A Strangers Request: Prologue
#1 of Dump Days.
A tale of Allen, a former solder with a nervous system problem that makes him "Go" at uncontrolled times, and Zoroark, a Canine fur living in a Feral Ghetto where territory is marked more "Naturally"
If you don't like it, don't take it personally.
A tale by Sean Cushing
Prologue
Allen sat on with a laptop on his bed, sweating badly. He had just been turned down by yet another client for him to hire. How could they? The pay was beyond good. He sighed. The current pay was at twenty dollars an hour, and he couldn't stretch it too much more. He Submitted, and bumped up the last digit to a five. He then did a silent prayer, and updated the site. Maybe he'd get lucky. He rolled over, the crinkling of plastic making him sigh and moan before a fitful night of sleep.
Zoroark too was sweating badly, though for a different reason from Allen. Rent was due fast, and he couldn't pay it all from the crap job he had in Town. Worst of all was his location, a feral ghetto. Many of the furs there still used "Natural" forms of marking their property and territory. Zoroark was desperate, and when he saw the add pop up to the front, he almost cried out in joy. An ad read "Nurse Aid Required. Five hour days, six days a week. Must be able to assist a disabled fur. Email For more details." This was coupled with a simple Email address. Zoroark went to work fast.