Nyandemic Story, pt. 26
After sitting idle for a fortnight, the Bug coughed blue smoke at ignition, and it kept wanting to stall at stop signs for the first few minutes – but at last, I was off. Curiously, however, I found myself turning the other way onto the main road;...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 22
I hunched forward, tail lashing moodily, and heaved an aggravated sigh. It was a little later in the morning. I'd gotten as far as bagging up my laundry, then got stuck in a loop, alternating between pacing around the living room, trying to figure...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 19
I woke with a start. The light streaming in from the window was all wrong; it must've been nearly 10:00 by the look of it. It was Wednesday, wasn't it? _Shit,_ I must've slept through my— Oh right, I didn't have work today, either; I was out sick...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 18
It was well into the evening when hunger finally forced me out of the blood-trance. Normally, I could go for most of a day on coffee and the occasional light snack, if I remained sedentary and didn't let myself get too worked up;° but I was still...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 16
After a while, she turned on the TV at a low volume, channel-surfing 'til she ended up on a foreign-language news broadcast featuring some weaselly guy in a God-awful polo shirt. It was hard to stay focused - so much more comfortable to just lie here...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 15
## 7. Troubled Dreams It was Monday morning when my brain started working properly again; the fog lifted all at once, in a horrible flash of clarity. Nicole had been grooming me, and as usual for the last couple days, I'd found myself nuzzling into...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 14
I watched her for a little while longer, but I was starting to get bored and a little irritated. Weren't we going to do, y'know, grooming and stuff? Honestly, I could kinda go for that; it wasn't like I _needed_ anybody to care for me, but something in...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 13
It was just as well that the meeting ran for a typical minor eternity, because I hardly got a thing done for the remainder of my shift. I simply couldn't stay focused on work; my brain was too fogged, and I was so twitchy and addled that it was a...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 12
## 6. Who Goes There? _Nothing._ I shut the fridge. _Damnation._ I'd woken up _ravenously_ hungry, for some reason; it took three bagels and copious quantities of _schmear_ just to stave it off enough for me to get...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 11
There was a long pause. "S'pose nyat," she said at last, sighing. "Just seems silly for people to have to stay all cooped-up overrr something that isn't even, like, deadly or anything..." "Well, nobody's _thrilled_ about it," I sighed,...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 10
## 5. Two Little, The morning sun glared brightly through the cracks in my eyelids as I fumbled my way to consciousness. I'd gotten entangled in the sheets almost completely, and I had that tell-tale psychic hangover you get from a bad dream you can't...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 9
"Hi, how're you doing!" the clerk chanted as I entered the hardware store. "Can I help you find anything?" It took me a moment to process - not that this was confusing, but after weeks of barely any social interaction even...