The Infection

If a big storm finds a way of luck, than this tale will aought to have your own sences sharppened for the worse. In this (fan) sequel to Sir Richard Adam's 1977 Novel/ 1982 Film, Snitter and Rowf found their safe haven while escaping the gunshots from the hunters that fear them. Characters/ events belong to Richard Adams, while this story is created by me. As gratitude, this story will be a memeorial to Sir John Vincent Hurt (1940- 2017, who voiced Snitter, as well as Hazel from Watership Down, another Adams novel/ film), rest in peace, fellow comrade.

Chapter 1: Rowf's Courage
It was as if the tides were breathing...

It was either fate or miracle, as the tide had come around while Rowf and Snitter kept swimming to the "haven" that Snitter saw while getting away from the hunters, wielded their rifles at heavy fire, attempting to place them at their demise. Luckily, as they swam to the mist, they acctually got to the island, as all hope was lost. "You... were right, little pal," Rowf said before fainting, "we're here, at... the Isle of Dog." Yes, he collapsed soon after that, same for Snitter. I thought it was just his imagination, as his conciousness began, but it was true...

"Rowf?"

Snitter got up around night, scouting the area while Rowf was unconcious, and decided to scout the area, only to be back with this message: "This may seem weird to you, but...," as he showed him his right paw, something odd and dangerous began to grow on it. Rowl screamed, than said, "where on earth happened, Snitter?" "I... do not know, honestly," he began, "but I think it maybe permanent, and deadly." "Dear Lord, how or what happened," as Rowf barked at Snitter with confusion and delema, only to realize the truth all along. "No, I thought we were bubonic-free, Rowf! Why could you come up with that all of a sudden," Snitter questioned. "It maybe true, with that fungus, or tumor of some sort," Rowf went on with his questions. "Well, I'm not the only one," Snitter said, nodding towards the fungus on Rowf's left ear.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH?!!!"

As they discussed their problems, they heared a rustle comming from the bushes. What was that, raced Rowf's mind, seeing their unexpected friend or foe, beyond the bushes. "Huh," said their new friend, Geroldine, a female Northern Rocky Mountain Wolf, "a couple of stray dogs around here." "Who are you calling dogs, ma'am," said Snitter, "we are wild wolves, just like you." "Oh really, if you are wolves, then how are you small, short-furred, have a collar, and that very weird thing on your right paw," said Geraldine, intimidating Snitter's appearance. "Sorry, ma'am, we went of the wrong table here; I'm Rowf, and this is Snitter," as Rowf introduced himself, Geraldine coughed a little. "Sorry, I'm Geraldine," as she introduced herself, "and yes, I am new around here.  Just got dropped off from Jackson Hole about last week, that's all." "Huh, and why did you cough earlier, Miss Geraldine," asked Snitter. "I'll tell you about it... while we walk," as she replied.

''Trut. Trut. Trut.''

As they truted along the way in the forest, Rowf and Snitter decided to talk to their new friend. "Well, I'm surprised," exclaimed Geraldine, as she heard about Rowf and Snitter's backstory, "I had no idea you two would be in any danger, both physical and psycological!" "Yes, it was torture for us over at the Animal Research, Scientific and Experimental, which we ran from," said Rowf, "anywho, why don't you tell us about yourself, Geraldine." She began to cry telling her story; "My owners," she began, "disowned me because of my genetics, being born half dog and half wolf, then, as I wandered through the mountains, I became a carrier of Canine Distemper, being raised with it, until now, just means death before I met you." "Believe us, Gerladine," said Snitter, "both Rowf and I have a little side-effect from our little plague," as both of them showed her their symotoms: Rowf's left ear and Snitter's right paw.

Chapter 2: Snitter's Illusion
Whoh, Whoh, Whoh...

As the days came and gone, Snitter heared the engines of helicopters scanning the area, only to know they were not alone. "Please, Snitter," said Rowf, "don't let this be a illusion you have." "But it's true," said Snitter, " there are helicopters around here.  We have to hide!" Rowf was about to say how rediculous Snitter was, but then he heard the copter, and said, "we have to hide Geraldine." "Geraldine," asked Snitter, "why would we do that?" "Because we have to hide her with us," answered Rowf, "after all, she is a virus carrier, like us, and we need to protect her!" As they ran, they found Geraldine, laying on the ground, panting to survive. "I... can't," said Geraldine, breaking into tears, in a horse voice, "go on... like this." She collapsed, dead among minutes as Snitter and Rowf cried.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

As our favorite dogs were hunted down by the RAF, we only came to conclusion on how it all ended for Snitter and Rowf. They were about to have the perfect life, escaping from Animal Research, Scientific and Experimental when they had the chance. And now, with they, Geraldine, and the Tod, who met his demise, all went to their own mist, above the clouds, where they are eternally kept and treated.

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