the empty city
this is my first story upload ever. I finally got sick and tired of just waiting for insparation to hit and just said, "ya know what. I'm just gonna sit down, type up something and put it up as I get it done." so this is that happening. please bear in mind that it is two in the morning and I am a little sleep deprived so this may suck ass.
anyway.........on with the show.........
waking up with a headache is rarely a good thing. waking up in unfamiliar surroundings is also rarely a good thing. waking up to both.........is murphy's law at work.
young Jake Tennor suffered from this very problem, coming to his senses with no idea where he was and with enough pain running through his skull to make a soldier double over in agony. but, the misfortune was only beginning.........
Jake sat up from where he lay on the floor in a large building lobby of some sort. after waiting for a few moments for his head to stop throbbing, he looked around and got a grip on his surroundings. what he saw was far from helpful. half of the signs and boards were in some bizaar language that looked like a cross between chinese and block letters. the ones that he could read weren't going to be useful. A "please recycle" banner wasn't going to tell him where the hell he was.
he rubbed his eyes for a second, hoping to high heaven that this was all just a bad dream, when he realized, 'why do my hands feel so wierd?'. holding them at arms length, he began examining his own hands like they were made out of pudding, slowly wondering if he had lost all of his sanity. his hands were, thankfully, still his.........just covered in fur. thick, black fur.
he slowly rolled his hands over so he could see his palms. they were spared all the fur and seemed to look just the same as he remebered them being, bald and complitly hair-free, human palms.
"whoa...this is just trippy." he said in a slight daze still a little light headed from the headache from a few moments ago. he went to move his leg to get up, until a sharp pain ran up his spine as he stepped on something long, hairy, and very much attached to him. moving his leg back to where it was before, he reached down between his legs and down to the floor, wrapping his hand around the object in question. pulling lightly so as to not cause any MORE pain, he lifted the object so he could see it. it was long and the end of it hung limply in his face, covered in the same color fur as his hands. he gave it a slight tug and discovered, much to his discomfort, it was attached to his rear-end right where it met his waist and lower back.........
he had a tail.
Jake quickly jumped to his feet, careful to avoid stepping on his newfound appendage. in a slight panic, he looked around desprately looking for a mirror or anything of that nature. of course he found nothing, but he did see a sign hanging on a door that looked like a bathroom sign.
"thank goodness." he sighed as he ran for the mens room, only to land on his ass when the door he tried to run through didn't move and he smacked into it head-long and at full force. he got up and tried to push the door open, as there were no handles, that must be how they opened. but still the door wouldn't budge. he backed up and looked around. seeing the ladies room right next to the mens room, he thought if it would be wise to run in there in such haste. then a part of him yelled, 'WHO CARES DIP-SHIT. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY.' listening to the angry voice, he darted into the bathroom.
after a quick check to make sure the stalls were all empty, he turned toward the nearest mirror and nearly passed out......
for staring back at him, wasn't the usual, pale-faced human he was used to seeing. staring back at him with a dumbfounded look, was a large black cat-man.
short, I know, but I need my sleep. please leave any comments or corrections below. yadda yadda yadda. you all know the drill.