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Bang!...You're awoken by the ear piercing sound of a gunshot. You jump up out of your bed. Your heart is racing and the adrenaline pumping through your veins is causing you to shake. Bang!...Thhhwok!...Your eyes widen and chills are sent throughout your body as you realize that the second bullet smashed into your bulletproof door. You can see the small bulge on the backside of your door where the bullet made impact. Soon after, three others bulged out from the door. Whoever was on the other side of that gun was very close. You waste no more time. You grab your emergency bag from underneath your bed - from previous experiences, you've found it wise to always have one - and you shove in what else you could grab before more bullets fly towards your door. There's only two ways out. You could open your door and fight the unwanted guest or, you could risk the jump from your window; keep in mind it's at least a hundred feet to the bottom with only flimsy deteriorating buildings to keep you from falling the whole way down...It's too late to decide. You're door is being hit by something very heavy and can see the hinges start to break free from the wall. You glance at the monitor and see two hooded figures outside your door on each side of a long cylindrical pipe trying to smash the door in. 'The two guys from earlier...How the hell did they find me?' you say to yourself. You pause as you turn to look out the window and shrug your shoulders; "Fuck it..." you say with a tone that makes it seem like the whole situation is only a minor annoyance. With your foxlike reflex's, you spring your legs into action and take four sprinting steps towards the window. You're already at full speed when you jump, breaking through the glass.

It's not the wisest decision you've made, but you'd rather not get involved with having to kill a gang member. You stay in the shadows, not to be seen, avoiding confrontation at all costs. This is how you've managed to make the age of sixteen. You have to grow up fast in this world; you can't afford not to. Being so young has its advantages. You're slim and athletic, small and unnoticeable, and with dark grey fur you blend in to the environment.

So the trip down was quite eventful to say the least. As soon as you broke through the glass you felt a pain in your shoulder as you started to fall. There was no time to look at it; the first rooftop was coming up fast. Bracing for impact, your now cut shoulder hits the tin rooftop causing you searing pain. The thin roof gives way as you expected, but you keep falling down. There was a hole in the floor of that building and you start falling backwards. You're disorientated and can't tell what you'll hit next. You slam onto something, but not as hard as you thought. It's an inclined roof that levels out at the bottom. You start to slide downward at an alarming rate; the end of the roof coming up fast. You manage to turn yourself around to where your feet go off the edge first. It's another fifteen feet to the ground level. You're launched off the roof, going just as fast horizontal as you were going vertical. You smash into the side of a weak looking structure, caving in the thin deteriorating wall, rolling a few times and finally come to a stop. You don't waste any time getting up. You're looking around for your bag and can't find it, when all of a sudden it comes sliding down the same roof that sent you flying in through the wall. It's not very heavy, so you catch it as it rockets toward you.

With your things in hand, you decide to make your way to the lake's edge. If you're going make it out of here, you're going to have to cross the lake...and soon. Peeking out from underneath the building, you can barely make out a wolf with his head poking out your window, looking for you. You throw the bag over your shoulder and almost let out a scream. All the adrenaline has worn off and you forgot about the cut. Right now isn't the time to examine it with the danger still close. You throw the bag on your other shoulder and quietly run into the void of buildings and disappear in to the night.

You arrive at the edge of the lake, now exhausted from running; you sit down in the dirt. Once you've caught your breath you look at your arm. There's quite a bit of blood staining your jacket, but the wound from the glass isn't too deep. You pull out a rag from your bag and tie it around your upper arm to stop the bleeding. You decide that now is probably a good time to confirm the inventory of your bag. You've got some extra clothes, some ammo, a knife, respirator, food to last you for a couple weeks, a few medical supplies (mostly radiation pills), and some other non-essential items. You look towards the lake, wondering how the hell you're going to get across. A boat would be nice, but you've never seen one. Swimming is your only option. It's not too far to the other side and you really only need to worry about getting radiation poisoning if you ingest the water. Your bag has a water-proof liner, so getting your stuff wet isn't going to be an issue. The water is very cold, so you decide it best to take your jacket off along with your boots and socks and shove them in the bag. You're at the very edge of the western wall. You thought it best to cross there to avoid being seen. You take the respirator out and strap it down tight against your muzzle. Now the hard part...jumping in the icy lake. You take a couple deep breaths and count to three before plunging in to the deep lake.

It's actually not as cold as you thought, but could still be fatal if you were to stay in here for more than thirty minutes. It's about half a mile to the other side, so you pace yourself with your swimming, trying not to exert yourself. As you trek through the dirty, polluted water you start thinking about what you'll see on the other side. Your mind wanders off at the possibilities and before you know it, you've made landfall. You pull yourself up from the water and sigh in relief as you rest on the edge of the northern part of the lake. You're a bit exposed so you hide yourself in a collapsed structure near the edge of the lake. You start to open your bag, but are cut short by the sound of loud rustling metal. It was very loud and didn't stop. It was getting closer. Who in the hell would be making so much noise? You didn't want to stay for fear of someone else hearing it. But that will be the last thing on your mind when you see what's coming.

You peek out from behind an I-beam and what you see, you cannot fathom. This some "one" that you thought was making the noise was actually some "thing." It walked on all fours like a feral dog, but was much taller and bigger than that. It had a long thin face with teeth sticking out of its mouth. The thing was rummaging around the metal looking for food you think. It stops, sniffing its nose in the air, and turns towards a building behind him. The beast lets out a low growl that sends chills through your body and actually causing the cut on your arm to pain you. You heard something coming from the building that the beast was looking at. The beast is about to enter the structure when you hear a deafening noise. It's so loud that you have to cover your ears. You strain to keep your eyes open to see what the hell could have made that noise. Just then a lion-like figure about twice the size of the first beast jumps out from atop the building and clasps its jaws around the entire head of the dog beast. Nothing was heard after that moment except for the crunch of the bones inside the mouth of the bigger beast. The dog, laying on the ground, was not moving...you stand there, frozen, unable to move out of fear. The lion beast is about to take another bite, but stops...it raises his head up in the air and sniffs a few times, then turns its head towards you. Its eyes start to glow red with its gaze now fixed on you.

That's all it takes for you to get moving again. You make haste back to the lake, with the beast moving incredibly fast. You're at the lake's edge, but the beast has caught up to you. You make a flying leap into the lake just as the beast swipes its huge claws at you, missing you by an inch. You plunge deep into the cold water. You're expecting the beast to come after you...but it doesn't. You swim a ways under the water, but have to come up for air. When you re-surface, the beast is standing at the edge, growling and screeching, taking great care not to fall in the water. It's pacing back and forth with its red glowing eyes still glaring at you. 'What the fuck!' you say to yourself, shocked and confused. The rumors you heard are exactly that, "rumors." There was nothing past the lake, nothing but darkness and evil.

You're tired and need to rest, so you make the trek back to the other side, the image of the beasts still burned into your mind. There was nothing past the Ruins of the South. You are one of the few survivors left in a truly dark and evil city. You're half way across when you start seeing bubbles appearing in front of you. You stop for a moment, and then an idea pops in your head. 'Oh my god!' you say aloud, thinking about the possibilities of there being beasts in the water. You start to feel heavy. Treading the water is becoming difficult. Nothing has a hold of you. Then you realize what's going on; it's the pressure valves. When the lake gets too full, it releases water out a drain on the side of the west wall, carrying it a few miles away from the city. The water is conveyed by a large pipe that's been cut in half and is dumped into a very large lake down the valley. You take a deep breath as you're pulled under. You're about to embark on the ride of your life.