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It's been days since I've heard of the infection that spread throughout the city. I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw the news reports of people...changing. It felt like a dream. Something like that just couldn't be possible. One of the last news reports from the local channels showed just how bad things were getting. The reporter, "Victoria from News 9 Now", described the scene on the outskirts of the city. There were cops and military personnel setting up barricades and fences. The camera-man focused on the city, showing that the streets were mayhem and panic was everywhere. Just when I started to hold out hope that this would be contained, even the reporter fell victim to the virus only minutes into the broadcast. A fox, seemingly made of rubber yet somehow moving, leapt out of nowhere, past the guarding soldiers' defenses, and landed on the reporter, right in front of the camera. There was just a quick blur before the transmission cut out after that.

That was the last broadcast and what scared me the most. It was only the first day of the infection then. After seeing that these creatures were able to reach even a heavily secured outpost, I knew that I would have to be extremely lucky to receive help so deep in the city. I quickly ran down to the corner shop just next door to my place and was surprised to find it unlocked. I guess the owner ran, not bothering to lock up and stop looters. I gathered as much food and water as I could carry. I knew I wouldn't make it out of the city. Hell, I was lucky I had made it next door and back without any surprises. On my way back, I noticed a wolf running down the street, too distracted to notice me. I thought it was weird at first; what would a wolf be doing in the middle of the city like this? Then my mind flashed back to one of the reports I had read online about the infection. Sloppily conducted reports and rushed articles spread across the web pretty quickly after the outbreak and detailed the effects of the virus. It apparently caused the victim to mutate, affecting their physical appearance and even usually their mental state. Eventually, their muted form would fall on animalistic, but the unstable 'nanites' could reside in anything or anyone, changing the victim to a similar form. Once they infected you, there was no going back.

That was all before the city's power went out, however. On day 2 of the infection, it must have spread to a catastrophic state. The occasional explosion or gunshot could be heard and, late that night, the power cut out completely. I had already been paranoid and blocked myself in the apartment with anything I could find, hoping help would come soon. Most of my furniture was piled in front of the entrance. It was probably in vain, but it made me feel better, more secure. It helped me sleep at night, if only just barely. Once the lights went out, however, I couldn't stop panicking. On day 5, I ran out of water and was desperately low on food. With no sign of help on the way, I didn't know what to do. I could still hear commotion on the streets below my window. There was always someone screaming trying to get away from whatever was pursuing them. Eventually, those screams turned from shrieks of terror to ones of pleasure. Glancing at the street scenes was how I learned how the infection spread. Primarily at least.

Cautiously and as soundlessly as possible, I started removing the furniture barricading the door. I was out of all supplies and only 6 days into the epidemic. With no sign of help arriving, I really had no choice but to brave the city and scavenge what I could. Luckily, I'm relatively small, so I hoped I could stay out of sight long enough and make it back with some water or food.

I made my way along the street and stuck to the alleys as much as I could. There was a supermarket a couple blocks down the street, but zig-zagging through the alleys would slow me down considerably. Along the way, I had one too many close encounters. Down one of the streets, I watched as three strange creatures wrestled with a net. Something was clearly caught inside, but I couldn't take my eyes off the creatures themselves. They looked almost exactly like a panther...from the waist down. The upper half was some strange twist between a human and panther. Between them, their fur ranged from deep purple to black, with similar spots. The other noticeable aspect was their larger-than-should-be package hanging at the ready between their legs. Only then did I notice that they were not only a cross between a human and panther, but a cross between male and female as well, as they had a very panther-like vagina, wet and also at the ready.

A loud squawk from the net drew my attention back to their captive. It wasn't human, as I had originally expected, but was some kind of bird. At first, I thought the panther-taurs had set the bird on fire, as there were long and bright flames enveloping the poor creature. After watching it for a moment, I noticed that the flames were coming from the bird itself! It was a phoenix! I couldn't help but marvel at the sight and a large part of me wanted nothing more than to jump in and help it escape. Only my fear kept me rooted in place in that dark alley, able to do nothing but watch the phoenix get dragged away by the panther-taur group. They were gone for several minutes before my brain kicked back into action and I remembered what I was here for.

I sprinted along, twisting through the alleys and keeping out of sight. There was danger all around, even from the sky. There were birds flying all over, high above the city. They were too big to be birds though. I didn't want to know what they were, really.

Unluckily for me, I found out the hard way. Just as I came out of the alley and thought the coast was clear, a massive figure dropped from the sky and dropped right in front of me. It stood there... no.... floated there, flapping its massive wings. I've read enough books to know that this was a wyvern; A sort of snake-like dragon with no talons or claws, but no less dangerous. Without warning, it opened its mouth, and I thought I was about to be fried for sure. What came out, though, was not fire. In a flash, a white substance splattered across my legs. It was thick and rather disgusting.... and it was also quickly solidifying. I tried moving my legs and barely wrestled one of my feet free and turned around, jerking my other leg. I desperately tried to free myself before I was hit with another blast of... whatever it was... right in the back and shoulders. I scraped as much off as I could before it started drying and jerked my other leg free. With a desperate glance back, I could see that the damned wyvern was getting ready for another shot. I dropped to the ground just in time to avoid it and got up instantly, sprinting back to the alleys as the rest of the goo solidified my right arm to my side. After it dried completely, I was able to break it off, like some kind of mold.

That was just too close for me. I wanted to just find my way back to my apartment and never come out, never come back to this hell on the streets. But I made it that far, I might as well cross the remaining distance and get what I came for.

It wasn't long, but thankfully uneventful, before the supermarket came into sight. Surprisingly, I couldn't see anyone - or anything - in sight. Not even in the vast parking lot in front of the building! It was the first glimmer of hope I had in a while and I made a mad dash towards the entrance and through the door. The place was a wreck, but there was still plenty of usable materials. I picked up a hunting knife, several bottles of water, a sleeping roll, some food, and other small provisions. I also managed to grab a backpack large enough to hold it all. This was great!

All of my scavenging and poking around, however, must have alerted a pack of canines near the back of the store. I heard claws on the tile floor behind me as I started to leave. I stopped in my tracks as the sound drew closer. Frozen with fear, I managed to turn around slowly and my eyes went wide at the sight. Farther down one of the aisles a large canine, German shepherd it looked like, paced towards me on two feet, or rather paws. The canine looked vaguely human, probably another victim of the infection. His fur was a light brown with wide black spots, all covering his entire body. His feet - or paws - or whatever - looked like the hind legs of a dog, except with much larger proportions, apparently allowing him to still walk on two legs. Even his face was drawn out to a mostly canine muzzle, but the look in his eyes was sharply human. I could feel his gaze analyzing me.

"Are you going to be a good bitch, or do I have to teach you a lesson in submission?" He asked, as he walked closer. I felt like I jumped out of my shoes when he spoke. He must have realized it too, because a smile spread across his muzzle as he glared at me. Between his legs rested a pair of hefty balls, covered in a coating of fur. His penis slowly made its way out of his sheath, growing bigger while a knot slowly inflated at the base. I couldn't help but stare at the sight of the massive red prick. It was up to the canine's chest before it finally stopped extending. I gulped and we both stood there for a few breaths, each waiting to see what the other would do.

I ran. I turned as fast as I could and darted across the store and ran faster than I thought was possible. My adrenaline pumping so hard, I could barely hear his cry of outrage as he gave chase.

"You will join my pack like the bitch you are!" He called after me as he gave chase. My mind was only focused on running. I don't know how, but I managed to lose him after a couple blocks. Maybe he got tired, or fell, or maybe he found an easier victim. Whatever the reason, I was glad.

I didn't even know where I was after that. After the blur of running, I must have made my way to the city library somehow. It was an impressive building and has been around for decades. The thick oaken doors were wide open, but no one was in sight. This was my lucky break. I went inside and shut the heavy doors and sealed the large handles with some piping debris I found nearby. It's a nice place to hole up for the night, so I started checking the place out. Eventually, I came across this journal in a rather messy back room that must have been installed as a bomb shelter at one point in time. The room, however, now reeked of musk and was a complete mess. All manner of fluids were strewn about the room, solidifying to the walls and sticking to the floor. I poked around a bit for supplies, careful not to touch any of the puddles left behind by the previous tenant. This journal was lying on a futon in there with a few quick entries.

Day 1

The outbreak started, just as he said it would. This city is a mess. I'm starting this journal in case....something happens to me. Maybe getting my thoughts down will ease some of the guilt I carry with me now. Maybe some good will come of this. Or maybe I'm just losing my mind... Regardless, I'm making my way to Trevor Labs today.

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Day 2

Halfway there, and I get ambushed by one of those gryphons. I was not expecting the nanites to work this quickly. The damned beast got the drop on me and pinned me down. My ass is reeling after that encounter. It, of course, decided to have a bit of fun with me and now my feet are still changing, quickly becoming some kind of paws. I can barely walk.

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Day 3

So close yet again. The fucking building was in sight and I let my guard down. Something hit me from behind, and I stumbled over on these clumsy new paws. Turned out to be a large wolf. I barely had time to get on my feet before I was hit again, hard. The damned beast had its way with me, shoving his knotted prick down my throat and forcing me to swallow it all. My body is still changing and, it appears, so is my sex. I can't stop touching myself. A new cleft seems to have formed as well, adding so much... I can't...

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Day 4

The infection hit me pretty hard. I can barely move my hand enough to write now and this insatiable heat... It's getting to be too much. I have to make it to Trevor Labs today and get Dr. Matt to help. Maybe he can reverse some of this shit. For now though... I suppose it won't hurt.... to give in a little.

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Day 5

Was tackled rigt after leving. Feral wolf this time. I thnk this migt be the end for me. God it fels so good thoug. Cant mov my hands enogh to write anym

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The journal cut off there, and the pages were a little messy. I removed those with a pair of gloves and as much distance as I could. Whoever it was must have been lost to the infection, and quite recently too. Judging by the days, it seems like he was finished just yesterday.

That entry was what convinced me to start recording my thoughts. Maybe if I can write down the events, I can keep my thoughts in order. I'm afraid that if I don't, I might start losing my mind. It's not like there's anyone else out here to talk to. For now, though, I'm going to end my entry here and get some rest. I'm going to try to keep my thoughts in order at every chance I can. If something happens to me... it might be the only thing left.

I think I will head towards Trevor Labs tomorrow morning.