Live, Die, Repeat - In Fur

Chapter 10

...Fear....Excitement...Confusion...Uncertainty

These were all the emotions present and jumbled up in Chloe's head as she paced back and forth the room. Tracer would be here soon now that the mission went successful without much incident...besides his behavior and elimination of the patrol group. It would be only a matter of time until he comes back with the rest, and with two prisoners. This was well above our  expectations.

"This...is much better than I thought. So he was telling the truth!" She raised her voice in excitement as Chopper sat on his desk. He merely watched the cat as she brainstormed about the opportunities that were within their grasp, voicing them out unintentionally. 

They now had a checkmate card, a final ultimatum to end this war once and for all.

"Are you forgetting something Chloe?" Chopper spoke, his voice cutting through the quick trance of victory Chloe was doing. 

"Right...I-sorry." She quietly said as her ears drooped down, thinking to herself how she couldn't remember the obvious elephant in the room. 

'Finding someone this capable wasn't that easy nor didn't come with its own consequences.' She thought, calming herself down for what Chopper had to say in the matter.

Despite the rainy season, it was still quite hot in the room, evident of the fan humming as it blew cold air around. As much as it helped on certain occasions to cool the room it didn't work now for some reason. Chloe took a seat as she set her cap on the table and listened.

"Do you think he'd take kindly to us 'using' him for this war?" His voice became more stern and louder on Chloe's ears. She wanted to respond but realized that Chopper wasn't finished, not even close. They had been together for quite a while now, she could tell when he was happy or concerned when he didn't show it or denied it. It was a bond they had created in the past few years fighting in the UAA, something Chloe wondered about when she looked back at the multiple time they shouldn't have survived. 

In fact she wondered why this thought came to her at this moment. She quickly pushed it back before replacing it with the current matter at hand.

"Think about it, what do you think he'll do once he finds out about our genocidal campaigns on the humans...Even if we are currently making efforts to 'rehabilitate' the remaining ones, do you think he'll take kindly to that?" He emphasized the rehabilitate part by making air quotes. 

Despite efforts to try and instill mankind into furry society, they all failed horribly. Only a rare amount of individuals have a stable form of live and even so they are denied most of the commodities a normal person would have. Not to mention the amount of mental torment and survivors guilt they experience daily...

The most common things between all additions were traces of ADHD, PTSD naturally, Isolation, and Suicide...not the best things despite the things they gave them.

There were even some cases where they would escape from their caretakers and flee back into the wilderness, when caught they said something along the lines of 'I should be out there, NOT with you.' To put it nicely without all the swearing they would do afterwards.

The rest of the near 4-2 billion humans are either scattered around the world or put in 'Correction/Rehabilitation' camps where the term rehabilitation is stretched to near nonexistence. The treatment they face is of the lowest of levels, like the gulag or concentration camps of WW2. Sure there have been efforts to alleviate this treatment, but its near impossible when most of your kind hates them with a passion. No wonder why the suicide rate was high.