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Chapter 20 - First Day Is The Worst [EDITED]

Tammy POV

"NO! NO! WE HAVE TO GO BACK! HE'S STILL DOWN THERE!" "Tammy! Stop damit!" Ash sighed. "He's gone." I sat down in shock, he had been right there! A mere few inches away from safety, but looking across the chopper, his seat was empty, Fisher's dog tags were still clenched in my hand, clinking together slightly. Ash was patting my back, I clenched the dog tags in my hand and closed my eyes. 'So close, yet so far.'

-Time Skip-

Jonathan POV

I groaned and struggled to sit up. I found myself in a dimly lit room, a couple of other human soldiers and civilians were also in this small room. There was a sudden lurch, and the room shifted, indicating this was not a room, but a transport of some kind. "H-Hello?" "Oh, you're finally awake." I saw a human shift over to me, his hands bound in cuffs. Looking at his face, he had obviously seen much better days. "To be honest, we thought you were dead."

He gestured to the others. "W-Where are we..." "FIA transport, how'd you get captured?" The painful memory of the chopper ascending out of view came back to me, and a terrible wave of sadness washed over me. "I was left behind, I was a mere second away from exfil and they took off without me, leaving me stranded and surrounded by FIA." I heard him exhale sharply, no doubt sympathizing with my sad story. "Man, least that's better than being-" The vehicle lurched to a stop, sending us all crashing forward.

I groaned and managed to sit up just as a door was slid open. "Alright you no-fur faggots! Get the fuck out!" I felt a hand grab my shoulder and throw me out into the light, my face crashing into the cold snow. I felt a gentler hand pull me up, and I looked up to see another man, a large scar down his left eye. "Come comrade, this is no place to show weakness." I nodded my head and staggered forward, following the crowd.

Large groups of human prisoners, including myself, were forced into a large courtyard, with tall concrete walls surrounding us. "We are in the heart of the beast my friend, stay resilient." "Yeah." Suddenly, a wolf anthro stepped onto a large stage, just by looking at him, I was instantly met with bad vibes. "Welcome, you abominations of nature!" I grumbled upon hearing the disgusting way this racist piece of shit addressed us.

"You are now entering Iron Claw, a prison for the unworthy pieces of flesh such as you, the sorting will soon begin. Point to the left, you walk the line to the left, point to the right, take the line on the right. Form a single file line...or die." A single file line was slowly formed, and civilians and soldiers alike started being sent different ways. I tried to see how the sorting worked, and it seemed the old and weak were sent the the left, while children and stronger ones were sent to the right.

'They're sorting us by our strength and age, bastards.' Soon, I stood before the wolf, looking into his eyes. He raised his arm and pointed right, and a fox anthro shoved me in said direction. I begrudgingly started walking, and found myself in front of a distribution window, much like the window a bank teller would have at their desk. A bright orange jumpsuit was thrown at me, and the cat in the window gave me one order.

"Strip and change, and make it snappy or you die." I sighed and took off my jungle fatigues, pulling on the itchy orange suit. 'Feels and smells like shit.' I didn't dare say that out loud however. I handed my old clothes to the cat, which she simply took and threw in a pile behind her. "Next." I was shoved out of the room and into a large prison complex.

I scowled at the degrading condition of the prison, but quickly spotted an old face. "Ehhh comrade, I see you also survived their sorting." "What is this place?" "A work prison, our only purpose is to work for their gain." I groaned. "Great, what a life." "My name is Kalashnov, what is yours?"

"I'm Jonathan, Captain Jonathan." We shook hands briefly. "We must stick together friend, I already have bad feeling about here." Suddenly, an alarm blared, and the majority of other prisoners started walking toward a large opening in the wall. "What the..." "Hmm, guess we follow."

-Time Skip-

"This sucks." "Ayyy comrade, on the bright side, we will not become fat and useless now." I chuckled as I brought the pickaxe down again. We had been mining in this damn tunnel for at least an hour, and I was starting to feel the burn on my arms. "When do you think we'll get a break?" "Comrade, I do not believe they will be giving us one." I groaned and sat down against the wall.

"Hey! No-fur! No one told you to stop working!" Two anthro guards were on me in a matter of seconds. "S-sorry, just fuckin' tired-" "Oh you're tired are you? Well don't worry, we'll make sure you get PLENTY of rest!" Suddenly, I found myself on the ground, their boots stamping my back. "Agh! Ugh! Fuckin'-GAH! STAWP FOR GOD'S SA-OW OH GOD DAMIT!"

Finally, the two guards stopped, and I felt a hand grab me by my collar, and suddenly I was face-to-face with a panther anthro. "You are gonna suffer, you pathetic little shit." A fist was brought up into my face, and I felt blood start to trickling down my face. 'I really need to invest in a riot helmet...'

General Trish POV

I watched as the chopper slowly touched down, a grim expression present on my face. I watched as the team slowly exited, looking saddened and defeated. "Sir, we regret to inform you that Fisher is KIA, and Jonathan is MIA." I sighed upon hearing the news. "Drone footage showed the FIA forces leaving the city shortly after you were picked up, we have no way of knowing if Jonathan was captured or killed."

"Return to your dorm, I will update you if any discoveries regarding your missing teammate arrises, but I wouldn't be expecting anything. Dismissed." The team slowly left the hanger, no doubt concerned about would could or did happen to Jonathan. I rubbed my face and looked at the sky. 'God Jonathan, where are you?'