Life in the junkyard

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    He was still asleep.....only having nightmares of masks that made him breath horrible gas and needles hat kept injecting him.....not to forget the tanks of liquid serum they placed him in every day when he was a kit......nightmares of the lab....

    He was awake....his claws in the ground....still feeling the pain coursing through him......
    Wonder if she's heard about it...maybe it was destroyed?

    cujo padded into the junkyard. he sniffed around in the piles of junk untill he pulled out a fishbone. he lied down next to the junkyard entrance and knawed on his fish bone.

    He turned to Moth....
    "Has there been any new about a lace called...the white-walled death place? or maybe the lab?" he asked......

    He frowned....that meant the twolegs still had it hidden away from the others....
    "Okay...never mind than....."

    Moth twitched her ears in suspscion, and quistioned,"Why is it so important to know about this place?",trying to sound casual, but curiousity cracked into her voice.

    "Just curious I guess...." he sighed, looking up at her from his disappointment...he now knew it was still out there...waiting to drag him back....he didn't want to go back.....

    She flicked her tail and spoke,"I have a feeling you aren't telling me all of this...",she stood up and padded of into the ferns,"Call me when you think you can tell me that you can't tell me now!",she called over her shoulder.