Twentyfourteen [lb]

[Kane]

When we last left you, 2014 was just restarting it's life. Things were off to a rocky start since the regaining of actual breathing creatures in the small town of Plentywood, but slowly, as time grew on- so did life and so did the inhabitants of Plentywood. Eight months have past since the pawsteps planted their mark on the town, and the dogs regained their life. Now the crumbling buildings have gained their own spirit. Ivy grows up the sides of them, and in the spring air flowers and weeds alike plop themselves along the ground, finally the once desolate town has gained its own rhythem. Dog's come and go, Pack's build up and break down, and it seems as though Plentywood really has gone to the dogs. But there's something sinister bubbling beneath the surface, and life as we know it may just be corrupted again, by the cruel twist of fate.

Twenty Fourteen
You have no idea how bad worse can get.