Survival (furry story)

Part I

It has been three years since the outbreak and already the government, the states, countries, soon the entire world has turned into a zombie apocalypse. Friends, family, most have been taken because of this virus. Nothing can be certain, who is friend, or who is foe. For there are people out there who are worse than the undead. Taken place in a small town, there lies a small civilization led by Marcus, a 25 year-old skillful fox. His second in command, Aidan, a shy dog who saved Marcus's life from a zombie horde by helping him escape the city together. They eventually gained more members from moving place to place, state-to-state, farms, small houses, even some motels. But not everyone made it out. there were people whom they could not save, who have been bitten, eaten alive, shot, even beaten to death. Eventually with the ten people out of the fifteen they have lost, they have found their new haven in a very small town in the middle of the woods. They grew over the years, building their defenses, and taking in other survivors.

Now, they are struggling for ammunition for their weapons, and lack medical supplies. Mark and Aidan, along with a few soldiers are in a meeting at the new town hall, which happens to be the biggest house in town. "There is not much choice at this point, we must head to the city to scavenge for supplies." Mark says to the soldiers. "It will not be easy, nor will It be safe due to the rising numbers of Z's there, including the crazies as well. but we must hurry, if we are to survive here any longer."

"Mark is right, if we do not act now, we cannot protect them from any sickness, not including the zombies." Aidan added. "What's our move boss?" Their ears flick forward to listen carefully.

"You, and a band of troops take one of our military jeeps, and head into the city with as much food and ammunition you need. I must stay here to ensure safety and order. I expect each and every one of you to make it back in one piece." They all nod and look at him with surety. "Everyone be ready to leave by 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. And may luck be on your backs, and the zombies with a bullet in their head." They salute, and all but Mark and Aidan stay with Mark looking out of the window down at the people walking pass the house "What am I to do Aidan, what is it that I am doing with these people?"

"I-I don't know Mark, y-you seem like you know what you're doing." Aidan replies. "We've survived a lot together. I'm sure we can do the same with these people who trust us. Just don't end up as a tyrant and we'll be ok." He chuckles but stops immediately as to what he has just said. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry Aidan, its quite fine. I understand that it is not easy to maintain power for so long. this town is new, but it's already dying. We have to get those supplies, pick up some extra guns and survivors if you find any. but do not trust them so easily."

Aidan nods as he leaves the room and out of the house to head home. The townsfolk and the friends that they have been traveling wit wave at him as he passes by. They all seem so happy, like everything is normal, like there is no apocalypse. the little bears, wolves, and foxes playing sword fighting with thick sticks, the teens getting out of school to head home, and the farmers planting and harvesting their crops to make food for the town. Aidan waves back shyly as he walks back to his house to prepare packing.