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The collision was not the worst of it, though it was the crunch that made me run. For a few seconds I couldn't see a path through, then the bush loomed into view. I had just about made it when the bitter, acrid, stinky fog closed all around me, burning my ears and my eyes. The air was full of the smell of fire. My feet kept moving - forward motion kept me going until I was safely under the bush. I heard screaming, humans calling out in terror and concern, in pain. I don't know how but I suddenly understood what I was hearing. The words made pictures in my head - pictures of the two women I could hear, one crying, one calling to the other. I heard/saw a man w alking as fast as he could - something was wrong with him - and I heard the death rattle of another male some ways away from the others. I heard the sound of sirensin the distance, growing closer and closer. I backed deeper into the bush, still unable to see with my eyes. I could feel the hairs in my ears beginning to regrow. The mites that had inhabited my ears had been dissolved by the stinging mist. They wouldn't be coming back. I gave my head a shake and the mite dust went flying. The sirens had come to a stop, right where the crash had happened. Now I could hear/see many footsteps hurrying, calling out to each other in harsh words. I heard/saw devices on wheels being moved around.
Curiosity began to overcome my apprehension. Creeping slowly, I tracked one of the women as she was being lifted on a wheeled device into a large vehicle. Then the males turned away and went to the other woman. Both of the women had fallen silent. I felt myself called to them - as if my spirirt spoke to theirs and my presence would help them. I quickly slid under the covers of the first woman and felt the comfort of her heartbeat. I curled around her and began to clean my paws. The second woman was loaded right next to the first bed. They were so close together that their hands loosely brushed one another. I heard the door shut and the vehicle begin to move rapidly away. Siren wailing. There were beeps and whirls of the machines as the women were connectted to them by wires and sticky pads.
The sounds of the sirens and the beeps of the machinery began to recede as the motion of tyhe vehicle lulled me to sleep. I felt myself falling. The atmosphere began to changhe. The acrid smell cleared and the smell became fresher, cleaner. It smelled like an early spring morning, hunting a small animal through the dewey grass. I was overtaken by the sensation of pushing through a thick, spongy barrier. Abruptly, the motion stopped. I could see - with my eyes again. The two women were with me but still sleeping.
"Where are we?" I heard myself saying words like a human. One of the women opened her eyes when she heard me. She frantically searched for the other woman and the person who'd spoken. She calmed immediately when she saw her companion.
"Where are we?!" The woman said.
"I asked first." I said. Her astonishment at finding that I had spoken was quickly replaced by her surprise at seeing the ring of human faces around us. These new females smelled female and they had no fur on top of their heads.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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