Fast Food Furries Book 1

Chapter 12b: The Resistance

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Combine

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Yeah, there was no way I was doing that. My chest stung with betrayal as I headed out. I felt totally directionless. The only way I would be accepted back by the military was if I had Dorothy with me, but much to my dismay, she didn't seem interested in putting things back on track.

How could she betray Furville like that? How could she betray me? None of this was right. Everyone was acting in ways that didn't make sense to me. The solution seemed so obvious; It was right in front of everyone but so many refused to see it. All this talk of morals and justice—all this philosophizing and thinking—it was wasting time and getting people killed. We needed unity, and my own general had sided with the faction sowing disorder.

I would not follow her command. It pained me tremendously, but Dorothy had betrayed the city just like Mach had. She had rescinded all legitimacy.

If I could return to the base and speak with Captain George, I could probably get my post back. Surely he would understand that I was trying to act in the best interest of Furville.

Having made my decision, I set out back toward the downtown area. The journey there was about as perilous as the one away from it, but I managed to get closer and closer as the hours ticked by.

Evening was falling as I was mere blocks away from the base Patrols circled the roads regularly and I had to very carefully slip through the alleyways. At least with the heavy military presence, I wouldn't encounter any humans. I found myself having to dash across the street and along the backside of some mechanic's shop—Chet's. I was exposed here, and had to keep moving. From the direction I was heading came the whir of a military patrol. I turned to backtrack but a similar sound echoed from the other direction. I was about to be pinned down and likely spotted. If I was caught before getting to speak with my captain I would never get the chance to clear my name. I jiggled the knob of a back door but it was locked. Running low on time, I body slammed the door hard. It rattled but remained closed. I stepped back and slammed it again. This time the latch split and the door swung open.

I slammed it behind me, moving a heavy box to block it. I noted the fact that it swung inwards, which was a code violation as far as fire safety was concerned and would need to be reported once everything was settled.

Once my heartbeat lowered back to normal, I took in the room. It looked like I had stumbled upon the lair of a doomsday prepper. There was an array of ancient, pitiful 4K monitors lining one wall. A dangerous looking rig of batteries ripped out of old gasoline engine cars seemed to be intended to supply emergency power to the screens.

Curiosity itched at me, and after listening through the door to ensure I wasn't being pursued, I found the switch for the batteries and flicked it on.

The monitors flashed to life, and showed some sort of camera feed. I examined the footage, utterly confused. It appeared to be showing some large room, lined with an obsidian-esque material. Colossal, shattered shackles and chains were strewn about. A few of the cameras seemed to be dead, while others showed that part of the roof had collapsed inward, allowing sunlight to streak in.

I wracked my brain trying to figure out what I could be looking at and why. What could—oh. There's only one thing I had seen that week that could possibly require such restraints. Somehow, it was the only reasonable explanation. That... dragon... that kept popping up, or at least a dragon, had been held in that room. By who? For what purpose? I switched the monitors off and decided to investigate this place a little more. I creaked open the door which led to the inside of the garage and walked through.