C497 Homeless dog

Behind the thick plastic sheet, I couldn't see any sign of home.

All I could see was a pile of charred ruins.

Everything that could be seen had been burnt into charcoal. Under the burning wood, there seemed to be an indescribable rancid smell mixed within.

I had smelled it somewhere before. It wasn't familiar, but it was still fresh in my memory.

But at times like these