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The stench of death was in the air, bodies laid skewed across the ground, intestines hanging out, blood on their maw, but the one thing I will never forget is their eyes, the way that they're starting into the vast nothingness, the spark of life once held in them now gone. These were my brothers and sisters, my comrades, my friends. The exchange of blaster fire was roaring between the overwhelming human force and the anthros, lasers zipping past my ear as I hold my gun and aim it at a human, staying still and slowing down my breathing until I stop it, and fire. Time slowed down as my blaster fired a blue laser towards the human, my body leaning back from the coil, and I saw him shoot his blaster several times before turning his head, but by then it was too late. The laser went through his head and he fell back, blood splattering on his comrades as he fell to the ground. Time resumed and the humans turned to me. I turned around and started running to my convoy, dodging dead bodies and lasers, ducking down as they whirred above my head.

We've lost this battle like we have lost every other battle. We stand no match against them, no matter how much we try they have better technology, more troops, they have infiltrated our global systems and we let them. We thought that they were here to help us, to reintegrate back into the Earth's society, but I guess history repeats itself.

Our convoy drove us through the barren land, the skies gray and riddled with ash and smoke, fires raging from destroyed cars and shot down fighter jets. The men in my squadron, the ones that weren't dead, were looking down, their faces covered in dirt and grime. There was a medic wrapping bandages around one of our men's lower abdomen, blood was soaking through it as the medic applied pressure. The medic tightened his bandages, and he released the most blood-curdling screams that I jumped a bit. He held his side and started whimpering as the medic got up and sat down next to me. There were people that were looking at pictures of their loved ones, putting their hands on it then placing back in the back of their rucksack. The ride back to base was relatively quiet, the men sat back and relaxed as they thought themselves fortunate that they weren't killed, but at the same time held a solemn expression at all the death we saw, the fact that no matter how hard we try we aren't going to win, that we are losing the planet that we call home to a bunch of invaders.

It was about 10,000 years ago when the humans engaged in an all-out nuclear war. The South China sea was the flashpoint for naval vessels engaged in crossfire due to trade disputes, and thus their third world war was born. Land invasions happened all across the world with missiles killing thousands and militaries destroying the once beautiful planet. A terrorist group got ahold of a nuclear missile and that was the demise of the humans. They launched the nuke on Washington and thus Washington retaliated and launched nuclear missiles at their enemies, and a chain reaction was created until all of their nuclear missiles were deployed across the world. Most of the humans were either incinerated from nuclear fire or they died from radiation sickness. The rest of humanity fled underground to space shuttles and launched to the international space station on the dark side of the moon. Upon arrival, no one understood each other and tensions were still high from the war, but after all the devastation it caused, the humans agreed to work together to survive. The humans built up their technology and built a colony on Mars to mine for resources to go look for planets just like Earth. Most of the humans left the solar system and found planets to colonize outside of the solar system when they were able to travel at the speed of light, but some still remained in the solar system colonizing planets and moons and setting up cloud cities in gaseous planets such as Venus. They've always been here, watching us.

Meanwhile, the radiation on the planet caused the remaining animals to change, to adapt. The radiation ripped apart their genetics, changing them. The one's that survived bred offspring that was different from their parents. As the radiation continued to change the genetics of our ancestors, we evolved until where we are now, bipedal, sentient beings. Only land mammals evolved, while the rest of the animal kingdom remained in their feral state. There are even some land mammals that have remained in their feral state, and thus to distinguish between them, we put either feral or anthro before the genus and species name, thus a feral fox would be Feral Canis Vulpes and a sentient, bipedal fox such as myself would be called Anthro Canis Vulpes. We've modeled human culture, or what was left of it, from the first agricultural revolution to the war on terror, and the humans have been watching us and helping our ancestors. The Virgin Mary? She was abducted by the humans and was artificially inseminated to produce Jesus. Ever since his death the humans have stopped interfering with us and let us evolve on our own, watching us waging wars, dying from various plagues, discovering a whole new continent. While we have been quenching our thirst for curiosity, they've been growing in numbers, colonizing star systems, and watching us. Around the time that our Jesus was born they could have came back and invaded the earth, the radiation levels have died down to where they can now walk on the earth unaffected, but no, they have been observing us until we made first contact with them in 2020 when they descended from the skies, when the lifelong question was finally answered, and that we were not alone in the universe.

They came and helped us at first, integrating into the society and we were astounded. I was just thirteen at the time and seeing their smooth skin and flat faces shocked me at first, I've never seen anything like that, no one ever has. They helped scientists advance our technology hundreds of years further than what we would have if they had not came. I remember growing up in 2012 gas prices were ten dollars a gallon, and it was scarce, there were long lines of people waiting to get gas, some people even running out while waiting in line. I remember getting stuck out there once in the summer of that year and my mom and dad pushed the car back home while I steered when the pumps ran out of gas. By the year 2022, the problem was no more as people started driving solar powered cars. Carbon emissions have decreased significantly as we have completely switched over to renewable sources of energy. Big corporations have all but disappeared as the humans have made policies to help the middle-class and poor across the world. World hunger and poverty were a thing of the past as they helped set up infrastructure in poverty-stricken areas of the world and consolidated that government's power so that organizations could help get them back on their feet.

This was the most peaceful time the world has been, especially after the numerous terrorist attacks across the world, one of which I bore witness to while video calling my mother. It happened on New Year's Eve, 2022. She was still at work and I was at a small party at a friends house with a few other people. I still remember the trucks, carrying several logos such as Walmart or Home Depot or U-Haul, all parked in designated locations to increase the maximum fatality rate. The entire office had left to go the capital and celebrate with other people since the tower was only a few blocks down the street. We were watching the countdown together, me on the television and her on the clock tower in the city square. 10…9…8…7…6… the men came out of the truck in black hazmat suits, blending in with the night and only visible by the occasional light revealing them. The crowd was too rowdy to notice them, the police were with the crowd and cheering on the coming of the new year. 5…4…3…2… the men slipped inside a tall building and gathered the attention of some, but it didn't matter because, by the time they realized it, it was too late. 1… the trucks exploded and bodies went everywhere. People were screaming and crying out in pain. A mysterious yellow gas came from the trucks and swept the streets. People were coughing and wheezing, people were throwing up blood and falling backward. Panic filled the air. Mom joined the stampede of people trying to run away from the gas, but it was just too fast. She inhaled some of the gas and next thing I knew was that she started getting on her knees, coughing. She dropped her phone. Tears filled my eyes as I saw the gas burn her bright orange fur and eventually her pink skin, creating red sores on them. I kept calling out her name, but nothing worked, she bent over and vomited black blood, her once beautiful green eyes burning now out of their sockets. She started seizing violently, blood spewing out of her mouth. She stopped shaking and I could see her head facing towards me, the woman who brought me into this world and cared for me, nourished me, was now dead before me, an image I will never forget.

70 million people died that day across the world, one of whom was my mother. I enlisted to join the military the next morning, to avenge my mother, to use my anger and rage to drag as many of those bastards to hell with me as possible. I kept a picture of me and my mother together at the mother-son ball in high school the previous year, and that was what got me through all the dirt and grime in boot camp, the ten-mile runs and tenacious workouts. Even though I was sixteen, the image of my mother's dead body sucked away the childhood from me. I was made a sniper due to my high accuracy. I'd hold a rifle and aim it at the target, control my breathing and slow it down. I thought of my mother, how this was for her. I closed my left eye and aimed it at the bullseye. I held my breath. I saw the bullet hit the mark before I heard the shot go off. The staff sergeant praised me for my marksmanship, but I just held a solemn expression on my face. Nothing would bring her back. Nothing.

I was deployed three months later, and a coalition of forces from every country that was affected invaded the terrorist strongholds in the Middle East and Africa. The world was turning in on itself, and the only thing on everyone's mind was revenge. American and Chinese troops working together, Ukrainian and Russian troops helping one another, and every enemy turned into allies to rid the world of the disease of terrorism, although these alliances were short lived.

The humans supplied us with weapons and that was when we started using energy weapons. The humans started helping our generals with strategies and the quickest way to end this once and for all. My first mission was a ground assault attack in Raqqa, Syria. There we engaged in dogfighting and as my team moved up, we searched houses. I remember the coarse sand blowing against my fur, the endless walking up and down the street and getting ambushed by jihadists. My heart had become black, full of hatred. I wanted to kill a thousand of them for every victim of the New Year's Eve attack. So when we finally breached a door and saw that they had hostages on the ground before them, I raised my blaster and killed them all. Men, women, even the children. Innocent civilians. All dead from my hands. The rules of engagement no longer applied.

We eventually captured the terrorist leaders and had the governments of the regions where the terrorists held their captured territory decided on what to do with them. In a unanimous vote, they agreed to all have them publicly executed via being hanged. I bore witness to the hanging of the mastermind behind largest terrorist cell the world has every seen, the one who orchestrated the attack in which killed my mother. I enjoyed watching him squirm, struggling for air, holding his neck trying to get the rope off of him but knowing it was useless. A smile crept on my face while watching him, and when he was finally dead, everyone who had a blaster whooped and hollered, shooting into the air and cheering. That was the day that the world was desensitized to death.

I went back to stay with my dad after the invasion and capture of the terrorists. Even though I was sixteen, I was a man at this point. I have seen much action and have learned more in the rangers than what my dad will ever learn in his lifetime. We managed the house together, he went out to work, and I took care of the house while he was gone. We went to mom's grave every month to lay flowers at her grave and to take care of it. My dad would silently weep to himself while I just stood there. My dad and I didn't talk much, there was nothing really to talk about. I left him for nine months to join the military and came back to him abruptly to stay with him. Sometimes I see him staring into me, staring into my eyes. I have my mother's eyes, but they're vastly different now. I know it too. My mother's eyes were sparkling, full of life. Mine were dull and have sought out death.

It wasn't a surprise when I was called to serve my country again, this time to fight in the third world war. This time, a Gulf of Tonkin event occurred where a Chinese vessel fired upon an American aircraft carrier for being too close to its man-made islands which were in disputed territory. This time, with the world on equal ground, no country was safe as they had to choose a side. This massive war saw every country invade one another over a stupid dispute, but I did my part to serve my country. I became a sniper and offered assistance to my squad, calling out hostiles and the size of them. Whatever my squad needed I did it for them without hesitation. I killed so many people that I lost count, not that it mattered anyway. Across the world, armies were burning cities to the ground, raping citizens then executing them. It seemed that the world was resorting back to their primal state, killing each other for no apparent reason other than over an argument that started over an international claim to a body of water.

The humans stayed out of this war, amassing their army to invade while we continued killing each other one by one. We were ignorant to their whole plan all along. The real reason why they came back to Earth. The humans were behind the attack on New Year's Eve. They supplied the terrorists with the chemical weapons and planned the whole thing out, where to be and how to achieve the materials to achieve maximum effectiveness. They knew that the rest of the world would want revenge, so they had us go in and invade the Middle East and Africa to rid the world of terrorism. They knew that we would disengage from the rule of engagement and kill everyone in sight. They manipulated our policies to collide with us to restore and antagonize tensions in the South China Sea. Humans were in the Chinese vessel that fired on the American aircraft carrier, not Anthros. They played us like we were pieces on a chessboard, and yet when the world was done fighting, when we were rebuilding, thinking that we were done, they came and invaded us February 14, 2025. Over four billion people died in the third world war, and there was just a little over three billion people to combat the invading humans. Everything I did for my mother, in vain. Everything everyone did for their loved ones is the reason why we don't stand a chance. We never stood a chance, yet we still try and fight.

The ride back to camp was peaceful, the only peace that one would find in their sleep. When we finally arrived I looked around at all the chaos and disorder I saw around me. Soldiers with blaster rifles slung around their back as they desperately try to hurry up and pack up all the important military equipment and staff. The fact that they still were not finished despite the fact that we battled humans to give them time to evacuate reveals how broken our military is, how broken our world is. The humans should be here in thirty minutes. Fortifications were set up as men manned gun towers and fighter jets were in the air, relaying information to ground forces. This would be another battle that we would lose, another battle in which more of our people die. The humans are perfectly capable of ending it now by calling in orbital bombardments from their capital ships, and yet they chose to fight us face to face, their eyes sparkling with pleasure as they killed anthro after anthro. They are savages, and to kill those savages, I had to become a savage.

I walked to the command post, and there I met the captain of my platoon. He hated when people saluted him, so I didn't even bother in doing so. He was a large bull coated with black fur and had one of his horns partially broken off. He bore a scar on his cheek which resembled a cross. His face always displayed a scowl. He, like the rest of us, has seen many people die. The captain and I went over the plan about decimating the humans with a biological weapon, one that would force them to leave the system, or even better, kill them all. The virus is called H16N18, or vulpine flu as it's commonly referred to. The virus is sly and independent like a fox, can live on surfaces for days before being destroyed, and it can sneak its way through the human populace undetected. The virus lays dormant before being activated on our command, and the deaths are almost instantaneous. The virus attacks the stomach and heart, in which the humans will throw up blood and gag on it, clutching their stomachs in agonizing pain and gasping for air. The neurotransmitters are inflamed and send signals to the brain making them feel as if they were burning alive. The brain is left alone for a reason, so that they can feel every agonizing bit of pain before they rot in hell.

The actual plan was to get aboard a human imperial landing shuttle, a large, gray ship that resembles an imperial capital ship drawn to scale. The ship would be piloted by two human sympathizers to our cause, those who fell in love with our culture, our innocence, and they do not want to see our planet, the planet that their ancestors used to call home, end up like the rest of the planets the human empire has conquered and enslaved. A person from my squad and who I've worked with since the large-scale invasion in Syria would accompany me, and the two of us would pose as captives being ready to be imprisoned and later enslaved throughout the human empire. We would fly to Planet X, the mysterious planet that has baffled our scientists for years, the planet that sent ships to and from our solar system throughout the vastness of the human empire. Upon being brought to the ground we would be taken to a holding cell and stay there while our human companions go throughout the capital city and leave the virus ready to detonate within a couple hours. There they would ambush the humans holding us captive and we would leave the planet and return to Earth and act like nothing has changed, more anthros will die, but we have to let the virus spread throughout the all of the human empire. Current projections show that we could wipe out 70% of the human population, and with their numbers dwindled they'll have to retreat from our solar system to even have a chance to hold a firm grasp on their vast empire. The plan counts on a lot of variables, such as the true loyalty of the sympathizers to our cause and whether or not they would betray us and turn us in, or whether or not we can activate a dormant virus from so far away, but it is the only shot that we have at ending this long, bloody war.

With the humans advancing ever so quickly, we moved swiftly. The ship was in a remote location four hours from the base. It was crucial that the Imperials did not find out where we were hiding it, the mission would be over before it started. I climbed into an all-terrain jeep and watched as the Sergeant from my squad climb into the driver's seat with the two humans sitting in the back. We drove for a couple of hours in total silence, the diversion worked as there were no human pilots overhead following us, but all of those innocent people are laid to waste on the side of the road in the middle of this desert, not being able to say goodbye to their loved ones, that is, if they have any. We came up to a rock formation and parked in front of it, the cream colored surroundings camouflaging our car from aerial view. I got out the car, the sun blaring down on my orange fur, the hot, dry air penetrating my nostrils as I breathe. We walk to the entrance, and I input the password on the keypad. The entrance trembles a bit before opening, dust getting in the air. I taste the metallic air before walking inside the building. Inside was a capital class C-11 Eagle, the dull ship sitting there. It was an outdated model, but hopefully, we'd still get clearance to Planet X. But we had to get it out of orbit first.

A ramp lowered when we stood in front of the vessel, and we walked in with the Sargent and I sitting in the back while the humans were controlling the cockpit. I don't necessarily trust the humans, they have done their fair share of fighting, even started helping us ever since the war broke out, but they were still human. I kept my hand on my blaster pistol just in case. We lifted off of the ground and started rising out of the atmosphere. I looked out of the window and looked at the fleet over the earth, with landing shuttles leaving the planet and going down to it. There were so many landing shuttles coming and going from different places that the Imperials over our planet did not even bother to check in. I slowly rose and strode across the lounge area to check how long the trip would take. I peered over one of the human's shoulders and saw that it would take about two days to get there with no hassle. The planet is located beyond the Kuiper belt and always has a fleet of ships orbiting the planet, ones either coming in or leaving the solar system ready to eagerly expand their empire. I placed my hand on the human. He turned and looked at me, his pale skin so smooth and his ocean blue eyes staring into mine, and we nodded at one another. The thing was, I saw into his eyes, and I did not see the same hurt and resolve as I have seen in my fellow comrades. Maybe I was right, maybe they should not be trusted.

I told my comrade, and he looked past me at them then nodded. It's going to be a long trip, so Sarge and I pulled out a chess set from under the miscellaneous items drawer next to the foodstuffs, and we sat at the booth. We placed the chess pieces on the table and started setting up the game. Sargent Adler looked at the humans again. He moved his pawn. I captured it with my bishop. He moved his rook to mid-board, putting me in check. The distraction caught me off guard. I was in check, my king was vulnerable. I shifted it to the right. Like a venomous snake in the trees, he took my bishop with his bishop. Checkmate.

We both laughed softly and sat back, putting our hands on our chests. Adler got up and walked over to the cabinets, pulling out a bottle of bourbon and two glass cups. He opened the freezer unit, and he pulled out four ice cubes, two for each glass. He poured the brown liquid into the glasses and brought them over with the bottle as well. I took up a glass, and we cheered to defeating the empire. I decided to have one drink, to make sure that the humans were being watched at all time. Alder got sloppy drunk, slurring his words as he started talking about things that happened in the past, before all the wars. He started talking about when he was still in high school, mostly stuff about his senior year. He started talking about his senior prank in which he and his friends placed the little pop-its under the toilet seats in the women's restrooms, and they would burst out laughing each time they heard the pop and a girl screaming. They brought in a bunch of helium balloons and released them in the cafeteria. The balloons were a distraction so that they could release feral animals throughout the school. The whole school was in disarray, and Alder felt very accomplished with himself. The prank was great, but he was not completely off the hook. The principal made him and his friends clean up all the urine and feces throughout the school or else they would not walk at graduation.

I didn't have a senior year. I dropped out in the middle of sophomore year to fight for my country. I left all my friends behind and now the only ones I have are in the military and most of them are older than me by a couple of years like Alder. I grabbed the bottle and poured me another shot and gulped it down, the alcohol burning my throat. I kept pouring and drinking until I eventually just chugged down the whole bottle. Alder asked what I am I doing, and I just screamed and threw down the bottle, the glass shattering all over the floor, the remaining liquid glistening in the white light. The humans came over and tried to comfort me, but I shoved them away. It was their fault, their whole damned species fault why I do not have a normal life, why I am struggling to fight for a lost cause, why my mother is dead. I started growling. My fur started to ruffle up. I extended my claws from my hands. My eyes were set to kill. The humans backed away slowly in fear. Alder tried to restrain me, but I broke free. I rushed them. I sprang into the air as they tried to flee. The prey hunting the predator. Alder grabbed his pistol, set for stun, and shot me before I could rip out their throats with my bare hands. All I remembered was a sharp pain in my back, and a loud thud as I landed atop of one of the humans before I blacked out.

When I awoke I had a killer headache, my head throbbing angrily after what I did to myself the night before. My bed was drenched in sweat, and my fur was soaking wet. I walked to the latrine, and I kneeled before the toilet. The vomit came up hard and fast, my throat burning. My whole body felt like shit, and I reeked of alcohol. When I was done puking my guts out, I flushed the toilet then stripped down to nothing. I turned on the shower and set the water to cold since they say that helps get rid of a hangover. I got into the shower, and I stood there, still as a statue. I bathed myself, scrubbing hard to rid myself of the reek of alcohol, and in the end, the smell was only faint. I dried myself with a gray towel and put on some black boxers. I walked out in just my boxers, my fur a little damp from the shower, and I sat down and sighed. Alder looked back at me then turned back to the approaching planet coming before us, with star fleets standing by as the world below was bustling with life and lights, unlike earth. I must have been out for nearly two days. A command ship came by and ordered us to halt and to give them our access code. One of the humans granted the imperials with the code and there was a long moment of silence. It was so quiet that the rustling of solar winds against the hull could be heard inside of the ship, the hearts of everyone in the cockpit beating rapidly. We were granted planetary access and were ordered to land on a landing pad towards the capital city of the planet, the heart of the human's hold in this system.

A sigh of relief was let out as the humans put the ship on autopilot, and we began to take our roles for when we land on the planet. Alder stripped out of his bland military uniform to the point where he was only wearing his boxers. They placed us in vibrochains, they cuffed our hands, feet, and neck, and a long, thick electric string was produced. Alder tried to pull the vibrochains apart, but to no avail. The humans dressed in black imperial uniforms, and by the time they were finished we had landed on the planet. One of the humans, the pale one, guided us to the ramp with a blaster pistol pointed at us while the other one lowered the ramp. The air smelled toxic, lights were blaring everywhere, loud music was playing from different areas to the point where they all combined together to make one great unintelligible noise. We were swarmed by imperial police who were dressed in red uniforms, their blaster pistols pointing at us, and they commanded us to state our business. The pale human spoke and told them that they were carrying slaves from Earth. I suddenly heard two electric zaps, and I saw the two humans fall back, a giant, burning hole in their chest. Dead before they hit the floor. The imperial police grabbed me while they released Alder from his vibrochains. I asked what was going on, and he just started chuckling. A black bag was put over me, and I was beaten until my body went limp.

When awoke they interrogated me, tortured me, and performed a body cavity search in which the found the vile of H16N18. I felt the warm taste of blood in my mouth. It tasted like metallic water. Two imperial military officers came in with Alder, who was also wearing an imperial uniform. A smirk grew across his lips. I asked him why he did it, why he would betray his people. He said there was no point in fighting for lost causes, that this way he would be a member of the imperial army and respected by the humans. One of the officers, as a way to ensure his loyalty to the empire,ordered Alder to kill me, his comrade, his war buddy. I just looked down, in defeat. There was nothing more to do, but Alder held my head up, with his gun pointing at my head, and taunted me, asking me if I had any last words. I just spat on his face, looking directly into his eyes. I wanted him to see the life he was about to take. He wiped the blood/saliva mix off of his face. The gun was on my forehead. The last thing I saw was his sharp, blue eyes riddled with remorse.