Alleys in Ambrose, England. Year 2124 Month August

A small black fox anthro sat in the rain, naked, whimpering. He didn't know why he was here. All he knew was that he had woken up, then they had threw them out. The Others... With their bald skin and flat teeth. He remembered being lifted out of a box, frowned at, then thrown out of the window.

Suddenly, he heard a sound from around the corner. The fox peered cautiously out of the dark alley. A tall man towered over him.

"Hello, need a home?" He asked. The small black fox nodded, just as he had seen the Others do. "My name's Gilmore. I'll take care of you." He lifted the fox anthro and took him to his place.

Billy's birthday party in Ambrose, England. Year 2149 Month March

The cake had exploded, all part of Horace's plan. The guests walked into the house, laughing at the birthday prank that had occurred in the yard. The humans had taken off their jackets covered in frosting while the furries had a hard time getting it out of their fur. Horace walked in the hallway, all clean, when a little human boy ran up to him. Horace was a 25-year old silver wolf who was currently dressed in a light blue dress shirt and brown trousers.

"Thank you Uncle Horace!" Little Billy said.

"Yeah. It was really nice of you." Horace's human friend walked up to him.

"No problem Dave. It was actually quite simple." The wolf grinned, showing his canines and sticking his tongue out. He licked the boy, his form of kissing. Billy giggled and got back to the ground. He ran away to meet with his friends.

"So, are you still going to marry Lisa?" Dave asked referring to Horace's girlfriend.

"Yeah, as soon as the Church allows us to." The wolf grabbed a beer from the nearby cooler. "It's ridiculous they won't allow us to. You humans made us, just with extra parts. I mean we're practically human. Just... without being human." He popped open the beer and started to drink it.

Dave sat next to Horace at the table. "Yeah, it makes one question humanity."

"What do you think of the Anti-furry group? What do they call themselves now? The Baltimore group?" Horace asked.

"I wouldn't worry about it. It's just a failing political group. It'll be gone by next year." Dave said. "Besides, we still have life to worry about." The two of them laughed. They had been friends for about a couple decades since Horace was birthed from his parents under the careful supervision of the humans. He was the third generation of the furry species. Bunches of animals had had their DNA collected, then mixed with human DNA in facilities. The first generation had their DNA modified so they could produce offspring safely. Instead of the constant worry of crossbreeding and the possibility of lion-wolves invading, the child would be one species of one of its parents. A 50% chance of being a lion or a wolf in such a relationship for example.

After the birth problem was resolved, their bodies were investigated further by the humans. They discovered it worked awfully similar to a human's body with only the extra animal parts being the difference. Even the herbivore animal mixtures produced omnivore furries. Otherwise, they were basically human.

Horace's and Lisa's apartment. Year 2149 Month March

Horace walked into his apartment. He and his girlfriend had been living in it together for the last couple years. He shouted out, "Honey, I'm home!"

"In here sweetie!" A female lynx shouted from the kitchen. The apartment had one of everything: one bedroom, one bathroom, one kitchen, one dining room, and a small room with a futon and telly that served as their living room.

Lisa walked to the front door, greeting the wolf with open arms. "How are you doing hon? I've made chicken wings. Your favorite!" She said in a sing-song voice.

"Thanks Lis." He kissed her forehead and ruffled her ears.

"How's Billy doing?" Lisa asked as she served herself.

"Ah, he's doing good. Did you see the article in The Telegraph?" Horace asked.

"Yeah. It's hard to imagine that Baltimore is running for Prime Minister." Lisa wondered as she picked apart her chicken.

"Let's hope they don't win." Horace sipped his coffee.

Fragment from The Telegram on Election Day: The Baltimore group has won surprisingly. With a landslide of more than 5 million votes, the political group takes its place as the leader of Britain. It is led by Robert Gilmore who has offered no comment on his victory. Now we move on to the people's reactions...

Horace and Lisa's apartment Year 2149 Month April

"Look at this feces!" Lisa exclaimed reading The Telegraph. Horace looked over her shoulder and frowned as well.

"Furries are just animals?" The wolf fretted. "That's not even clever. I tell you their propaganda is getting worse." He reached into the fridge for some milk.

"Although it is true in some respect..." The lynx looked thoughtful.

"Don't listen to them. You're as human as they are. Especially a lot more nicer." Horace grabbed Lisa's shoulder, offering consolation.

"All right then sweetie." Lisa grabbed Horace's hand and took a deep breath. Perhaps this was as far as the Baltimore group were willing to go.

Horace's boss's office. Year 2149 Month June

"What do you mean I'm getting fired? I'm one of your best workers." Horace slammed his hands on the desk. The woman sitting at it seemed unmoved at this act.

"I'm sorry Horace. Well, not really. If what Gilmore says is true, you furries will shed hair everywhere which I can not afford." The boss stood up. "Good day. Your last paycheck will come in the mail." She left without a word.

Horace was furious, but inside he was heartbroken. He had nowhere to go. The wolf put his head on the desk, then he began to sniffle. He stopped. Horace told himself now was not the time to cry. He could do so when he got home. The silver wolf stood up, adjusted his tie, and managed to walk to his car with dignity.

Horace and Lisa's apartment. Year 2149 Month June

Lisa was crying when he got home. He asked what was wrong and the lynx showed her the pamphlet. His eyes grew wide open when he read the first paragraph. "In order for society to maintain its careful order, we request that all furries move themselves to the selected building in their city. Afterwards, they will be moved to a concentration camp until the perfect utopia for everyone is established." After reading these sentences, Horace ran to the phone in a panic.

He called up his human friend. "Dave, you gotta help me! They're gonna take me and Lisa away!" He shouted.

"I can't be friends with you anymore you nasty bugger!" Dave yelled back and hanged up. The wolf tried Dave again once, twice, then three times. Finally, he gave up.

"I'm so sorry Lisa." He wrapped his arms around his girlfriend.

"Why is this happening so fast?" She cried.

"It's because they're not going against their own species." Horace answered. The silver wolf glanced around the apartment, now noticing the small things that made it special. The fridge was crowded with pictures of them and friends. Several souvenirs from trips littered a shelf. The left stove burner didn't work. There was an awkward spring in the mattress which poked the back of Horace every night. God, he'd miss that poke.

"We gotta get ready. Otherwise they'll come and take us by force." Horace said. The lynx nodded sullen.

~3 Days Later~

Horace and Lisa boarded the bus that would take them away from their house. They were given badges to pin on their clothes to identify they were furries.

"Why would they give this to us?" Horace asked. "Our fur gives us away."

"Well, it's because they wanna make sure nobody escapes." A slurred voice came from the seat behind them. The couple turned around to observe a white dingo wearing a brown jacket.

"Name's Adric. They just don't want furries wandering off." He rubbed his forehead. "God, this hangover is killing me." Horace and Lisa decided to ignore him and turned forward again. The plains on the land passed by the window silently.

Baltimore Ghetto. Year 2149 Month June ~5 hours later~

"All right now, get out of there, you animals." One of the human guards commanded as they reached a series of buildings. They were made out of concrete with substandard wooden roofs. A large barbed wire fence circled the lot save for a gate. This iron gate towered over Horace and Lisa as they entered with their suitcases. They were directed to another line where their living arrangements were given. They were due to go to house P33.

Inside was crowded with several other furries. There were small beds with little sheets and pillows against the walls. There were small spaces in between each bed; the overall number being thirteen in all. There was a chair and a table next to each one. Two furries were assigned to each bed, and, luckily, Horace and Lisa were to share the same one. They set their suitcases on the bed and looked around.

Furries everywhere were unpacking, talking about how the conditions were better than they thought. Suddenly, there was a big commotion outside.

"I tell you the Alliance is coming! So you better give me a good spot 'til then!" A familiar white dingo was dragged inside the house by a human. "I'm giving you a warning! You better surrender until they come tomorrow!" Adric yelled as the guard threw him onto a nearby bed. He walked off without a word.

The white dingo spotted Horace. "I remember you! Don't you worry sonny! The Alliance will be getting here soon!" The wolf decided to ignore him and began to unpack.

Another human came up to the doorway again. Only this time, he had the suit of a general. "I want all animals to get ready for their check now. Males, go to the left wing, females the right." Then he left, leaving behind two armed guards to look over the process. The furries had no chance but to go.

Horace gave his girlfriend one last hug as he turned to the left. He was led into the hospital wing, then into another room with a door. There, he was told to undress and enter the second room. He obliged, feeling the cold stares of the guns on his neck. After he became naked, they pushed him into the second room. There was a scientist in the other room. She didn't seem bothered by the nakedness of her guest.

"Hello there." She greeted emotionless. "You will sit down. I'll be running a series of tests on you to find out how you choose to exist. If you try to escape, there are armed guns outside the door. They are ordered to let only me out. If you try to attack me, I have a fully-loaded gun on my person. So I suggest you do what I say for maximum comfortness." All this she said blandly.

Horace whimpered, but he was pressed to obey. First, the woman measured several areas of his body, even where the sun didn't shine. Next, Horace was told to eat several foods and to tell what they tasted like. After the reflex tests, bodily examinations, and the mental test, Horace was free to go. The wolf got his clothes from one of the guards outside who sneered at him. Afterwards, Horace ran to a private place to get dressed.

Back at the house where he now lived in, Horace found his girlfriend weeping on their bed.

"What's wrong honey?" He asked trying to look through her tears at her eyes. The lynx put her head against Horace's shoulders, still weeping.

"W- when I came in, they knocked me out immediately." She began to gasp. "When I woke up on a bed, they told they had made it so I wouldn't have children! They put something in me!"

Horace had been attempting to hold back his tears, but now they all began to flow out. The firing, the eviction, the propaganda and now this! He wouldn't have children. Why he'd rather just die now than keep on living this forsaken life!

"Hey, hey." Adric attempted to comfort him. By now, he was more sober. "Everything will turn out alright. The Alliance will come and help us and perhaps they'll do something for youse friend."

At this, Horace became furious. Didn't this dingo understand what was happening? He took Lisa's head off his shoulder and rested it on the bed, still whimpering. Then he turned around drew himself to his fullest height, matching the height of Adric.

"Don't you understand?! No one's coming for us! This Alliance thing is just a figment of your imagination! Welcome to reality! We're all gonna die here!" Horace ranted at Adric who took it calmly. Perhaps too calmly.

"They're not gonna kill us. They just gave us good living space. Does it look like they want to kill us? At least they're trying to get rid of us humanely." The white dingo replied back. "Besides, the Alliance is coming tomorrow. I just got their message."

Before Horace could smack Adric into a pulp, a guard came up to the door. "You will walk out of here in a single line and will remain quiet. I will lead you to the cafeteria for your meal." He ordered. The furries had no choice but to obey and they all walked out of their house, holding their tails as if they would suddenly run off.

The cafeteria was bigger than Horace thought it would be. It was oriented in the middle of the camp and it towered over the rest of the houses. The outside of it was painted white, but the inside of it was a depressing grey. Around the floor were picnic benches, and on each picnic bench was a woven basket full of fruit, cheese and warm bread. Adric, Horace and Lisa, whose eyes were dried out, were directed to a table in the back.

When they sat down, a bunch of humans came from somewhere and one went by each table. When they reached their assigned furries, they all spoke aloud. "This food is the courtesy of the Alliance."

"You mean they're real?" Horace asked the human who ignored him and started portioning food among the furries.

"What did I tell you sonny?" Adric asked as he chomped into a warm piece of bread. Horace rolled his eyes and he started to hope that the dingo was right. He noticed that Lisa was not eating anything.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"No, we're here to die, I know that. What if this is poison? What if I died from this?" Lisa asked somber.

"Hey," The wolf grabbed the lynx's hand, "I'm still alive. And if I still am, then you're safe." Lisa nodded gratefully and started to eat slowly.

That night, Horace barely slept a wink. He kept tossing and turning, worrying about the days that would lie ahead. Meanwhile, Lisa slept soundly next to him. She had complete faith that Horace wouldn't abandon him.

The wolf sat up in the darkness. He couldn't go to sleep so he decided to pace. Pacing helped make him tired sometimes. Suddenly, he heard a noise in the corner. It was Adric who had opened the door. The moonlight shone brightly through the house. Miraculously, no one noticed it and kept on sleeping. Horace saw a human guard walk up to him and expected him to shoot the dingo then. Surprisingly, he greeted Adric friendly and the two of them walked off somewhere.

Horace's curiosity got the better of him and he decided to follow Adric. He slipped out of bed in such a way so that Lisa wouldn't be disturbed. He tiptoed across the hard floor and peeked out of the door. He saw a white tail go around the corner. There appeared to be no guards anywhere so Horace decided to follow Adric and the guard. The wolf walked around the corner to look for him.

The next thing he knew, Horace was hit in the head with something. A human and dingo looked over him as everything faded away.