Fluke ch 2.
The Fluke Ch. 2
The Decision
Nickolai Wachowsky was sitting on the steps to the quonset hut, mulling over his thoughts. He was happy he didn't have to be in school but this recent devolpement he really wasn't sure what to think. After all, becoming a giant humanoid talking raven was still quite fresh in his memory. they arrived last night he thought, shortly after 9:00 pm in the middle of west Virginia or something, to what was being called a "Reduction" camp, as in reducing the risk to the general public.At the time it was dark and late and though many had improved natural night vision many didn't notice from pure exhaustion.On the news he heard that it was a loosing battle that the rest of hummanity was fighting. Most reduction camps were almost painfully crowded and they still were'nt preventing the spread of the mutagenic virus. There were even talks of just letting the rest of hummanity transform as well. However some hardliner pro-hummanist were still pushing for a cure or at least a vacination. So untill the rest of hummanity is somehow preserved or untill hummanity is all but non-existant he was stuck in this camp. Nick sighed and decided to get up and look around camp, besides it was getting close to lunch anyways.
After having the slop that they served here and for the most part satiating his hunger he decided to check out how big the camp really was. After wandering for several minutes he found himself very lost amongst the rows and rows of quonset huts that everyone had been allocated. After standing around trying to figure out which way he came from, he was aproached by an anthro teen, a lynx of what he could assume to be his own age or close enough. "Hey my name's Tish, you look kinda lost, need help finding something?" inquiered Tish. "Yeah I guess I am kinda lost, and the name's Nick by the way." meekly stated Nick. "So what was your building number? because if you look all the numbers run east to west and the greater the number the farther out of the camp you are."explained Tish. "Ah! I was assigned to number 119." proclaimed Nick. "Well that's not too far from here since we're in the 130's of the camp," said Tish "need help finding it?" "Yeah i guess so, or at least until I can figure out for myself." fished Nick as he nervously scratched at his head plumage. They preceded to walk toward his quonset. "So what's your story?" inquisited nick. "I was a teen y'know how it was, phones, gossip, friends, at school, used to go to Lincoln high.Then this big "thing" happened and as pretty much as everyone else did, I transformed into what I am now, kinda after I got back home from a long day of school. So how'd it happen for you?" Asked the lynx girl. "Eh i woke up and it sorta was like this and whatnot. kinda hard to drink with a beak." "Hah! I know how you feel, it's kinda awkward to have the face of a cat too and whatnot." said the Lynx. "Yeah I geuss it kinda would be hard, well I think this is my shack thing, quonset hut, see ya around!" proclaimed Nick. "You too." Said the lynx girl. When he turned around to ask for her phone number, she was nowhere to be found.
The news came earlythe next day. "Breaking news, the United States of America has declared itself an entirely morphed country before the UN general committee today as stated in an adress by the president early this morning in New York, Joining the ranks of the UK and Ireland as morphed nations. In related news there is now a growing concern by the rest of the UN that contagion will continue to spread despite thier best efforts to contain it. This has effectively caused a worldwide closed port policy in order to quarentine the situation." announced the news anchor."Well that's just great." commented Nick.
A week passed and the camps were beggining to be emptied back to the major cities, since the influx of people was a bit overwhelming. They found his father trying to fill out paperwork in the camp post office earlier that week. As they were sitting in the shack they heard the 30 year old television blare aloud.
"In other news a new congressional decision has been ratified, calling for the disbandment of all reduction camps and the establishment of martial law until society can get back on it's feet again."
Nick, his mother, a wolf and her family, in adittion to his father, and some large Iguanas who seemed to be freezing as much as he was in the cold november weather. It was unusaully cold this year especially for D.C. of all places, and he wasn't sure if it was the fact that he was a raven or that it was actually colder but nonetheless it was snowing much earlier. School was out of session until january while the disorganised national and state governments reorganised themselves, and dealt with the current labour crises. Since the foriegn powers that be closed thier borders and stopped all flights and shipping, except amongst the mutated countries. With the alot of foriegn employers out for the count, a lot of domestic manufacturers reapered. "Heck it looks like we're gonna kick this reccesion after all, adept not the way we thought we were going to, but with all the demmand for things like jeans that fit, (which at the time was very hard due in part to lack of pants bearing tailholes.) and chairs that you can sit in, is really a big boost to the economy." said Nick's father, ever the optimist. "I guess so. what about that job you said you had?" "Oh that one! I declined after I found a job that pays twice as well and is only down two exits down the interstate." quipped his father.
To be continued in chapter 3: Friends.