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The dark road played out before them as the sky opened up with a thundering crash as Barbra white-knuckled the wheel. Beside her was her brother bleeding profusely from a neck wound as windshield wipers whipped violently at the rain soaked glass, barely making a dent needed for her to see. "Hold on Johnny," she whimpered flooring the pedal, though the car didn't seem to move any faster.

The sky lit up outside and the ominous funnel shape was in the distance as the storm raged on. Her brother was beginning to shake violently as she kept urging the car on, telling him to hang despite the fountains of blood oozing from the wound. The car swung around a corner and the headlights landed upon a pile of debris as high as a mountain. Among it was a sign: Welcome to WILLARD. Her brother had grown quiet as she turned to him.

"Johnny?" she said looking concerned.

His eyes opened up with frightening speed, one had turned milky blue and his mouth was covered in blood as he lunged at her. Barbra sat up about to scream when a hand muffled it and someone tried to calm her down. It was Judith and her jade green eyes were wide with fright.

"I think they have us surrounded," she said in forced whisper as Ben sat up with the gun ready.

The house was dead silent as the TV displayed an older Civil Defense insignia followed by a scrolling message to stay turned to local TV and radio stations for further bulletins. It was three minutes after ten o'clock and the next broadcast wouldn't be until close to midnight. Ben and everyone froze as the sound of footsteps on the veranda were punctuated by a thump on the glass.

"What's going on?" Helen said when a heavy crash outside interrupted them.

"Helen, get back here." Harry warned listening to the furniture outside being rearranged.

"Ben, they're everywhere man," Tommy said looking a fright himself, "Me and Judith were up in the spare bedroom. We heard a noise outside and we look out. There must be at least a hundred of them."

Ben sat up completely until he was out the chair and running for a window. Outside the porch was douse in yellow light from the older light bulb in the socket, but sure enough the bodies outside were crowding together as more and more seemed to be coming closer.

"There's more out back," Tommy warned as another thumping crash came from outside.

"I don't like this Tommy," Judith said pulling closer, her long dark hair now down around her shoulders.

Barbra noticed the girl was walking a bit funny, but she could only guess why. Ben jumped back from the window as pair of glassy eyes fumbled toward him menacingly as a loud growl was followed by the patting on the glass. The eyes were wild and feral, nothing like what he was used to seeing in person.

"They can't get through the glass right?" Judith said softly.

There was a crash from the kitchen and they rushed forward to see arms reaching through the boards. Growling bloodied faces peered at them violently through the slats, the arms desperately reaching forward.

"Son of a bitch!" Ben roared slapping the hands away with a frying pan.

The door knob began to move as they pressed forward, the grey wolf swatting the arms with great force. Tommy ducked around them to keep the door from opening when one reached in and pulled his shirt.

"BEN!" he shrieked as the others began pulling on him toward the slats.

The activity began to excite the faces which eerily drew into smiles and looks of frustration as they pulled the tiger against the door. Judith jumped in hacking at the arms with knife, though they didn't withdraw without a fight of their own.

"EASE UP! EASE UP!" Ben roared getting the gun around the corner as Barbra pulled Tomas from the door.

A deafening crack and splatter of brains one them dropped back to unblock the door. Harry raced in and grabbed his wife who began to fight him off as the onslaught continued in the kitchen. A quick swat and an arm went wild, the bone tearing through the flesh as it hung uselessly in the window frame. Shouldering the shotgun, Tommy grabbed a cast iron griddle and threw his body against the door, smashing the arms and breaking a few to the dismay of the things outside. The door began to open again this time opening enough for the other arms to begin pushing through when Tommy had enough.

"Fuck this," he said ushering everyone back and pumping the shotgun.

A deafening blast caught everyone off guard as the first one through the door went out on it's back, the other two stumbling over it as another heavy blast echoed off the landing behind them. The clack of the shotgun shells was enough to get everyone going again as another one rounded the corner, meeting it's end in splash of brains on the backyard. The first three were flopping like dead fish on the porch with holes the size of a softball in their chests and larger ones on their backs as they rolled off the porch and down the slope behind the house.

Tommy grabbed his Zippo and lit them up as they went, the three flopping around on fire as continued down the hill. Much to their surprise the others coming closer began to back away from their burning buddies. Everyone exchanged glances and hurried back inside, barricading the door hastily as they could. Tommy was already ahead of them, rushing to the front door where the knob was jiggling violently.

"TOMMY NO!" Ben shouted but it was too late.

The door flew open and Tommy was on his back as the thing stumbled inside onto the carpet. The stench of burning fur and flesh filled the air as the thing dove for Tommy, who used the shotgun to hold it off. Ben looked up and shot the next one coming in as Judith jumped in to pry the thing away from her lover. The half naked hyena man on the porch jumped back without a yelp of pain as the magnum thundered and blew out the back of it's shoulder blade onto the front yard. Another cannon-crack imploded it's ribs as he fumbled forward, it's milky blue eyes dead set with rage. One final shot sent the brain packing scattering it in red mist all over the hood of the truck. Judith pulled the thing away as it turned and went for her instead.

"NO!" Tommy roared smashing it's head with the butt of the gun.

"They're coming!" Ben shouted dragging the Hyena man off the porch.

"Light'em up!" Judith shouted tossing him the Zippo as the body caught a safe distance from the house.

Ben threw himself on the door and sank back to the floor, looking exasperated from the ordeal. Much to Tommy's estimate, the ones getting closer from the direction of town were getting thicker on the back lawn. Ones closer to the front of the house were still thin, but steadily getting closer together as they approached the house.

"I think they know we're here." he said softly.

"Civil Defense and Homeland Security are urging people tonight to remain in their homes until further notice," the exhausted anchor said shuffling papers, "at this time there is not set course of action as who or what we are dealing with tonight. Further bulletins, the situation in Pittsburgh tonight has escalated significantly, resulting in the loss of both civil and official lives. The death toll from the continuing civil unrest is unclear at this time, but officials have declared that it will be quelled by morning.

"Doctors at the CDC are baffled by the condition as reports continue to pour in via the wire services that many other states and cities are experiencing similar killings and unrest attributed by people who are 'understandably frightened'. Reports have come in that many local services including gas and power are being disrupted as citizens flee. Civil services have degraded to the point vigilantism is begun in lieu of the collapse of law enforcement in several cities. One such report came in this afternoon from rural Butler County, where groups of individuals have banded together to seek out and destroy the marauding killers.

Tommy shook his head looking out the window as the TV rattled on, realizing that the situation was becoming more and more dire. The fire had kept them away for a bit, leaving them lurking beyond the yellow glow of their comrades, but now they seemed a bit more fascinated with the glowing windows and the noise within. He glanced at Judith who looked frightened herself, though she seemed well aware that something was brewing in Tommy's head.

Ben hovered at a nearby window watching as the moon climbed higher as another cluster of shambling shapes emerged from the dark woods beyond the property line. He could still taste the blood from his lip unaware that Barbra had hurt him that bad during their escapade upstairs. The blonde looked hard the TV like something was brewing in her own mind, almost boring holes into the TV as the posse on the screen shot down several things on camera. They even lit one on fire to demonstrate how to defend yourself against them.

Ben slipped toward the kitchen and looked out the backdoor, there in the lawn was the still smoldering remains of the things they had killed. He put his hands in his pockets almost instinctively a bad habit he had when something brushed his finger. He could feel the round shape of the wedding band in his palm and an eerie feeling had overcome him. For a moment he could almost see her again his wife whom he kissed goodbye for the last time almost a month ago. Things were bad and they were going through a rough patch, now it seemed redundant to hold onto it like some talisman that would bring her back.

A nasty rumor had begun in school about him having an affair with one of his male students though he thought he knew who perpetrated the idea. He was the object of her affections, a cute blonde cat with blue eyes that would almost always show up in a mini skirt. She haunted his every thought, but when he refused her one day after class, things began to get strange. There were days he wondered if he should have accepted the girls invitation, the way she sat on the desk and revealed her bare nethers to him under her skirt. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, but now he was under investigation as well as the poor fellow whom is said to be his lover. Willis was his name, smart kid and had a bright future ahead of him until it got derailed in this madness.

His wife soon got wind of the investigation and things began to sour quickly, especially after it was discovered that Willis was a transvestite on who starred in his own videos on an underground porn site as Shirley Velour. She grew cold and distant, never before had he felt such rage especially now. It was terrible to think that people would look down on him now like he had broken the worlds trust. The final nail in the coffin was Shirley's last video in which the attractive young fox slit her throat on a live stream and successfully died before the ambulance could arrive, much to dismay of her followers.

Digital memorials were everywhere he looked and the news began showing the edited footage that made its way into the annals of the internet. Willis was now a meme somewhere in a sea of data, horded by pirates and bandits in the new Wild West with the death footage traded like gold. He even had the .GIF of the final moments emailed to him and even had death threats and his personal information leaked. In a lot of ways he was glad today happened, maybe there was still a chance to start over new and fresh should things get back to normal. His ears perked up to a noise behind him and he turned to see the cheetah girl standing behind him looking over his shoulder.

"Do you see anything?" she whispered.

"No," he said solemnly, "but there's more of them now."

"How can that be? I mean where are they coming from?"

"Town maybe," Ben said absently chewing on a pretzel rod from atop the fridge, "there is going to be a lot more before the night is out."

"Tommy says they are hunting them down. Maybe by morning everything will be back to normal."

Deep down Ben know that something was different, but he didn't dare break the girls optimism.

"Yeah, maybe it will."

Helen stepped out of the restroom in the tornado shelter and came around the corner to check on Cheryl. Harry was huddled over her protectively until he turned around to see her and for a moment, she thought she saw his hand slid out from under her dress.

"How is she?" she asked not letting him see that she knew something was up.

"She's still running a fever," he said flatly before turning back to her.

"Have they come back yet?"

"Who?"

"Tomas, Judith. Have they come back with any news?"

"Dammit Helen, I don't know. I've been right here watching our daughter."

More like feeling, she thought sourly as she brushed past him to feel the heat coming off her body. She had been alert and crying just a few hours earlier, now she was completely comatose on the cot. She was hotter than hell itself as the fever grew worse and the wound began to ooze through the bandages. The festering stench of decay became stronger when it did, forcing Helen to clean and rewrap the wound when she could. The raw parts had begun to turn gray and black, the rest beginning to blacken and stink of decay. Tomas was right that she had one hell of an infection and it was getting worse the more they stayed put.

"Where you going?" he growled suspiciously.

"To look out in the basement, there might be something to help." she said vehemently.

She wasn't a but a few feet from the door to the shelter when she heard him again.

"Stay where I can see you." he warned.

"I'm staying right here," she fired back and went about looking through the junk lying about.

When she was sure he wasn't looking she began digging through boxes and shelves. Just before the blow up with Ben she had overheard there was a car somewhere nearby and that it needed a key for the gas pump by the shed. She was bound and determined to find that key and get her daughter to safety. She had it all planned perfectly, they were take the truck when no one was looking and during the escape, Harry would have an 'accident' and fall on the way to the truck. If the others ever caught up to her, she would say 'there wasn't much she could do.' If it's true that those things had killed and eaten the lady upstairs, then it would stand to reason they would rid her of Harry. For the first time that evening, she smiled.

It was a long drive to Dr. Coleman's in Pittsburgh, another scheduled meeting for the family with the therapist. Harry was on pins and needles about the affair, often wondering what the good doc asked her while trying not to be obvious. She knew better, he was pressing her for information about what was going on and if she gabbed. They hadn't been there long when they found the office had mysteriously closed for the day and that it would be a bit before it reopened. The parking lot was empty, usually the Rolls-Royce was out front and the receptionist there stuffing her face with a jelly doughnut while flipping through a tabloid with celebrity slander in it. Maybe this week it was one of those papers with a bikini-clad page 5 girl and an over the top story about bat people living in a mine in South America.

But now it was just the empty dark glass and Harry swearing to the heavens as he strode back to the car. The drive home was more awkward than anything, another 3 hours of silence before sundown. The white mouse caught her reflection in the mirror of their slowly deteriorating Mercedes, barely aware that age was creeping in across the lovely mouse's face. She was still quite attractive if no one took a more intimate look. Harry was beginning to notice, often commenting about her breasts looking at the floor, though his balls were showing gravity's wrath as well. The gray rat was starting to thin out on top and beginnings of white fur showing up, though he paraded about like he was still a stud.

Life was good in the beginning, the world was in it's heyday and the money was rolling in. 2007, the year the world was paved with gold VISA's and credit was raining from the sky, only now were things looking incredibly grim. The stock firm where Harry worked was going bankrupt and the IRS was closing it's jaws around the firm as it crumbled. Harry was among the many sacrificial lambs as the epic Bail-Out fiasco unfolded and the firm closed it's doors for good, imploding like a dying star as it collapses into a blackhole. Now they were living in a hotel, the house was gone and much of everything they had was lost quickly as they downgraded to simpler life. Now he's a mail sorter at the post office, a 'step down' as he would say, from the luxury he knew so well. The promise of a new life was on the horizon before then, until the trouble began.

They were fighting constantly, nearly coming to fisticuffs on several occasions when Cheryl wasn't home. The idea of sex was abominable at best as she had no romantic drive left for him and his cruel ways, often forcing her to engage even if she was still as a dead body. The car was in disrepair and it was chugging along before a thundering bang alerted them to a situation. The A/C began blowing hot air and the power steering failed, making it seem like he was driving a boat. Once they were safely off the road it was apparent that Cheryl had worn out the battery on his phone and she had forgotten hers at home.

Now forced to walk, they wound up at the farmhouse where Harry spent almost an hour screaming at the door. Helen suggested that they try the back next, but that only furthered Harry into a furor. Thankfully, Cheryl spotted the couple coming up the road on foot and they took them in. Tomas was a quiet tiger and a something of a gentleman, something Harry could have learned, but quietly seemed aware that Harry wasn't all he seemed. She hoped in some way she had reached him about getting them to safety.

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Upstairs the situation was growing dire with each news broadcast declaring that things were seemingly under control, yet outside was an entirely different story. Judith was preparing the best she could in the spare bedroom making a box full of Molotov's in case they needed an escape or defending the house. Tomas had torn some bed spreads into strips to fill some of the small mason jars while he looked outside. The larger of the two groups began converging a few moments ago, leaving a huge mass moving in slowly from the north, leaving them in dire straits. Now there had to be close to three hundred moving in.

"That's good," he said stepping away from the window.

"You sure?" she said looking uncertain.

"Definitely, get them downstairs by the door," he said softly.

She simply nodded and said, "Do you think the folks are ok?"

"I think they'll be fine." he said softly to her, "they might be there in Willard."

A rescue center name had come up for the township of Willard, which wasn't too far off from where they were now. Tommy leaned down a kissed her, his hand slipping beneath her Lycra top to the exposed breast beneath. Judith cupped his hand and it was all it took before the tiger turned her around, bending her over the writing desk before slipping into her tailhole. She grabbed the desk as he worked her over in the heat of the moment cupping her well formed breasts once he came and showering her with tender kisses before the noise outside distracted them. Now Tommy was setting the box down after the brief interruption of their private moment.

He knew better than most how they were going to get to Willard, now was just finding the right moment to get out the door before things got really bad. Judith smiled at him from the living room and flashed a breast at him as if to say good luck. She quickly recovered when Ben and Barbra showed up with some boxes of supplies to help them on the way out. The basement door opened and Copeland stepped out looking a bit hammered from the beer in the fridge. Mrs. Copeland snuck out afterward and sought to question the action steps of their plan.

Before Ben could answer, Copeland showed up and started trouble again.

"Helen get to the cellar," he growled.

"Easy Copeland," Ben said firmly, "I was just talking to the lady."

"You and that tiger both," Copeland stepping up to Ben.

"I don't want to hurt you Copeland, I just want you out of the way."

"Not on my daughter's life!" he roared taking a swing at Ben.

Ben jumped back letting Harry stumble into the piano, but not before Harry grabbed the box of sewing needles and tossed them at Ben. He tried to swat the craft tin away, but caught some of the needles in his forearm. Harry dove and shoved him back, Helen jumping out of the way as the fight escalated into a full on brawl. Judith grabbed Tommy's arm and shook her head when a scream rang out. Helen shrieked as Harry wrestled the Colt Python from Ben's belt and both men fought for control of it.

"GIMME THAT GUN!" Copeland roared as they ran into the walls.

"NO!" Ben shouted shoving him back.

"Ben!" Barbra shouted trying to step in when the gun went off and struck the roof.

Tommy and Judith backed up into the vestibule as another stray shot whined past them in the ruckus.

"Gimme that fuckin' gun!" Harry roared slamming Ben into the wall, sending off another stray round forcing the others to fall back for shelter.

Ben let the gun go and gained the upper hand, pummeling Harry until he got the gun away from his hands clawing fruitlessly at it. Barbra looked up at him in horror when the sound of an engine caught their attention and bringing them around to a new situation. Tommy and Judith were gone!

TO be continued....