Five Years Earlier

Isaac's POV

I quietly grabbed my backpack as I heard the bell rang, typical grade nine lessons, nothing really eventful. I exited, entering the hallway where students roam, from opening their lockers, chatting away with their friends, or the occasional getting scolded by the teachers. It was normal, as I walked out of school, entering the parking lot, I overheard something odd as I stopped for a moment, hiding behind a park sedan as I listened to the conversation between the School director and a...police officer?

"You need to suspend a few classes, there was an incident regarding...one of those, things, a teenager and a group of teens." The police officer's gruff voice says as the School director sighs. "Another hate crime? Eventually they'll be the ones committing hate crimes."

I knew what she meant, furries. Back when the Soviet Union fell, a virus leaked out at a Soviet research base, its original purpose was to, poison animals, so livestock that we ate would be tainted meat, causing the person who consumes it to be killed. However it got mixed with a separate project, rumors say it was a super soldier project the soviets made, or a meteor the soviets had, no one knew, all they knew was it caused a deadly chain reaction.

The virus spread across Europe, Asia, Africa, South America, eventually when it reached North America, the United States and Canada already created a vaccine, but the U.S. managed to deliver the vaccine to 80 percent of its population, the transfer of the vaccine to Canada arrived too late, only managing to vaccinate 50 percent of the populations.

The Virus, dubbed "Feral Contagion" caused painful, changes within people's body and skeletal structure, deforming people, then causing unusual growth, it could be scales, fur, it was random, then at the final stage, the person would be part human, part animal, and depending on the animal, gives them special abilities. However it was lethal to men, with a 50 percent chance of men being killed instantly when contracting the Feral Contagion.

Humanity was in threat of being endangered, there were still human refugees with the vaccine in other nations, but due to the dominant furry population, humans outside North America were treated as outsiders.

The U.N. Completely fell apart, being replaced by the Coalition of Animals, and the United Human Preservation Service. Both C.O.A. And U.H.P.S. assisted with both populations to adapt to the new life, that was until, furries within the United States and Canada were treated with racism, while there were different reasons why, the main reason, was fear. This caused a social divide within both humans and furries. The C.O.A. And U.H.P.S. Battled this, trying to show cooperation and unity.

That was until the C.O.A. did the same to humans outside North America. Of course some C.O.A. and U.H.P.S. Was still trying to fight for peace, but it was becoming a dream instead of a possible outcome.

As I walked away from my eavesdropping, I heard a scream, as I quickly rushed over to the playground for the younger grade, as I saw one of these furries, it was a bat one, and she was surrounded by a bunch of people, being beaten on the ground, their assailants, was human.

"Hey!" I shouted out, approaching them, they were senior High, that I could tell as they turned to me.

"Fuck's your problem?" One of them asks, a tall, buff, blonde guy as another, a woman with brunette hair spoke up. "Yeah, fucker's a fur, bet they fuck their pet dogs!" She exclaimed, as they laughed, I could see the pain in her eyes, the anger, humiliation, and fear.

I quickly punched the guy directly at the throat, causing him to gag, backing up as I quickly grabbed the fur and ran with her, being followed by the guy's posse.

"Come on, stay with me!" I yell at the fur, as I quickly jump onto a parked truck, then to the nearby roof of a shed, I loved parkour, did it with my mom when she was free, proved to be a good tool to escape as she flew with her busted up wings, landing next to me.

As the group passed by, looking, I glanced at the fur, she was staring at me, fear, confusion, and shock. She had bright yellow eyes, black and brownish fur, she wore a black hoodie and simple jeans, and no shoes, it was normal for furs as she stared at me. "T-Thank you." She says, scared and afraid as I helped her up. "Come on, let's take you home."

Present Day

I rushed through the forest, I could see the outline of a parachute dangling on a tree.

'Finally, Someone else.' I thought to myself as I reached the opening, only to freeze and stop from the gruesome sight. His legs were torn apart, bullet holes covering the woodland camouflage he wore, now stained red. I cursed under my breath, approaching him.

"Poor bastard..." I muttered to myself as I cut him down, his body hitting the ground with a audible splash and thud, as I grab his dog tags.

"James T. Michaels...shit...Sorry Mikey." I mutter softly, closing his eyes, Mikey was a fuck up in our unit, but nonetheless he was still a brother. As I pocket the dog tags, I noticed glowing animal eyes in the nearby bushes from the corner of my eye as I froze.

'...please be a normal animal...' I thought to myself as I pretend I didn't see the eyes, while my hand slowly moved towards the grip of my M4.

Then, when I saw it blinked, I gripped my M4 tightly, quickly shouldering it and firing at the eyes, 5.56mm rounds flying as I fired six rounds at the eyes, as I heard a howl of pain.

I quickly rushed over to a nearby tree, taking cover behind it, as I waited for any returning fire or sounds. It was quiet, deadly quiet. I carefully walk, not entering into the opening again, instead moving through the woods, slowly, as I felt my boots slowly hit the wet ground, with each step, as I see blood covering a bush. As I moved to the side, I was met with the body of a fur, a wolf, the multicam covering the fur stained with blood.

I fired two rounds into its back, before firing a single round into its head. Fur's were tough, they could see in the dark, their faster, stronger, taller, better than humans. As I push the fur over, checking out her kit, her plate carrier had a patch as I sigh in annoyance.

"S.A.S." I mutter, seeing the S.A.S. Logo and the British flag, as I checked out her rifle, HK416. As I held it in my gloved hand, I had to admit, they had good taste in weapons, then again S.A.S. are one of the best in the world.

As I pondered how I managed to get a drop on her with that ease, it felt odd, like it was a trap, if she really was S.A.S. There would have been a fight.

Then I glanced up, seeing the full moon, part wolf, must've been distracted by the moon, that was my conclusion.

I start to make my way to the rendezvous point, leaving the HK416, I need to be quick.

Then I heard the distant silenced gunshot, followed by a round hitting my shoulder. I should've known, she wasn't alone.

I quickly take cover behind a boulder, rounds bouncing off as I look at my left shoulder, blood staining my MARPAT woodland, adrenaline pumping through my veins, dulling the pain, as I quickly grabbed the M18 Smoke grenade from my belt, as I pulled the pin and tossed it. As I waited for a few moments, waiting for the smoke to disperse as I glanced at the direction where the smoke was blowing, as I saw it blowing right, I quickly ran that way, trying to get as much cover as I can.

I knew fighting the S.A.S. Alone was a death wish, I needed to find my teammates. As I ran through the woods, adrenaline made me go faster as I ran as fast as I could. I was being hunted, I know it won't be long until they find me, they're faster, and they can pick up my scent.

I quickly tripped, falling into some mud, as I cursed under my breath until I had an idea.

I began to roll around the mud, tossing my M4 in the mud and covering it as much as I could, covering myself with mud from head to toe, as I laid on the mud, trying to dig myself into the mud as deep as I could before I stopped moving, slowing my breathing as I heard footsteps approaching. My visor of the M40 gas mask I wore was semi covered in mud.

I then see a group of similarly dressed furs appear in my vision, walking past me, weapons shouldered. I heard them sniffing, I knew the mud wasn't very effective, but it could still provide some help.

I then felt one of them crouch, directly, beside my head, as I froze.

"Scent ends here..." I heard one of the female voices say in a British accent, followed by a female voice with a thick Russian accent. "Where did the fucker went..."

I held my breath, as they looked around, from what I could see there were six of them, but there could have been more.

Suddenly, I heard a twig, diverting their attention as I heard bullets whizzing past, I could only assume the gunfire coming from my surviving teammates.

I quickly opened fire, shouldering my rifle as fast as I could, managing to put two rounds into one, and three rounds into as I quickly flipped over to the one next to me, tackling her into the mud as I saw one get hit by one of the whizzing bullets from the corner of my eye.

I quickly pinned her against the floor, as I stared back at the bat fur, determination in her yellow eyes as she stabbed me with a knife in her hand straight into my thigh. I yelled in pain, as I quickly hit her face with my head, headbutting her face with my helmet.

I quickly tried to reach for my M45A1 pistol in my holster but she pushes me back, as she flips us over, with her now on top, as she chokes me, I struggle to breath, as I see the handle of the knife stuck in my thigh, I quickly grabbed it, pulling it out of my thigh, pain filling my senses as I shoved the Knife into her arm.

As I hear her yelp in pain, I quickly kick her in the stomach, as I unholster my M45A1, I turned around as fast as I could, seeing one of her mates stabbing a Marine, which I assumed was the one who saved my life in the throat, I fired five rounds into the Furs back, the .45 ACP Hitting the Lion fur's back as he falls dead.

As I turn back to the one behind me, I get tackled by her, the grip on my pistol tightening as I slammed the grip of the M45A1 into her head, beating her head with it as she punched me. Each strike hitting me, taking breath out of my lungs as I tried to fire it on her head, but I felt her arms wrapped around my hand, slamming it into the ground as my pistol flew aside, watching it slam fire.

I kicked her in the crotch, as she audibly yelled in pain, as I grabbed the pistol, firing a round at her leg.

As she yelled in pain, I squeezed the trigger again, only to realize it was empty.

As she rushed towards me, I threw the pistol at her head, it did nothing, as she pushed me to the ground, my head slamming onto the ground violently as my vision turned black.