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General Cloud started walking away from the alley he calls home as the sun shines odd for a winter day in Seattle. The white and cream colored pitbull was going toward the pub where his friend owned to discuss how to find Rosebud Lucifer’s daughter. Suddenly clouds rolled in, not too unusual for Seattle. What was unusual was the fact that all lights from buildings, lampposts, and signs had gone out.
A chill went up his spine as heard the voice of someone he knew was dead, Blackstar.
“Hello Cloud, nice to see you again,” said Blackstar hidden in the darkness.
“This must be a dream. I saw you bleed out after your last fight,” Cloud said, shaking.
“I assure you I am very real,” Blackstar said, stepping into view with her face only a skull and fur black and white “Also my name is not Blackstar anymore it’s Oblivion andI’m going to show the world the truth about you.”
“What truth,” asks Cloud as he falls through the new cracking concrete.
As he stood up he realized he landed on the corpse of his best friend Achilles who had died right in front of him.
“I’m going to play a little game called break the treacherous coward and prove once and for all that you are no hero,” said Oblivion from the fence that surrounded the old dog fighting pit.
Then Achilles' half rotten corpse gets up and starts going after Cloud.
“Why couldn’t you save me,” asks Achilles' corpse as he leaps over the fence still chasing Cloud.
The arena fades into a shipyard as Achilles chases Cloud down it. The more Cloud runs the more blood starts covering the containers and every inch of the sun the bones of pit bulls floating in increasing numbers in it.
“Goodbye Cloud. This was fun but I have more pressing matters to attend to. Enjoy the sun General while you can, you might not be seeing it for much longer,” said Oblivion walking away as the shipyard fades back into an alleyway leaving Cloud alone with his terror.