Animal

Three years ago, the bodies of eighty four scientists were found in a facility not far off the shore of California.

Brutal mauling was confirmed. The animals they kept escaped and killed every human slowly, and then disappeared. Shock took over, but as usual, the world moved on ... And then three years passed.

I was mauled to death by my own dog, Shark, while out on a walk. The event would trigger a wave of more events, I eventually learned.

My instinct told me to run, run somewhere and lay low. I had no idea that I would run across others like me, I had no idea that these people were going to ask so much of me.

I had no idea that I would soon be the one who started the uprising.

{Mature for:
• Language
• Violence }

[not dystopian. this is set in modern times.]