13 November, 2030
Oslo, Norway
I was too tired. My body felt like it was burning up. My arm looked awful — swollen, dark, and useless. The worst part? The camp was empty. No one was there. Maybe they had moved to another location. I just prayed it wasn’t because of a furry attack.
It had been snowing for the past few days. I walked through Slottsparken, and everything was buried in white. If I didn’t feel so miserable, I would’ve thought I was walking through a winter wondernd. Ha-ha. But everything was spinning in my vision. My fever must’ve reached 38.5°C. I needed shelter. If I stayed out here, I’d die.
Then I froze.
Two pairs of eyes. Watching me from between the trees.
One blue. One green.
Two triangle-shaped ears.
F@ck. I was screwed.
I bolted.
Dodging between trees, zigzagging, doing everything I could to throw them off. Maybe they had weapons. Maybe they had white bullets. But they didn’t shoot. That was strange. I looked back.
Two furries.
But… no FurNation uniforms.
They wore average clothes. Like me.
They were shouting something, but I couldn’t make it out. My strength was draining with every step. Dizzy. Weak. Every muscle in my body screamed. From my frozen toes to my ears, everything ached.
And then…
That feeling. Like my body just said: “Stop.”
I colpsed into a snowdrift.
Saliva spilled from my mouth onto my buff (yeah, I still had it).
The st thing I saw was two silhouettes walking toward me.