{"sf1_id":114913,"sf2_id":"AnKdbWj1","title":"Survival of the Fittest. Episode-3","author":"Uniden","words":3286,"posted_at":"2009-12-30T06:20:00.000Z","tags":["Death","German Shepherd","Gore","Husky"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/114913-survival-of-the-fittest-episode-3","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKdbWj1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/37/2e/372ee788-4c75-4cbb-bdb6-739ab68a50b1","description":"#1 of Survival of the fitest","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe huskys breath was heavy as he ran from the building. Each breath \u0026nbsp;\n\nhe exhaled turned to a foggy smoke that poured out of his muzzle as he \u0026nbsp;\n\nslammed back first into buildings side. His heart thumped heavily in \u0026nbsp;\n\nhis chest as he looked into the doorway, his M1 grasped hard in his \u0026nbsp;\n\npaws as he turned into the doorway. Running full speed, he entered the \u0026nbsp;\n\nsmall room. His boots thumping softly on the concrete floor. His \u0026nbsp;\n\npartner turned and nodded as the husky slid onto his knees up to an \u0026nbsp;\n\nopen window, his rifle in it's ready possition on the windows sill.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe husky looked out across the frozen road, at the upturned car that \u0026nbsp;\n\nwas buried into a snow drift. This fight had completely drained him. \u0026nbsp;\n\nHe was running on empty, less like a living breathing creature, more \u0026nbsp;\n\nlike a machine. Just taking aim, firing, and reloading as seemingly \u0026nbsp;\n\nunending amounts of the pirates seemed to come into light in the \u0026nbsp;\n\nwindows, streets, and doorways that he could see. He felt nothing, no \u0026nbsp;\n\npain, no sorrow, no nothing. Being awake for so long without any rest \u0026nbsp;\n\nin sight had made him just something repeating a task.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBullets wizzed by him, cracking into the building and sending small \u0026nbsp;\n\npieces of shrapnel flying into the air. The husky looked over to his \u0026nbsp;\n\npartner as he fired out of the window he was stationed at.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Where they at Sean?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Everywhere pick a spot and shoot!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe German shepard yelled as he fired three rounds across the street \u0026nbsp;\n\nand into \u0026nbsp;the darkness resulting in a scream of pain.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe husky nodded and began to fire at the overturned car, causing a \u0026nbsp;\n\nblur of black fur to run out and back towards the oppostie bulding. \u0026nbsp;\n\nFiring into the furs back, he sent the retreating party face first \u0026nbsp;\n\ninto the snow, small trails of blood running into the white snow, \u0026nbsp;\n\nturning the pure white into a mix of red and brown.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe shooting seemed to cease for the time being, the loud gunfire gave \u0026nbsp;\n\nway to quiet peacefullness. The husky slid down against the wall as he \u0026nbsp;\n\nclosed his eyes, his breath fogging with every exhale. His mind went \u0026nbsp;\n\nback to the way this all started, the way the ones in this room were \u0026nbsp;\n\nthe only ones who made it, and if help didn't come soon, they wouldn't \u0026nbsp;\n\nmake it either.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was two days ago when James' squad was sent to recon the small town \u0026nbsp;\n\nin search of supplies and resources. He had a small squad of ten good \u0026nbsp;\n\nsoldiers under his command, all of whom he treated like his brother. \u0026nbsp;\n\nBeing firm yet compassionate, tough but caring. They had entered the \u0026nbsp;\n\ntown at around noon and made their way down the center of the street. \u0026nbsp;\n\nThey had just come to the middle of town as the husky ordered his \u0026nbsp;\n\ntroops to fan out and search the buildings. He stood, as a rod of iron \u0026nbsp;\n\nin the street while the troops spread out, many entering the \u0026nbsp;\n\nboardering buildings and some heading down the street.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe watched as one of the wolfs on his squad stopped and looked towards \u0026nbsp;\n\na tall three story building, his short breaths sending small clouds of \u0026nbsp;\n\nfog into the air. He nodded at the wolf just as a loud, sharp crack \u0026nbsp;\n\nwas heard. To the huskys widened eyes, he watched as the wolf, who had \u0026nbsp;\n\njust been standing and a perfectly functioning being, collapsed into \u0026nbsp;\n\nthe snow with a thud, crimson red blood pouring from his chest and \u0026nbsp;\n\nonto the snow.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe only thing he remembered at that moment was crying out a loud, \u0026nbsp;\n\nlong no as his squad took cover in the nearbye buildings. He just \u0026nbsp;\n\nstood in the center of the road, unable to speak, unable to move as \u0026nbsp;\n\nthe shepard ran out and grabbed the husky dragging him into a nearbye \u0026nbsp;\n\nhouse.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe watched as each member of his squad was killed, each one of his \u0026nbsp;\n\nbrothers. Each time he saw a life snuffed out, a little bit of his \u0026nbsp;\n\nsoul was to, until now he was just a shell.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA loud whimper brought him back to the current day, the current \u0026nbsp;\n\nsituation that demanded his attention. He looked accross the room to \u0026nbsp;\n\nthe far wall, to the wounded soldier laying against it. The wolf lay \u0026nbsp;\n\nin a puddle of his own blood, most of which had frozen to the concrete \u0026nbsp;\n\naround his stomach. He lowered his head for a moment as the wolfs \u0026nbsp;\n\nwhimpers pierced his ears. He shouldered his weapon as the sound of \u0026nbsp;\n\nfootsteps entered the room.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nStanding up he slowly walked towards the door as he motioned for Sean \u0026nbsp;\n\nto stay. He exited the small room, his gun at the ready as he came \u0026nbsp;\n\ninto another small room. Scanning the corners he continued on. \u0026nbsp;\n\nLowering his rifle slightly, he walked through another doorway and \u0026nbsp;\n\nalmost plowed right over the dingo. Scrambling to his feet, the \u0026nbsp;\n\nsurprised husky lifted his rifle pointing down at the dingo who was \u0026nbsp;\n\nstill recovering from getting knocked off his feet.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What...who are you!\" James stammered out as his arms shook from \u0026nbsp;\n\nnervousness.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson laid on his back, arms raised. \"Its Tyson, UCDC\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nJames let out a large sigh of relief an lowered his rifle. Leaning \u0026nbsp;\n\ndown he lowered his paw for the dingo. Taking it with his, Tyson was \u0026nbsp;\n\nlifted up to his feet. He immediatly began to take a mental inventory \u0026nbsp;\n\nof the husky. He was just about the same height as the dingo yet he \u0026nbsp;\n\nwas more broad. Where Tyson had a sleek toned body, the husky seemed \u0026nbsp;\n\nto have the physique of a burly brawled type that seemed more like a \u0026nbsp;\n\nshoot first ask questions later kind of guy. Kaizoe and Chris entered \u0026nbsp;\n\nthe building, the fox never straying too far from the tigers six. The \u0026nbsp;\n\nhusky looked past the dingo to the other two.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"They with you?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson nodded.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Alright, let's get you up to date.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson could tell that this fur didn't care about all the things that \u0026nbsp;\n\nthe dingo had done for the coalition, to be honest, he liked not being \u0026nbsp;\n\nthe center of attention wherever he went. He enjoyed being just \u0026nbsp;\n\nanother gunney.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe husky led them back to the room where the shepard and the wolf \u0026nbsp;\n\nwere held up in. As James entered Sean stood up pointing to the dark \u0026nbsp;\n\nside of the room, making sure to be clear of the window.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"They have us zeroed so stay in the shadows.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nJames led Tyson past the wolf who was now whimpering only softly as \u0026nbsp;\n\nhis breaths slowed more and more. Tyson could tell that he wasn't \u0026nbsp;\n\ngoing to make it. Kaizoe was the next to enter and he instantly glared \u0026nbsp;\n\nat the shepard as he walked to the dingo's side. \u0026nbsp;Chris had stopped at \u0026nbsp;\n\nthe wolfs side and was knelt down on one knee, his paw on the wolfs \u0026nbsp;\n\nside feeling every breath that was taken, each one was a fight for the \u0026nbsp;\n\nwolf. Tyson immediatly knew that this was what Chris needed as he \u0026nbsp;\n\nlooked over his shoulder at the two.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"So you two are our support? Well I don't need to tell you that we are \u0026nbsp;\n\nroyaly fucked out here and it seems like this is our Alamo.\" the husky \u0026nbsp;\n\nsighed as he looked over at Sean. \"My entire squad... Picked off like \u0026nbsp;\n\nflies. We are the only three left, and if you three hadn't come we \u0026nbsp;\n\nwouldn't stand much chance. And by the looks of you, we dont have much \u0026nbsp;\n\nof one anyway.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson returned to looking into the huskys eyes. He could see the tears \u0026nbsp;\n\nand emotions that were being held back through the sparkling crystal \u0026nbsp;\n\nblue orbs. \"Do you know how many there are left out there?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe husky shook his head, \"No they just keep coming, they never stop.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson nodded and left the room, heading to the stairway at the far end \u0026nbsp;\n\nof the room, he started to climb up the three flights of stairs, his \u0026nbsp;\n\nrifle slung over his shoulder. Coming to the roof, he slowly stepped \u0026nbsp;\n\nout onto the snow covered roof and dropped to his knees. Getting down \u0026nbsp;\n\non his stomach he slowly crawled to the edge of the building, his body \u0026nbsp;\n\nleaving a trail in the snow as he took the rifle off his back and set \u0026nbsp;\n\nthe foregrip on the sill o the roof.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n--------\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChris stared down on the wolf as his breaths started to slow and \u0026nbsp;\n\nbecame more and more of a struggle for him. Every breath produced a \u0026nbsp;\n\nsharp pain that made the wolfs entire body shake under the fox's paw. \u0026nbsp;\n\nJames slowly walked over and squatted down next to the fox. Putting \u0026nbsp;\n\nhis large paw on the small shoulder of the fox and looked down at him \u0026nbsp;\n\nas the wolf took a last, deep breath and gave up his ghost.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChris looked up at the husky, a tear in his eye as he took his hand \u0026nbsp;\n\noff the wolfs side. James sighed and looked down at his fallen \u0026nbsp;\n\ncommrade. Yet another one of his brothers was gone and yet another \u0026nbsp;\n\npart of his soul died as he tried his hardest to keep his emotions \u0026nbsp;\n\ninside. He took his paw and gently placed it over the wolfs eyes, \u0026nbsp;\n\nclosing them slowly and looking back at the fox. He could tell the fox \u0026nbsp;\n\nwas taking this hard, just by the way he held his head, he showed that \u0026nbsp;\n\nhe never saw anything like this, nor did he ever want to again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"It will be okay. Just try not to let it get to you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChris sniffled as the husky stood up and walked back to his window, \u0026nbsp;\n\ntaking up position with his rifle. The sharp crack of Tyson's rifle \u0026nbsp;\n\nechoed throughout the area as the furs in the first level of the \u0026nbsp;\n\nbuilding took their possitions in the wall. Kaizoe had his machine gun \u0026nbsp;\n\nat the ready as the sound of diesel engines roared through the area. \u0026nbsp;\n\nThe tiger knew what those sounds ment. More enemys, and lots of them.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe pirates poured out of the trucks and into the buildings that lined \u0026nbsp;\n\nthe road accross from the small squad. They had them severely \u0026nbsp;\n\noutnumbered and outgunned. Even if the rumor that Tyson was here was \u0026nbsp;\n\ntrue, they had the high possability of just leveling the town with \u0026nbsp;\n\nsheer numbers.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n------------------------\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson notticed the amount of trucks rolling in, and despite his \u0026nbsp;\n\nability to be a great shot, he couldn't keep up with the amount. They \u0026nbsp;\n\nwere going through his crosshairs before he could get a shot off. \u0026nbsp;\n\nRolling onto his back, he ejected the clip from the rifle. His mind \u0026nbsp;\n\nwas racing. There are just to many, we will never make it. His mind \u0026nbsp;\n\nwas going a mile a minute as he heard the firing coming from below \u0026nbsp;\n\nhim. He knew the only way to win this one was to call in help.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fighting in the lower level was just as fierce as bullets whipped \u0026nbsp;\n\nby the team. Many of the lethat projectiles grazed or just barely \u0026nbsp;\n\nmissed the three combatants as they huddled under there respective \u0026nbsp;\n\nwindows. The sheperd looked over at James and nodded. He had had \u0026nbsp;\n\nenough of being shot at. The worn army uniform that covered his brown \u0026nbsp;\n\nand black fur clanked with the sound of metal hitting metal as he \u0026nbsp;\n\nstood from his huddled position. Time seemed to slow around Sean as he \u0026nbsp;\n\nshouldered his M16 and began to squeeze out rounds. It seemed to James \u0026nbsp;\n\nand Kaizoe that the scene was like that from a movie, the snarl on the \u0026nbsp;\n\nmuzzle of the large shepherd as his rifle seemed to shoot out each \u0026nbsp;\n\nbullet in an almost beauty that only a soldier would appreciate. The \u0026nbsp;\n\ngas operated weapon threw out a small puff of mist that wrapped into a \u0026nbsp;\n\ncontrail behind the speeding projectial, almost causing a curtail \u0026nbsp;\n\neffect. The ordeal lasted not long but what seemed like forever as \u0026nbsp;\n\nenemy after enemy fell before the firepower was unleashed upon the \u0026nbsp;\n\nsheperd. The graceful movie came to a crashing end as a set of rounds \u0026nbsp;\n\nhit the sheperd. The first hit him square in the chest and went right \u0026nbsp;\n\nthrough, a small trail of his life giving blood the fell gently onto \u0026nbsp;\n\nthe floor. Two more of the deadly rounds tore through his body, each \u0026nbsp;\n\none making a small hole in the front and back of his brown jacket but \u0026nbsp;\n\nthey did there damage. The sheperd slowly fell to his knees, a shocked \u0026nbsp;\n\nlook on his face as his arms fell to his side, the rifle falling next \u0026nbsp;\n\nto him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe huskys heart sank to the farthest region of his body a he saw the \u0026nbsp;\n\ncanine fall. In one smooth motion he lept to his feet and caught his \u0026nbsp;\n\ncommrade. The sheperd was gasping as he clutched his chest. Blood\u0026nbsp;\n\nbegan to \u0026nbsp;run down the fallen canine's back and down the husky's grey arm,\u0026nbsp;\n\ncoating the fur \u0026nbsp;with thick, warm blood as James clutched the shepherd in his arms. \u0026nbsp;\n\nWith the last bit ofenergy he had left, the shepherd leaned up and wrapped his arms\u0026nbsp;\n\naround the husky. Tears slowly ran down the husky's face as the shepherd took his final\n\n\u0026nbsp;breaths and died in his arms.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat was it, the final piece of his heart had been torn as he laid his fallen commrade on the\u0026nbsp;\n\nconcrete floor. Reaching next to the bleeding out shepherd, he picked up the canines gun\u0026nbsp;\n\nand tucked it under his shoulder. Taking his own gun and doing the same, he approached the\u0026nbsp;\n\nblown-out wall on the side of the building. With tears rolling down his face he stood, as a\u0026nbsp;\n\ngladiator poised before a lion, both guns in tucked in between his arms and his sides. The\u0026nbsp;\n\nweight of the rifles made his aim falter slightly as he stepped upon the fallen debris. Being\n\nmindful of the exposed re-bar, he began to squeeze both triggers, sending shocks of recoil\n\nthrough his body as he sprayed the entire adjacent area with bullets. he managed to hit and\u0026nbsp;\n\nwound several faceless enemies before the rounds started to tear through his flesh.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe first round that hit tore through the fleshy part of his thigh sending the husky down on\u0026nbsp;\n\none knee, still firing the two weapons. The next projectile found its mark in his shoulder,\u0026nbsp;\n\nripping through the skin resulting in a yelp as the huskys entire body jerked to the side, his \u0026nbsp;\n\npaw involuntarily letting go of the automatic rifle allowing it to fall to the concrete and slide\n\na few feet away. Regaining his composure, James emptied his clip and threw the gun to the\u0026nbsp;\n\nfloor beside him and drew out his pistol. It was a standard black, military grade pistol that\u0026nbsp;\n\nfifteen rounds plus one in the chamber. More of a last ditch effort than a primary fighting\u0026nbsp;\n\nweapon. James emptied the gun in a matter of moments as the final shot tore directly though\u0026nbsp;\n\nhis heart, stopping it immediatly and sending the husky toppling over onto the floor, blood\u0026nbsp;\n\nquickly pooling under his lifeless body. Even though now even the last of the scout team was\u0026nbsp;\n\nkilled, the husky had peace with the deamons that had sapped his soul for the past few days\u0026nbsp;\n\nleft him with that final shot. The miliseconds that it took for the bullet to go from piercing his\n\nskin to the moment it hit his heart, he had complete peace.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nKaizoe ran from his cover and grabbed the husky by his collar and while struggling, pulled the\u0026nbsp;\n\nfallen canine into the cover of the room before holding his paw up to the sall communicator\u0026nbsp;\n\nin his ear.\n\n-------------------------\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson reloded his rifle as he heard Kaizoe's voice echo through his ears.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Tys. Our two friends are down. We need to either bug out or call in some heavy firepower. \"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe dingo agreed fully as he looked over the battlefield below. he knew that at these\u0026nbsp;\n\nnumbers, the three of them reaining would have no chance at \u0026nbsp;all. he had to call in an\u0026nbsp;\n\nairstrike of some type and he had to do it fast. \u0026nbsp;Rolling on his back he reached down and took\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe handheld radio off his belt.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Outpost 375 come in, this is Tyson.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Tyson this is outpost 375 what can we do for you?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"We need close air support at our location.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Tyson, we have two A-10's \u0026nbsp;in your vacinity returningfrom a sortie, we will redirect them.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe dingo copied as he hunkered down repeating what he heard to Kaizoe and Chris down\n\nbelow. It didnt take long before the low roar of the two jets could be heard over the horizon.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe monster birds had dual engines at the tail that looked like giant tappered steel drums,\u0026nbsp;\n\nbut unlike what they looked like, the engines brought the two aircraft into a screeming line\u0026nbsp;\n\nthat flew at what seemed like a few feet over the ground. the two aircraft got one right\u0026nbsp;\n\nbehind the other as they approached the combat zone. pulling up slightly the lead aircraft\n\nstarted his run. The large Vulcan cannon on the nose of the aircraft roared unlike any weapon\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson had ever heard as it scattered thousands upon thousands of rounds across the\n\nbattlefield. Penetrating all forms of cover possible, cars, barriers, and even the buildings.\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe second dropped a pair of incindiary bombs that caught fire to anything within a hundred\n\nfeet from the impact.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen the aircraft had passed the outpost could hear Tysons cheers over the comm-link and could tell the support was a success.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe dingo returned to where he had left the tiger and the fox.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n--------------------------------------------------\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChris shivered in the tigers burely arms as the shockwaves from the bombings passed. He was\u0026nbsp;\n\nscared out of his mind and the only thing that kept comfort was the grasp of the large tiger.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs the noise slowly stopped, chris turned his gaze onto the fallen husky as a tear fell down\u0026nbsp;\n\nhis face. Kaizoe had never had to deal with someone like this before, yet somehow he knew\u0026nbsp;\n\nwhat to do and slowly began to scratch the foxes ear. As Chris looked up at him with teary\u0026nbsp;\n\neyes, he began to stutter out soething before Tyson came bounding through the door.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nStopping in the doorway he chuckled at the sight he saw. His muscular demolitions expert\u0026nbsp;\n\ncuddlimg amd consoling this rookie.\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson just chuckled as he looked at Kaizoe and called for a transport truck from base.\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Survival of the fitest","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/114740-survival-of-the-fittest-episode-2.json"}}