"And to you too, Mr. President," you spoke to no one. That broadcast was two months ago, but you recorded it on your phone so can listen to the last words spoken by the former leader. (A/N- Before this story gets to far into this is you. You are 18 years old, stand at 6'1'', and live alone. The picture below is you.

Now that that's settled, back to the story.)

The new leader of the country, a lion furry, ordered that all humans to come out and surrender. Of course, you did not because of the rebellious nature within you. Fortunately, there was almost no one in the area you lived in.

Unfortunately, there was a group of furries called 'Human Hunters' or 'H.H.' for short, that roamed the country, searching for any human that's still hiding. And if anyone was caught, something bad would happen. Actually, that was what you said to yourself. You actually didn't know what happened to captured humans. But either way, you weren't going to surrender to a furry. You were going to live a quiet life. Alone. Without anyone.

"BAH! Who needs people or furries? Not me," you said, rising from a not-that-dusty couch in a dusty room.

It wasn't a nice home, but it was your home. Well, it technically wasn't, but when you live in the Northwestern part of Indiana, near Chicago, you're not going to find much of a building that's still standing.

Yet, you found this one apartment that stands, and called it home. After getting off your ass, you walk over to the fridge and open it. Water, milk, beans, steak that you were planning to cook, carrots, corn, etc. You grabbed a water bottle and walked over to one of the windows.

You could just make out some figures rebuilding an apartment complex. Furries. If only there was no war, then this wouldn't have happened. While staring out the window, you hear a siren of a police car going off. But that wasn't a police car. That's the Human Hunter van that knows your here, but can't find you. You duck down and wait for the sirens to die down. While waiting, you recall your first encounter with a group of Human Hunters.

Flashback...

You were in an abandoned convenient store taking some water bottles and stuffing them in your backpack. That's when you heard police sirens. Peeking out from behind the checkout counter, there were two furries outside an armored van of sorts.

(A/N- Deal with the picture I chose.) One of the furries was in full swat gear, holding a tactical shotgun. They had the build of a male.

From what you could tell, the furry probably was a canine, or a feline. They were at least 5'11''. The other furry, however, was definitely a dog. They were holding what looked like an M4 rifle. The gender was definitely female. They stood around 5'9''. But the face of the furry looked like it was burnt off. There was only a skull for the face.

"Must be a mask," you spoke quietly, to where only you could hear what you said. Suddenly, one of the female furry's ears moved towards your direction.

"I think I heard someone over there," she stated. Her voice sounded like a 18 year old girl's voice, but it sounded a little dry.
The male furry looked at her, eyes filled with worry.
"Malo, your voice is getting a little hoarse. Have you been drinking any fluids?"
The male's voice sounded like a 18 year old boy's voice. It wasn't a harsh voice, but it was definitely a serious one.
The female furry, named Malo, turned back to your direction and spoke.
"Listen, Sparx, I have been drinking plenty of water, but this dry throat won't go any. Anyways, I heard a voice coming from the convenient store. I say we check it out," Malo announced, determined to find out what was in the store.

This made you want to leave, but you stayed. You wanted to hear Sparx's response.

"Alright, but remember, proceed with caution."
The furries started to move slowly towards the convenient store. This was it, you were screwed.

(A/N- * * means thoughts/thinking)
*No! I'm not going down without a fight. Or, at least, I'm not going to die today. But right now, I need a plan. Think brain, THINK!*

The two furries were at the store's doors. Malo got out a flashlight and shined it around. Sparx was the first to speak.

"Is anyone here? Come out with your hands up!"
You knew that time was limited, so you looked around and found a fire axe.
*Perfect. Now I can take out these fucking furries.*
You grabbed the axe, and held it close. Heavy footsteps were coming from the other side of the counter. Hopefully, it will be the male furry and not the female. It be a shame to break their skull.

"It's all clear over here. Found anyone, Sparx?"
Malo was on the other side the counter.
*God dammit. Alright, change of plans,* you mentally spoke. Right as Sparx was giving his reply, you stood up, and used the length of the axe to choke Malo, but to where she was still able to breathe.

She made a high pitched yelp, which got Sparx's attention. He pointed his gun at you and Malo.
"Whoa, there. I wouldn't do that if I were you. I don't think killing your friend is worth killing me," you stated.
"Well well well. A human. We don't kill your kind. We capture them. Now, come with us willingly and-." Sparx was interrupted by you having a coughing fit and, out of politeness, were coughing into your elbow. After you were good, Sparx continued.
"If you come with us willingly, we can assure you a decent life. No more living in the shadows."

You chuckled at what he said. Keeping Malo in a choke hold, you walked up to Sparx, stared straight into his eyes, and said, without any emotion, "Well, I like my life as a shadow."

After you said that, you shoved Malo into Sparx, causing them to fall over. This was all you needed to make a run for it. And run you did. You made a mad dash for the woods. From there, you would be able to make it home safely. You grabbed the fire axe and executed your plan without any other problem.

End of Flashback...

You snap back into reality after a while and decided to check the TV to see what the news had to offer. Since you were near Chicago, you got Chicago news. You walk over to your spot on the couch and plopped down. Reaching for the remote on the coffee table, you grabbed it, and turned on the TV. Of course, the furry news was on. It was hosted by a male black bear and a female artic wolf.

Nothing interesting was heard, until the wolf said something about a human.
"Now some interesting developments, a human that was spotted over a month ago in Northwestern Indiana has continued to evade our forces' eyes. This picture...

...was taken by the H.H. van at a convenience store before the human dissapeared. He is said to stand 6'1''. If you have seen, or have any information about this teen, please contact your local police department right away." After the wolf finished talking, the bear began to talk about about said human.

"I know that a month isn't a long time, but to escape from one of the best squads is pretty impressive for a human. Up next, a furry-."
You turned off the TV to try and comprehend what you just heard. You escaped, and have evaded the sights of one of the best squads of Human Hunters. But now, you were wanted.
"Fuck me."