Chapter 1

Slowly the sun's light came down upon the woods, it was quiet, birds had flown south for the winder and the little squirrels tucked away in their homes. All was quiet in the winder, and it was Zindan's favorite time of year. Zindan was a white tiger, he had grown up in the mountains and lived there his entire life, enjoying the warm summer days, and the snow filled winters. Though it was a lovely place to live the mountains had their disadvantages, it was seldom that Zindan had guest for the rest of the animals had moved down to the valley, so the tiger got lonely now and again, little did he know what surprises awaited him, just down the hill.

It was Tuesday and Zindan went out in front of his cave, yawning and stretching out as he had just woken up, softly smiling at the fresh blanket of frost covering the ground, he knew winter was coming, and where theres winter theres snow. Though Winter was his favorite part of the year he knew it was also one of the dangerous, not only would there be a lack of food, there would be many cold lonely nights. Zindan let out a sigh as he stepped out from his cave, breaking the fresh blanket with his paw and began to walk out. The summer was already over and once again he had failed to attract a mate, but life moves on, or so they say. He headed down into the woods to look for his breakfast, keeping low to the ground and looked and listened for any sign of life, ready to pounce at a moments notice. As he ventured into the brush and found an easy prey, a loud explosion barked out through the entire woods, causing him to jump prematurely and scare his prey. Letting out a growl of irritation he spun around wondering what could cause such a noise and set off down the hill to investigate, not knowing that what he finds might change his life forever.(to be continued)


Chapter 2

An hour has pass by the time Zindan made it down the hill, reaching the bottom and walking out into a clear field. Slowly he looks around.. the field had been devastated. A large chuck of earth dug up in swerves, leaving what would be seen as a dried up river. In the Ditch hot molten metal glowed as it was embedded into the earth, shucks of wood and glass littered the ground and smoke emanated further down the valley before the hills climbed again. Zindan sniffed the ground till hearing another noise, but this one very f... his stomach growling at him. The tiger grumpily continues down the newly made path slowly, watching his step and keeping his eyes pealed.

The distinct smell of fire, blood, and charred flesh reached the tigers nose.. peaking his interest as he came upon a large mass of broken wood, shattered glass and crushed metal and rock, piling hear over half a mile long. He'd never seen such a site before, several sections of the mass was caught on fire and other compartments completely crushed, the only few that seemed intact had broken holes in the sides , claw marks on the broken pieces of wood on the ground suggesting the creatures from inside wanted out.

Zindan walked along the mass for a while, seeing the the commonly repeated symbols of B.N.S.F on the haul. He came upon a compartment that had its gate swung open, but the pungent smell of blood pored out, casually he lept up inside the cart and looked around, the area was dark but he could make out several cages lining the wall, many collapsed crushing its inhabitants. He walked along horrified at the sites till coming close to the back, were a cage had been pushed out from the rest and pressed against the wall, hearing a soft moan whispered from the cage, blood softly pulling under one side. Zindan crept up thinking it could be easy living prey, but as he got close the shadowy figure took shape... appearing to be another tiger.

Chapter 3

The room was blurry, pain abundant, but a subtle warmth had filled in around him. Attempting to open his eyes Chris would only find him self in more pain, squinting them shut. He'd give off a small cry from it all, alerting the other of his awakening. Zindan crept through his lair up to where Chris lay, scanning over the scene, not sure what he could do to help. Gently he'd pick up the dampen cloth from the orange tigers head to go wash it out and re apply it to his head. Upon contact though, Chris's arm involentarily sprang to life seizing Zindan's wrist, the action startled the tiger and sent the other whirling in pain as his arms had not quiet healed, pouting softly Zindan removed the paw from his wrist and put it down on the others chest saying" Rest, you need to heal, you'll be ok. I'm watching over you." The room goes dark as Chris passes out once more.

The sun had gone down and cave grew cold, Zindan looked up from his perch and noticed the gleam of the sun over the trees, knowing they were in for a cold night, and his bed being currently occupied, the tiger crept down and began gathering firewood, in an attempt to make the night as comfortable as possible, the next day he would go hunting for pelts. Chris began to stir again, his wounds and bruises still aching. Finding that his head ache had subsided enough for him to move he opened his eyes. The room began to come into focus, the soft light from outside filling the cave enough to show he laid in a bed, his body had been cleaned and the cuts sealed from his rest, dried leather sticking to his fur and body to cover them. Finding enough strength Chris rose from the ground and slowly padded around, wondering where he was, what had happened , and who had brought him here, the last thing he could remember was a loud explosion, and the cage in which he resided slammed into a wall.