--------------------------------------------------------------"THE DOG POUND:
------------------------------------------------------------------- KEEP OUT
--------------------------------------------------------------DO NOT FEED DOGS
-------------------------------------------------------------DO NOT TOUCH DOGS
------------------------------------------------------------DO NOT LOOK AT DOGS
---------------------------------------KEEP OUT UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH OR SERIOUS INJURY
-------------------------------------------------------AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY
---------------------------------------------------------- BY ORDER OF : Jack Dallas"
Which was posted on a thick abnormally large wooden door that lead to a large room that facilitated the housing for the dogs. Large dogs....not your large 120 lb dogs...but dogs that have seen war against the undead for years on end. Dogs, that after each kill, grew larger, stronger, faster. Dogs that easily weigh 600 lbs and that tower over a 6ft man by more than 4 ft with all their muscles nearly protruding from their skin. Dogs, that are loyal, only to the call of their owners. Out of the thousands of Dogs there were 3 that stood out among the rest, they were the largest, the fastest, and strongest ever to live past 2 years in the field, which belonged to Jack Dallas. 2 where Border collies with pitch black fur with spots of brown and white, the third, the largest of the 3 was a solid white Husky. They all lay sleeping comfortably in their hay beds sleeping soundly. A skinny women with short red hair watching over them, and caring for the wounded.
Jack woke in the early morning as he always did,insomnia and nightmares tearing at his mind. 0430, he read on his watch as he put it on,the same time he always woke... he got out of bed and slipped on his thick warm clothing and heavy boots , warming his cool skin from the nights deathly cold. His room was a big circle of ice and metal, roughly 50ft in Diameter, on one end of the room he had his bed, on the other his weapons which lay on a makeshift table along with all his gear, next to that a make shift closet that had all his 'off-duty' clothing, then his shower and toilet in their own little secluded section dug in farther into the wall away from the center of the room. Jack made his way out of his room, nodding to a member of police force, " Mornin Jack, off the see to the dogs?",
Jack nodded as he wiped the sleep from the corner of his eyes, " Dont I always" he grinned as he patted the officer on the back as he passed.
" Hows the boy Dav? I hear hes grown. I'll have recruit him once he's taller than you!"
The officer laughed, " Maybe when he turns 16." Dav replied.
" Fair enough.." Jack said as he continued down the tunnel toward the kitchens. The closer he got to the kitchens the faster he made his stride as the smell of coffee filled his nostrils. When he got to the kitchens he saw the old woman behind the counter he saw every morning.
" Good morning Grace."
"Well, Good morning Mr.Dallas, Coffee?"
With a smile." As always."
She handed him a strong cup of coffee, just the way he liked it. He smiled and nodded with satisfaction as he began to walk away.
" You take it easy on those pups you hear!?" she called after him.
" They aren't dogs Grace....they are soldiers." he said with a grim confidence. His love for dogs was a thing of the past when he had to start training them for war. They were no longer man's best friend. They were a glimmering hope in a vast darkness for humanity...and nothing more, nothing less. Jack made his way out the main living quarters, past the police section, then outside and past the military station to the Dog Pound.
He downed his coffee, placing the mug to the side of the door, where 4 other mugs sat from the previous times he had visited this week. He slid the massive door open, the massive skulls of thousands of dogs popped up from their quiet dreams as Jack entered and stood in the door way.
"Zeus, Antares, Sirius! Front Center!"
3 mammoth dogs stood from their beds and sprinted toward Jack, the sound of their paws falling to the ground made Jack imagine what it would sound like if a thousands polar bears were charging him.The other dogs watched with a baited anticipation, but soon lay back to sleep when their names werent called. When they got about 10 ft from him, they sat on their hind legs in a straight line broad formation in front of Jack and waited, the cold air from outside, made the dogs breath flowing from their massive nostrils resemble dragons from olden times. Jack looked them over, Zeus, the biggest,standing at 12ft 2inches, a husky, looked like he had put on another 50lbs. Putting Zeus as a staggering 830lbs. Nearly half a ton of solid muscle and bone. Antares and Sirius, border collies, were brothers and twins, were nearly that, they weighed roughly 712 and 720ish, each and Antares slightly taller than his brother by about a foot making him 11ft 10inchs. They sat there, waiting, watching their master as he walked into a nearby door way, extracting a huge thick rubber ball fashioned from layers and layers of old vehicle tires sewn together. The ball itself weighed nearly 70lbs with a diameter of 2ft and was extremely durable. Jack stood there and dropped it at his feet, all three dogs jumped to their feet with wagging tails in anticipation, Jack quickly barked
"CHECK THAT MOTION." in response, the dog sat back down remained motionless, not even looking at Jack or the huge ball of rubber.... Jack picked up the ball again with some effort and walked outside and dropped the ball in a massive catapult-like device. Then, as he walked back to the door, he called, " Get out here!" the dogs broke rank and ran outside their massive strides leaving huge paw prints in the snow, as they made their way in the morning light and cold air as Jack closed the door. They ran out nearly 400 meters away from Jack, and sat on their hind legs awaiting the launch. Jack walked back over to the launcher, next to the trigger release and adjusted the trajectory of the launcher. " SOUND OFF!" he called down range to the dogs, 3 thunderous roars echoed back across the snow and ice as Jack pulled the trigger release and sent the ball down range, the dogs on their feet, running, playfully fighting one another for position underneath the ball to catch it.