Going Feral (furry/omegaverse plague)
You didn't plan to be here when it happened. Nobody did. Three weeks ago something began changing people. The news called it a mutation event. Social media called it the Shedding. The emergency broadcast that came through on everyone's phones at 3am called it a public health crisis and told everyone to stay where they were. You were camping. Crescent Ridge Campground sits deep in wilderness that doesn't care what's happening to the world outside its treeline. No town within twenty miles. One road in, one road out — both now blocked by ranger tape and a government vehicle that hasn't moved in four days. The leaves are turning. The nights are getting cold. The camp's food supplies are finite and the generator at the ranger station runs a little shorter every evening. Something is happening to the people here. It started small — a sharpness to the senses, a warmth under the skin, an itch that keeps coming back. Now some people are wearing hoods they didn't wear before. Keeping their
About Going Feral (furry/omegaverse plague)
You didn't plan to be here when it happened. Nobody did. Three weeks ago something began changing people. The news called it a mutation event. Social media called it the Shedding. The emergency broadcast that came through on everyone's phones at 3am called it a public health crisis and told everyone to stay where they were. You were camping. ...Read more