Serra the Survivor Part I: The Camp
#1 of Serra the Survivor
This is my first time uploading something on SF, so help me if I did anything wrong. I hope you guys like the story, because it's gonna be a long one. Well, here goes nothing.
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Journal Entry 1 - 18-Jul-24 20:07
_Shortly after a tremendous advancement in technology, America is in ruins. Anthropomorphic animals had begun to appear, surprising the religious people. Some people had had their DNA mixed with an animal's to produce legitimate offspring, while others had a surgery to mix their own. At the same time, people bagan augmenting their bodies with mechanical parts. Some got subtle things installed, like I did. I've got a micro-computer in the small of my back, and an overlay on my eyes similar to that of a video game HUD. Others replace limbs and helpful things like that. And even still, some become more machine that human. It is a zombie apocalypse now though, there's no other way to describe it. People started going crazy and biting their friends, and it just spread from there. Some blamed the zombies on the furs, saying that it was their fault that thier friends were dying and they weren't. Others blamed the augs, stating that only something as sinister as merging man with machine could bring a plague like this upon us. Others blamed divine intervention. Me? I just try to survive. _
A bright orange 0500 flashed across Serra's field of vision, accompanied by a sharp jolt at the base of her neck; she was awoken from a vivid nightmare of her time in the Army. She opened her eyes to see Marcus standing over her, a look of concern on his grizzly muzzle. She was probably thrashing about, she reasoned, and he was worried. It was her turn on watch now, and Marcus would have gotten her up if her augmentations hadn't.
"You okay, hun? You looked like you were having a mighty strong nightmare there." Marcus was an anthro grizzly bear. He had been one all his life and it really suited him. He stood 6'6" tall and weighed about 275 lbs. He wasn't a man to get worried over little things.
"I'm fine, Marc. How did your watch go?" she said as she sat up, not bothering to cover herself. The cool air felt nice on her furry 34D breasts, and she knew Marcus didn't care.
"You didn't look fine, but okay." he trailed off, "My watch was fine. I washed your clothes and made sure we were still headed towards Salt Lake." Serra had carpooled with Marcus back when she worked at the coffee shop, and she knew he was gay. In fact, he had been her best friend, and his family had practically adopted her as one of their own.
"Thanks. You can go ahead and go to sleep then; I've got it from here."
"Okay. You keep awake, Serra. I don't want them creeping up on us while we sleep." Marcus reminded me.
"I know, Marcus. Now you're just lecturing me." Serra joked as she stood up, stretching her arms up towards the dark, early morning sky. It meant a lot to her to know he cared, and even after all they'd been through since Seattle, it was a good feeling to know that someone else had kept their cool.
Marcus crawled into the sleeping bag that she had just vacated and laid down, closing his eyes. Serra walked over to their campfire and looked at her clothes. Marcus's mother would be furious to know what she wore on a daily basis, but sacrifices must be made if one is to survive in the world now.
She lifted her panties up off of the blanket they were laying on and her cheeks reddened a bit when she thought of Marcus hand washing them in the river. She slipped them on and moved onto her denim shorts. They were small and custom made for a vixen; they had a hole cut for her tail and a claw-friendly button fly. After pulling them on, she grabbed her black sports bra and pulled it on, then started looking for her shirt when she remembered that it was ripped to shreds back in Twin Falls. She sighed, and stretched her back again; she had nothing to wear between her back and her hydration pack. This was going to be a long hike. She pulled on her hydration pack, which she could tell was just filled up in the river by Marcus. It held 8 liters of water, enough to keep her through the day. Then she looked at her coat. It was a long black duster with matching hat and served to shield her from the sun and hold the things everyone else kept in their backpacks. Plus, it designated her as the leader anytime they came across other survivors and needed to talk. She pulled the leather over her shoulders and immediately felt the extra 12 lbs. She sighed and pulled her hat on and fiddled with it until her ears came through their holes. It was going to be a long day.