The Day the Demons Attacked
Decided to remake my fursona's history, to be honest I prefer this one a lot more.
The memory still haunts me. Sometimes I wake up drenched in sweat because of it. The day the demons attacked.
This all happened when I was ten, playing in the front yard of my house, 729 Galeton Drive. It was a simple house, blue walls around the outside, but cosy. My family, the Wattson's, had always likes being different, hence my name, Zimlar. My friends have always called me Zim, though. I had never been quite tall; I was around four foot five the smallest in my class.
I was playing in the grass of the front yard of my house, when they appeared. The things just rose up out of the ground; the rocks they were made of were a deep red, as red as mars, and their horns were as tall as I was and as thick as my head.
The hot, sticky air changed into a warm breeze, rustling my blonde hair. Scared I abandoned the hole I was digging and hid under a bush. The beast finished emerging to a grand ten feet, just as I settled under the bush.
"Such a nice little village," it growled with a voice rougher than sandpaper, "what a shame."
Letting out silent tears of fear, I saw many other crimson coloured beings, varying in height and size appearing from the ground, some carrying swords, some hammers, and some nothing. Faster than I could say "The doctor," my small town was up in flames the monsters moving faster than the eye can follow. I couldn't hear anything over the sound of my blood pounding in my ears; I didn't even notice I started running. Running away from the bedlam that my home had become. Running as fast as my legs could go. I hadn't even made it to the edge of my families property when there was a blinding light from the centre of town. The explosion was so immense that it threw me into the wall of my house.
I felt a sharp pain in my left abdomen, looking down, two seemingly deep gashes had appeared. But I don't know what my next reaction was to first, the two half inch wide cuts that were about two and a half centimetres away from each other, or all the fur that had popped up and the snout that was in my vision.
"SHIT!" I screamed loudly into the crackling air. Immediately I swung my head side to side to see if anyone was around to scold me, but there wasn't. Actually I didn't see anyone. The whole town had gone quiet. I hastily hobbled into my house, clutching my side with my blood seeping between my fingers.
Stumbling into the kitchen, I looked around desperately for the first aid kit that I knew my parents kept in one of the cabinets. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a hint of green, which I took as the medicine box. I took the container and took it upstairs with me as I staggered towards the bathroom. I never reached the bathroom; I tripped over my own feet. But the weren't feet anymore... They were hind paws.
Knowing I was running out of time, I pulled out my phone and dialled the emergency services number.
"Seven... T-two... Nine" I gasped when the operator answered the phone, "G-Galeton drive... top floor... Zimlar Wattson..."
"Okay," the woman on the other side said sweetly, "what's happened? Can you keep this line open while we send an ambulance?"
"I'm... b-bleeding badly," that was the last thing I could say before I blacked out.
When I opened my eyes, I was nearly blinded; the light around me was so intense.
"Oh good," I heard a soft voice to my right, "you're awake."
Startled at the words, I spun my head around to see a tall, slender... cat lady?
"Wh-where am I?" I ask, fear edging my voice, "who are you?"
"Me?" the woman smiles sweetly, "I'm Nurse Emma. And you're in the hospital."
"How long have I been out?"
"Um... I'll say about four years..." The sleek black cat pauses to think, "yeah, four years is correct."
Hospital, the word clears up my memory from when the demons attacked, the incisions in my side the bright explosion, all of it.
After I had asked what had happened, she explained it, how the explosion was only around our small town, how we had got turned into anthropomorphic animals due to it.
"No one knows how it happened..." Emma began to trail off, "I cleaned your wound and took some type of rock shrapnel out of it. You'll be fine; it's scarred over now. I believe we'll have to keep you over night, due to your coma. Just to make sure you're okay now."
The next day was the day that I thought I could understand what was going on, but I didn't really. When I was given a new pair of clothes and when I was changing into them I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror I was taller, I guessed that I was close to five foot four. And my fur! It was a brilliant orange. My paws were a dark black up to just past my wrist my belly was white up to my neck. Something flickered just behind me and when I looked closer in the mirror I found that it was a tail!
"What the f..." I say in a choked whisper, "Emma wasn't shitting me..."
After I had put on my boxers, I was struggling with the shorts; I couldn't find a way to put my tail through the small hole in the back. So I had to call Emma, even though I didn't want to. I didn't want to see my family in my boxers and a t-shirt, although they do see me wear that as my regular clothes around the house, it would be better if they saw me in my new form when I'm decent.
When Emma came in she wasn't soon to help, "It's confusing doing this for the first time. Don't worry. I was confused at first too. Here you go..."
She grasped my tail firmly and helped guide it through a hole in the back of my shorts.
"Four years," I murmur, still unable to grasp the time that I was asleep.
Pulling on my shirt, I got it caught on the new snout that took up some of my vision. Emma giggled and helped, yet again.
"Thanks," I say, flustered.
After putting on my shoes, I was led to the waiting room by a different nurse. Even though there weren't many families there, it was hard to say who was who; there were so many different species!
"The Wattson family?" the nurse next to me called and immediately, three of the many people who were waiting stood up, a young female cat and two deer, one male and one female.
"Zim?" one of the three, a female deer, choked out with a smile as she walked towards me, "it's me, your mother"
"M-mom?" I attempt to blink back my tears, but I fail miserably as I hug my mother tightly.
"Dad, Ahri?" I ask, looking from the male deer to the black white and tiger.
"You got it bud," my dad smiles widely, as does my older sister, Ahri.
Since my parents had filled out the paperwork when I first checked in, we were ready to head back home immediately.
As we headed to the car park, my dad told me that every day after school, Ahri would come and stay in the hospital with me. Sometimes she would even stay the night on the weekends.
"Really?" I ask, slightly flattered, turning to Ahri, who blushed a little, "thanks that means a lot."
"No problem," she says, still in a deep blush as she opens the door to the backseat of our families red Toyota. After we all get in, we leave the parking structure and head home.