Survival was brutal, and living on scraps was worse. A slice of stale bread landed near him, tossed carelessly by a passing stranger. Humans were strange like thatwhat was trash to one was a lifeline to another. He sniffed it, cautious but grateful, before taking a tentative bite. Slowly, he crept toward the edge of the road. The midday traffic was a frenzied blur of cars, bikes, and honking horns, each vehicle a potential threat. One wrong move, and he’d be another forgotten smear on the asphalt. He spotted a brief lull in the chaos and bolted across the street, his paws pounding the pavement. But just as he reached the other side, he frozechildren were heading his way. He knew their type. Some were kind, but others found cruel games in chasing or kicking strays like him. His heart pounded as he darted behind a rusted dumpster, pressing himself… Survival