The dog trudged home after looking for his boy.
Vinnie, the metallic name on the dog's collar, shone in the dim sunlight.
An unfamiliar stench was in the air, and the dog sniffed it curiously.
The dog halted at the corner, took a whiff, turned, and continued on.
114 Manor street stood there in all it's glory, standing before the dog.
The dog was nothing but flesh and bones at this point, and covered in bruises.
He looked at his food dish, and the once-full bowl of food was no more.
The dog turned around towards the city before keeling over and dying.
The city was no more.
What do you think?
Am I terrible at this or semi-terrible?