Live, Die, Repeat - In Fur

Chapter 3

Tracer had been driving for four hours now. Nothing much happened besides some destroyed cars that he looted and found nothing. He regularly checked his map to see if he was going in the right direction. As of now, he was standing outside his parked car, taking a look at the intersection before him.

It was strange enough that for the past hour he hadn't found any convoys or patrols. Maybe a helicopter or a lone car with a driver but there was nothing for miles and miles. 

"If I keep heading here I can find a couple of gas stations and a better map. Maybe there might be a human settlement there...or more Anthros..." He spoke the last part in a worried tone as he looked at the two roads that split before him, selecting a road that would lead him to the nearest base. The soft crackling of soda was all he could hear as he downed the can, walking back to the pick up.

An MP3 player that was connected to the car's speakers was the only form of entertainment as he drove, dust vibrating every now and then. He would tap on the radio now and then expecting it to work, but the damage was already too much for it. Sooner or later, he would have to switch to a better car.

Tracer decided to whistle with the music while driving. There wasn't anything else to do besides drive and look around. The music itself was quite weird but nice in a way, it was like a combination of rock and country, sometimes intense sometimes calm, but there was no lyrics strangely enough.

 A friend of his called it math rock. A fitting name for the time signatures in it.

Rows and Rows of trees passed by the car as it drove in the late morning sun. Just like the day before, it was a sight to behold. It would remind him of the road trips he would hear Eric talk about when he was younger, how he would daydream about drawings for hours on end.

It was a sort of pass time between deployments for him. It was how he got inspiration for his artwork anyways but for Tracer, it was how to survive another fight. For now, he had a grace period where he could relax before encountering another reset situation. 

It wasn't until a few minutes later when he found a dead human body on the side of the road, however it hadn't decomposed yet. Rather it looked recent.

"A little investigation won't hurt." 

Getting out of his vehicle, Tracer slowly walked to the body, looking around in case it was a trap. It had a few bullet holes in the legs and arms with blood forming a pool around it. He looked to be around his 40s, very ragged face, Caucasian, decent clothing with a dark green beanie on top. What took his attention was a pistol and one bullet casing on the ground. Slowly, Tracer lifted the dead body's head to find a gun shot straight through the temple.

"Not everyone has the guts to end themselves...you have my respect."  

Tracer proceeded to pat around the body to find any Items. There was only a note book and an old flip phone with the screen slightly damaged.

"Don't mind if I do"

He inspected the phone, it had little battery left but just enough for him to get the date. It was rather odd for someone to keep such an old phone but who knows, maybe he was a collector or something

"Date: 23rd, April, 2065. So the war has been going on for 35 years? Talk about a long fight..." He said as contemplated the date on the news paper and the phone. As he looked at it, a question was raised. 

If the fight lasted that long the how many humans are left? The armor that the humans were wearing in the battlefield you woke up in looked quite old compared to the Anthros'. From what he could see, the Anthros were clearly winning this fight. If he wanted to have any chance of  surviving he would have to find a human settlement or live in the woods by himself.