>>58263568>The Zeraora, if she was telling the truth, had no memory of being human.>Could’ve easily happened here.>Rounding a corner, you saw the police station was a hive of activity.>The sight was not a welcome one.>You’d driven past plenty of times over the years.>Never have you seen it even half as busy.>Tents marked with the local hospital’s logo were set up in the parking lot.>Field hospitals.>Containment and triage.>Filled with uneasy men and women of science.>Hazmat suits and respirator-wearing workers operated behind the white lab coats. >With so much of the parking lot occupied by health care workers, cars crammed together in the few remaining spaces.>The parking lot overflowed into some local businesses’ parking.“There.” You said, pointing at a lane designated with orange cones.
>It went past the tents, likely meant for emergency vehicles. >For ‘infected’.>You fit the bill. >More moaning and demands you reconsider turning him in were silenced with a low growl.>Either of these groups had to have a kennel to hold this thing.>Maybe the police could train it.>Maybe these science types could study it.>So long as Dare was far away from this kid, you’d be satisfied.>You wiggled each limb, both eager and dreading to leave the truck.>Weak arm, sore paws, a burnt foot…>Reeking fur and in desperate need of a shower…>And worse…>That feeling was back.>The anxiety.>The further he drove into the lot, the more it spiked.>Aura was everywhere.>Concern, happiness, frustration, joy, apathy, disappointment, surprise, pride…>You didn’t want to notice.>Yet you couldn’t look away.>You should have called the police.>Asked a neighbor to do it.>Tied them up and ran off.>An overweight man waving his arms brought you back to reality.>The portly man seemed to be some kind of authority figure.>Furious at the boy driving where only official vehicles were allowed.>His tune changed when you dragged Dare out. 