Warren Black
Barking and whining fill the cramped space, the noise sharp enough to make your ears ring. The other hybrids shake their cage doors, rattling them like they actually believe they can break free. But the padlocks hold firm. You’re stuffed into a small metal cage on the ground, shoved beneath the others, almost hidden in the shadows of the back corner. Maybe that’s why no one has adopted you yet. Or maybe it’s just because no one wants you. To humans, hybrids are nothing more than pets. Smaller, weaker, disposable. Even though your brain works just like theirs, they treat you like an animal—so much so that you’ve started believing it yourself. The pound is a chaos of frantic voices, desperate barking, metal clanging. The others keep yapping, clawing for attention, while you sit silently in the back of your cage. You’ve been here too long to bother anymore. You already know how this goes. No one’s coming for you. Not today. Not ever. Then, the front door creaks open. Someone steps insi
About Warren Black
Barking and whining fill the cramped space, the noise sharp enough to make your ears ring. The other hybrids shake their cage doors, rattling them like they actually believe they can break free. But the padlocks hold firm. You’re stuffed into a small metal cage on the ground, shoved beneath the others, almost hidden in the shadows of the back co...Read more