It's the year **13, and scientists have created a new creatures they call "Furries". Life was well, until violence between humans and furries erupted. And soon, war broke out that lasted for 9 years. Furries won, but humans haven't gone extinct. Onl...
"And to you too, Mr. President," you spoke to no one. That broadcast was two months ago, but you recorded it on your phone so can listen to the last words spoken by the former leader. (A/N- Before this story gets to far into this is you. You are 18 years old, stand at 6'1'', and live alone. The picture below is you.
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Now that that's settled, back to the story.)
The new leader of the country, a lion furry, ordered that all humans to come out and surrender. Of course, you did not because of the rebellious nature within you. Fortunately, there was almost no one in the area you lived in.
Unfortunately, there was a group of furries called 'Human Hunters' or 'H.H.' for short, that roamed the country, searching for any human that's still hiding. And if anyone was caught, something bad would happen. Actually, that was what you said to yourself. You actually didn't know what happened to captured humans. But either way, you weren't going to surrender to a furry. You were going to live a quiet life. Alone. Without anyone.
"BAH! Who needs people or furries? Not me," you said, rising from a not-that-dusty couch in a dusty room.
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It wasn't a nice home, but it was your home. Well, it technically wasn't, but when you live in the Northwestern part of Indiana, near Chicago, you're not going to find much of a building that's still standing.
Yet, you found this one apartment that stands, and called it home. After getting off your ass, you walk over to the fridge and open it. Water, milk, beans, steak that you were planning to cook, carrots, corn, etc. You grabbed a water bottle and walked over to one of the windows.
You could just make out some figures rebuilding an apartment complex. Furries. If only there was no war, then this wouldn't have happened. While staring out the window, you hear a siren of a police car going off. But that wasn't a police car. That's the Human Hunter van that knows your here, but can't find you. You duck down and wait for the sirens to die down. While waiting, you recall your first encounter with a group of Human Hunters.
Flashback...
You were in an abandoned convenient store taking some water bottles and stuffing them in your backpack. That's when you heard police sirens. Peeking out from behind the checkout counter, there were two furries outside an armored van of sorts.
