Sea Lion Shores callous is the old crow, he mocks even the sun

Dogmeat. What a funny name.

The beagle noted the melancholy that surrounded him, and she could not blame him. She guessed that he had the same sort of issues as she did. Not knowing where to go, when to go, what to do. Nothin' to do but sit here and die, or look for another Owner and land in the same turmoil all over again, if she - they - 'd ever make it out live in the first place.

Nah. Nothing much left for them, was there?

You?

Nobody had asked her what her name was in a long time. She didn't even remember what she had gone by at the laboratoy. But she remembered... "Other dogs used t'call me Roadkill." Back when she fought, when she emblazoned fear into the hearts of her opponents. Back when she killed.

Seemed such a long time ago, now.

"But you can call me Bella." She wasn't sure why she told him that. Maybe because there was a part of her that didn't want to die as Roadkill. The part of her that wished she was still with the Owner that'd named her Bella.

She stared out at the ocean and let out a melancholic sigh. Oh, how different life could have been if she really was still Bella.