It was cold and the air was wet. It wasn't a pleasant wet smell like a pool or Jacuzzi. It smelled like wet dog and spoiled meat had been pureed with a bucket of old vomit. About the only thing that could make the smell worse would be burning hair or rubber on top of it.

There was a tire fire last summer, but it had been dry and the smell didn't stick to everything. Not like this smell. This one would have you pulling your shirt up over your nose.

There was something nasty seeping up through the ground, like a spring of shit. If it got on your clothes, it was never coming out so you might as well burn them.

The locals in the town up the road would tell you a story about the spoiled springs, under some sort of hex or curse and how it had been that way for generations. It looked like it had been a dump since at least the fifties and probably longer.

What no one knew is that it had been a sort dumping ground for longer than human history. There was something about this place that drew in the rot. Both literal and metaphorical.

The land was indeed cursed and driven to consume.

Sometimes, a truly horrid person, one with no morale bounds, no ethical qualms or even a hint of decency would do something truly abhorrent. They would dump and animal there... and the animals dumped there usually met quick and terrible endings.

Since these type of people wouldn't be worth dumping a bucket of urine on if they were on fire, we're not going to give them much more time than we already have.

Instead let's focus on what has to be the most remarkable little animal to have ever been dumped here.

She spent her days running, her legs nothing but a blur, her heart racing, her spirit soaring and any moment she would simply fly in to the sky to soar through the clouds.

When she ran, she forgot about the hunger gnawing at her insides, just like needles.

She was joy incarnate despite being in what might actually be the worst spot in the world. I mean, there are plenty of places that are far more hostile, but this place was just awful.

She was happy to see that someone had parked at the road by the dump. That meant she was going to have a friend until the nasty thing living here took them away. It was weird that they've been stopped for so long, she didn't know what they were doing.

She decided to wait and climbed up a fence pole to peer in to the windshield.

She couldn't wait to meet her new friend.