Fast Food Furries Book 1

Chapter 6a: The Divide

Much to my chagrin, the two people that have read this so far have both complained about the chapter length, so henceforth I shall be uploading each chapter in two halves, a and b. It was suggested to me to make each narrator switch its own chapter but that's not how we do things around here. I will not surrender my muse to our most primal instincts. I will not let humanity slide backwards into oblivion. I will not destroy my artistic vision in a pathetic attempt to satiate the worst excesses of human nature which remain unnamed lest we acknowledge them as parts of who we are. We inflict untold suffering onto others. We impose our will as if we are gods. We fancy ourselves as enlightened and yet every second that passes forms synapses in our lizard brains like vines creeping across a long-forgotten city. A city with no one home that is, nonetheless, unequivocally alive. A city with flesh and thoughts despite nobody even remembering its name. We are sick, evil beings... but we can rise above. We MUST rise above. We are capable of—and perhaps destined for—tremendous evil, yes, but I'd like to believe that, inversely, our capacity for good has no limit. Therefore the chapter length will remain. But I can split them up to make it more readable on Wattpad that's cool I get it no worries friends.

Anyway,

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One Year and Nine Months Earlier

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"Judas! I see you received my summons," said General Dorothy the Sheep as Judas the Squirrel stepped into her office.

"I did, ma'am," Judas said nervously.

Dorothy chuckled. "Relax, you're not in trouble. Kind of the opposite. Have a seat."

Judas did as she was told, sliding up a chair and sitting down.

"I heard you did well when the base was attacked," Dorothy said.

"I was just following orders," Judas dismissed.

"I know," clarified Dorothy. "When the fence came down everyone started pulling back but you didn't so much as adjust your footing until the retreat was actually called."

"Correct," said Judas, unsure why Dorothy was bothering to tell her this.

Dorothy took a deep breath. "Have you ever given any thought to a command position?"

"No," answered Judas. "I carry out orders. I don't give them and I certainly don't make them."

"But you could," Dorothy pointed out. "You could have your own squad."

"I--" Judas didn't know what to say.

"I don't expect an answer now," said Dorothy, "but George is old, and probably not far from retirement. I'm still youngish but I won't be around forever either. I believe you are part of the next generation of leaders that the furries need."

"I can't lead, ma'am."

"Just think about it," Dorothy urged. "You are loyal, and talented, and it hasn't gone unnoticed. I'm not saying you have to fill my role someday, but stick by me, and I'll stick by you. You're free to go."

"Yes ma'am," Judas said meekly as she stood and saluted. "Thank you, ma'am."

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Judas

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