Our mutations have us bigger, stronger, and faster.
Humans are a dying race. Only hiding and their weapons keep them from being completely eradicated.
Probably a good thing.
Many of my kind would starve without the steady crop.
Chairs fling easily as I toss them into the fleeing crowd. More bodies tumble, but I don’t bother chasing them down.
Escape is too close.
One brave fool steps in front of me with a raised weapon.
The sting of bullets tears into me, but it only makes me charge faster towards the weapon wielder.
My arms are heavy as I swing them clumsily.
He must have hit me harder than I thought.
Shit.
A lucky strike catches him across the face, slashing deep furrows through his eye and cheek.
He’s wounded enough that he falls away.
Freedom beckons.
My paces shorten.
It hurts to breathe.
Pain begins to radiate from several places. My hip burns the worst, forcing me to drag my leg.
But I have to get out.
Luck stands with me as I push into the cool night air.
Stars.
I thought I’d never see them again.
The smell of my own blood fills my lungs, yet I can still find a trace of her tantalizing scent, leading me away from the concrete building.
If I can just get to her, I’ll be fine.
Strength fades from me as my wounds leak my vitality onto my trail.
She’s close, though. I can almost taste her.
Rounding an armored Humvee, I finally catch sight of her.
Fuck, of course she’s armed. Call me hopeful to see it hanging by her side and not pointing in my direction.
Weakly, I slump to my knees. “I did what you asked.” My fur is matted, caked with the fluids of the mess of humans I tore apart, and dripping from my own injuries.
I don’t know how much longer I can keep my eyes open.
Then her weapon raises, aimed at the bridge of my long nose.
