Caged Animal
The continuation of Old Man No More. I forgot to mention that these were chapter titles as I have yet to find a suitable title for the story.
The afterlife must be a cruel joke. It seems that way as I munch on the scrap I was able to steal away from the human clan. I watched them settled down on their grassy knoll as I watched from the tree. They do not seem to be able to climb trees or show much intelligence which bothered me. However, they become aggressive and seven to one, I am at a disadvantage. I swallowed the last bit of food and looked to the night sky. I want to escape and explore this world.
When I first woke, I thought a bunch of dogs broken into my home. As my vision cleared, they looked large and grunting loudly. Fear shot through me as I tried to get up and run, only to find myself bound to the bed. I tried to scream out but I had no voice. As I struggled, strong hands held me still as I watched one them held up a device and jam it into my arm. I felt a warm sensation coursing through me, a moment of panic then euphoria. in my calm state, I watched the world unfold as I was lead from room to room. Seeing different "human-animals" along the way and listening to their grunting language. At some point I fell asleep and when I woke, I was caged with these primitive humans.
I stretched out my hand and finger each thought out. One, I am not dead, possibly. Two, this world is rule by anthropomorphic animals. As it was obvious by the way they view us through the glass. Three, this is a zoo as I can see other exhibits from my perch on the tree. Four, thank goodness this tree has wide and smooth branches as I was thrown in here without clothes. Five, I seem to be young again as I am able to do many things without hesitation or pain. As well as noticing my soft taught skin and the return of certain desires. Six, I lost my voice which was a shame. I had made a living with my singing. The lack of talking has me worried the most. It has been difficult to attract the attention of the keepers without getting shocked from their rods.
I sighed and tremble with desire, again. The cool air swooping and caressing my sensitivity but I have to resist. There was no way to clean up after and I reek. Needless to say how badly but it has been a week's worth since being locked up. Maybe more prior to being here.
Tomorrow will be my gamble. If I fell on plan A, then I must go all out into plan B. I tossed a small rock at the dominant male that tried to stop me from getting to the food. It bounced off the wall hit the glass making a small crack that the keepers have yet to noticed. Honestly, I do not want to risk plan B.