[ WP ] You are a volunteer Search and Rescue dog handler . The dog is trained to find dead bodies . While out for a walk while on vacation , your dog starts barking madly .

I am Chris. My parents left me at the age of six. I was sent to live with my crazy aunt. Just last year these people found me and gathered me up with three other kids. They were about the same age as me, 12. They put us in the back of a trailer and drove us to a headquarters. We were trained to be Search and Rescue dog handlers. Since the world is horrible now, they were taking in kids our age to learn how to search, rescue, and fight. 
 
 A week ago we were sent to go to Vermont for a month. There were reports of mass murders in the town of Wilmington. Of course, my friend Shane was way too scared to go. He's been scared everything since we started training. 
 
 My group and I are eating breakfast in our room in our hotel. 
 
 `` C'mon Shane, stop being so scared,'' Kristie says. 
 
 `` I'm sorry,'' he starts off, `` what if a murderer sees us and tries to kill us?'' 
 
 As I put my bowl in the sink I say, `` Then we can get our dogs to kill them. That easy.'' 
 Kristie shakes her head slowly and goes into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Shane, Ashton, and I feed the dogs and take out our clothes. After everybody gets dressed, we head out the hotel with our dogs and start walking towards Mount Snow. 
 
 The sky is awfully cloudy, and some snowflakes fall here and there. The road is blocked off with cones, keeping traffic out. Cops are scattered everywhere: checking buildings, talking to residents, you name it. 
 
 My group and I stop and look around. Nothing seems that suspicious. A few residents glare at us, but we ignore it. After a few minutes, we continue walking. 
 
 We start to get closer to the mountain. Shane and I are talking about what will happen when we come back from Vermont. As I'm distracted from my surroundings, I hear my dog making funny noises. I look at him and ask, `` What, Stussy?'' 
 
 The other dogs start making weird noises, too. Then mine starts barking uncontrollably. He lurches forward, so I have to restrain him. My face scrunches up as I struggle to keep this Shepherd back. `` Stop!'' I struggle to say. 
 
 Stussy calms down a little, but continues to bark her ass off. I look back to see Ashton, Kristie and Shane. Their dogs are also acting wild. 
 `` What's going on?'' I manage to say. 
 
 Ashton grunts and says, `` I do n't know!'' 
 
 Shane decides to let his dog go, and he runs down the street. We start chasing after it, thinking he will bring us somewhere. The dog stops and waits for us to come down, and then he makes a sharp left turn into the woods. We still follow him, almost out of breath. The dogs stop barking, and they all look straight ahead. 
 
 `` W-What?'' I say out of breath. 
 
 Stussy barks some more, then whines and tugs on his leash. I unlatch the dogs' leashes and the eight of us stand there staring into the dark woods. Obviously the dogs can see something we ca n't. If only they could speak English. 
 
 In the midst of us breathing heavily, we hear a stick snap in half. Shane jumps and says quietly, `` Can we go home?'' 
 
 `` No,'' I say. `` We ca n't.'' 
 
 `` But why?'' He complains. 
 
 All of a sudden another stick snaps, and Stussy goes crazy. He starts barking and sprints deeper into the woods. 
 
 I scream and we chase after him. My bullet proof vest weighs me down, so I struggle to run through the thick snow and leaves in the woods. More sticks start snapping. Shane screams and cries. 
 
 `` IT'S OKAY!'' Kristie yells at Shane. 
 
 Right after she yelled that, I hear a thump and she falls to the ground. I stop dead in my tracks and tell Shane and Ashton to go on without me. They nod and run off. Quietly, I walk over to Kristie. I bend down and ask softly, `` Are you okay?'' 
 
 `` No...'' she whimpers. 
 
 `` What happened?'' 
 
 `` Something got me right in the side of me,'' she explains. `` I realized I forgot to put on my vest.'' 
 
 I look at the side of her body. A large gash is clearly visible. Blood rushes out of it, creating a red pool next to her. 
 
 There was a moment of silence. And then I hold her hand and say, `` You'll be living a better life in Heaven.'' 
 
 A smile manages to appear on her face, and then her eyes slowly close. She takes her last breath and dies in my hands. A frozen tear falls down my face, and then I stand up and look out into the woods. 
 
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 Sorry for twisting the prompt a bit. I did not make them volunteers or on `` vacation,'' even though they were still Search and Rescue dog handlers and went to work in Vermont. 
 
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