"Holy Hell"
Those were the first words of my new life. And they we're pretty justified as well. Why, you may ask? That's because I was in what felt like hell.
The surroundings were made of concrete, the front wall was cage bars. I was sitting on the cold hard ground. As I looked around I saw no bed the only thing there was a toilet. It's slight smell it gave off was horrendous. It felt like my nose would be burned off.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Meal time!" I look over to the female voice only to see a dog. But this dog was strange, it had clothes and opposable thumbs. It also walked on two feet… This world had furries, Noooooo. And even worse I was imprisoned by them.
"Hey you! Get your food or not! I will not ask again!" I quickly stand up and make my way to the bars. They hand me a dog bowl full of some kind of slop. I reach out hesitantly and grab it. I almost drop it when I see my hands.
My hands are grey. Not just that they are furry and have black nails. I quickly set my food down. Going over to the toilet. Only to find not my face reflecting in the water.
Instead I find what looks to be a grey wolf with bright teal eyes staring back. The underside of the chin is a white, and stained in what looks like blood.
I then start to pull and prod at my face. The reflection doing th same. Each second I hope to god I don't think is going on is going on.
"Oh hell no." I mutter to myself in shock.
"T-This can't be happening t-to me!" I stutter out in horror. Wondering what did I do in my last life to deserve this.
Then I feel it this knawing hunger. It made my body suddenly go numb. Next thing I know my body is moving on its own to the bowl of food, and before I can stop it I am forced to watch as I eat the disgusting gruel. The smell of which makes me want to vomit.
Not long after the food is gone I regain control of myself. So that was how instincts felt like.Or I assumed that what that was. Either way I felt helpless to resist. It was a horrifying feeling, to lose control of one's body. Even if they didn't want said body.
I shivered on the cold ground, just thinking about loosing control like that again. I even started to cry just laying there curled up. Not long later sleep took me.
The next day was thankfully better than the first. At least this time I didn't loose control of my body. Though that meant I had to eat the slop they called food myself. It was expectedly horrible. But it was better than loosing control again.
My fifth day I was brought to the showers with the other muts, as they callled us. The "they" are the supposed care takers of this pound. Yep that's what it was call it, a pound.
I also figured out s few things from that trip to the showers. One I was young. Two the other muts were also children. Three I was feard by all the other muts. And finally four I had to fight in the "Playground" tomorrow.
It was surprising at first to learn I needed to fight. But looking at the place I'm in, I am not that surprised. It definitely left me with a feeling of disgust as I figured out I had to fight another child. Hopefully I didn't have to fight to the death. I didn't want to kill a child.
Now the last thing I had to get used to was the digitigrade legs of mine. To reinforce my statement I accidentally stumble as I walk back to my cage. And it was a cage not a cell. A cell at least had a bed.
It didn't take long before I was shoved into my cage by one of the "Caretakers". How they could even stomach the job they did confounded me. They pretty much held children in a cage until they were bought.
I didn't even get to see the person who bought one of children in the cage next to mine. That thought brought me to the fact that my cell was strangely empty compared to the others.
As I had been walking earlier I had noticed the other cages had multiple muts in the same cell. And they even had beds. The only peice of cloth I had were the clothes on my back. And judging by how they looked they had seen better days.
I was slightly jealous of the others cages with beds. Though not entirely, because they were still considered cages to me. That's because they might have been considered cells if not for the fact that up to 7 muts were kept in a cage at a time. It reminded me of the pounds at home. But even they didn't have 7 dogs in a cage at a time.
Suddenly the lights went out and I herd a yell.
"Bed time muts!"
I then curled up next to the right wall of my cage. The cold concrete sending a slight chill through my spine. Now having been forced to lay down and just think. I thought about my past life.
It was a life full of monotony. I did the same thing every day. And that pattern was further reinforced when I left my parents. I never went to college instead, I worked a simple office job. And so I perpetuated my own miserable monotony.
That was until I found YouTube. It was my outlet. My way to break my self imposed monotony. And it made me inspired to maybe break out of my cage.
That was until I died. It was just a simple Tuesday evening when it happened. My chest started to hurt. Something that wasn't to unusual for me at the time. But instead of going away after a few moments it intensified.
It kept getting worse and worse until I fell to the ground. I had tried to ask for help but I couldn't voice the words.
And so I was passed by as another crazy person in New York City. That was until my untimely heart attack finally killed me. And the next thing I new I woke up here. In the body of a furry.
"I guess I got something new out of my life." I mutter to myself with a slightly sarcastic tone.
That does bring up the question of what I wanted to do in my new life.
For now I think all I can do though is just survive. I couldn't quite think of anything else I could with my current restrictions. But once I got out of here maybe I could think about it more. For now I needed to sleep.