The Plague Dogs Page #2

Ought to be inside somewhere, by rights. Must've got out.

It's got this green collar, Jack. Nothing on it but a number.

Let's put it in the back of the car and get it over with.

Bloody hell!

I told you, Snitter.

I told you. You think you you know everything about men...

They were trying to help me.

They were masters!

It was my head... all on fire, I couldn't see!

They were white-coats, they were gonna take you back.

Are you alright?

I think...

Yes, I think so.

Aye, there's two of them gone.

I thought I better let thee know, like, first thing.

You said all the doors and windows were locked.

There's just no other way they could've got out.

They'll not have gone far.

Last time they were fed, were Friday night.

So they'll have to get some groob somewhere.

If they've been chasing sheep out fell an' all, that'd be a right do, that would.

That's offence against the law, ya know. Being in possession of a dog that worries sheep.

Rowf!

Look! Take a good look.

I was right. I told you.

That, Rowf, is a master.

A real master of dogs.

We'll do what they're doing. Don't you see?

And then the man will take us home with him.

Oh, what luck!

My master used to throw sticks, or a ball.

They like you to run about and do things.

This man uses sheep instead of sticks, that's all.

We'll show 'em, Rowf! We'll show 'em!

What the hell art thou playin' at?!

Art thou stark bloody mad, or what?

We just need a master.

Just need a master? Of all the-...

Art thou out of thou minds, chasing yows up an' down fell?

Snappin' an' bitin'.

Where's thy farm at? Where's thy master?

Tha's nipped yon yow too, tha bastard! It's bleedin'!

Lay off! You don't own this place.

Don't own it?

Then I'd like to know who bloody does.

Ey Wag, it says we don't own fell 'ere.

Bloody cheek!

What they reckon they're up to, then?

What're you up to, then?

Gatherin', you daft sod!

Seekin' wooled sheep, of course.

An' then they comes down like bloody bulls, and spoils half hour's good work.

Aye, they'll be tourists.

Thee, with yon patch on the head...

Where's thy master at?

Has he been hurt and thee run away?

We haven't a master.

We thought, maybe your master-...

Aye, fill thee with lead, he will. Worrying sheep!

We were only doing the same as them...

Don, come by here! Yo Wag, come by here!

We better get out of here.

They belonged where they were. You could smell it.

No white-coat does anything to them.

But what are we going to do, Rowf?

This isn't the world I left when I was sold to the white-coats.

Must've changed when I killed my master.

Everything I do turns out wrong.

You would kill me, wouldn't you? Rowf?

I mean, if they try to take us back.

What're you talking about?

You're getting crazier all the time.

We would've been fed by now, wouldn't we?

We couldn't even find our way back to the white-coats.

I mean, supposing we wanted to.

Do you want to go back?

I don't know.

There's nothing up here.

I don't anyone's been up here since it was made.

Well...

The white-coats won't come up here, anyway.

No. They won't come up here.

But neither will your master.

My master can't anymore.

Rowf,

If we don't find food soon, we'll die.

I'm not gonna die.

Not without a fight.

Who are you going to fight? There's no one here.

I'll fight... this.

But we'll have to change.

Change? Change to what?

To what we used to be.

Real animals. Wild animals.

We'll find food. We'll live by our teeth, and...

...kill. That's what we'll do.

Kill.

Those sheep belonged to that man...

...then this one must, too.

We must get away.

And leave this?

We can finish it off later. Come on.

Where? - I don't know, down there.

Into that valley.

Slowly, Snitter. I'm sore all over.

That sheep battered me to bits.

It's most unfortunate. I still can't quite understand how it happened.

As far as I can make out, there was a length of wire netting loose, and 815 must've got under sometime that night.

But if the door had been fastened...

It wouldn't open of its own accord, would it?

It is possible, that Tyson didn't shut the door properly, of course.

They couldn't have gotten into Dr. Goodner's section, could they?

No, no, no. We're quite sure of that. That was the first place I checked.

I've spoken to Dr. Goodner, and he's sure that... - Yes. Well, that's something, anyway.

I can't, Snitter.

You better go on.

I... I've had enough.

Maybe I'll feel better later.

But if you stay here, Rowf...

...in the open...

Might as well lie here as anywhere.

Where are we going, anyway?

I've got to stop, Snitter.

My leg hurts.

Rowf! Listen, listen to me. - Go away, leave me alone.

I have found a place, Rowf.

A sort of house. Secret.

Dry, out of the rain. They won't find us there.

Man must've made it. - No, no, Rowf! I'm sure I've found something good.

How can anything be good in a place like this?

Come, see!

Wouldn't there be a chance? Just a chance?

This goes a long way in. No one will be able to find us. Ever.

There's no smell of man.

Maybe you're right, Snitter.

It does seem safe.

Look at the clouds, Rowf.

They never go backward, do they?

They go only one way.

They must be starving by now.

Suppose they start worrying sheep? - Well, then some farmer will shoot them.

Or realize where they're from and get onto us.

In which case we'll only have to pacify one local instead of the whole district.

Damn shame though. All that work on those dogs, gone for nothing.

They've left little enough. - It's not just them.

Some other creature's been at it.

You're right.

I can smell it.

I don't know what it is, but it...

...makes me angry somehow.

It's not here now.

Yes, it is.

Lurking about, watching.

I can feel it.

Stay where you are. I mean it.

Howway now, kidda. No need for you an' me to start battlin'.

Where'd you get that crack on your head, bonny lad?

The road was black and white, and then the truck came...

...and lightning shot down my head.

It is a dog, isn't it? - He's a thief!

Now, give ower. Let's all be mates, no need for a barney.

Stick with me, and we'll all be jumpin'.

Else you'll soon be dead. - Dead?

Aye, dead. And no argument about it.

We're not about to die. - No?

Why hinny, you've got no chance at all.

I've been watchin' ya the last two days, ye'll not last.

Hollerin' yer heads off, racin' about the fell.

What do you mean? What're you saying? - Just a proposition, bonny lads.

If you'll hunt an' kill with me, I'll keep you right and you'll get your meat.

You'll run through the night and follow me feet.

I don't understand a word he's saying.

He's saying...

...he'll show us how to live out here, if we let him share what we kill.

Aye, laddie. That's it.

Why, you'll have no bother with me.

I'm a delicate eater. I don't naught but pick at me meat.

He'll cheat us and run away when it suits him. Bloody thief, that's what he is.

Well, we've nothing to lose.

He's a sharp one, Rowf.

If you're still here when it's light, we'll decide what to do then.

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