Anywhere But Here (CH 14) [Human(m)xHyenas(f)]

Anywhere But Here [human(m)xmultiple hyena(f),violence, femdom, smut, pseudo-penis, intersex, romance, drug use]
By Teether


Chapter 14


”Not human!”

>You’re slammed down onto the floor covered in dried blood as a barrage of clawed hands forcefully rips the bandages from your face
>A knee and multiple hands hold you firm to the grimy floor
>Your chest spasms, pain sparking through the waning painkillers
>”A fucking skin! I knew it!” you hear bark out
>”Working amongst us the whole time?” spews a ditsy voice
>”Knew we shouldah been more suspicious of outside help….I still can’t believe it, an honest to gods skin, its been a while…” mumbled an elder
>”Keep ‘em down! Graham and his boys should be here any minute” commanded a gritty tone
>You hear three gunshots go off a couple feet away as sentients scream in panic, quickly piling off of your body
>You look up to see Eve in front of you, pointing a smoking pistol around the surgery room in her left paw
>”Get up Twigs, now!” commanded Eve, nudging your right shoulder with her boot
>You push yourself up, left arm still bleeding profusely onto the floor
>”Got another gun?” you say as you try to slow the bleeding with the front of your dirty surgery smock
>Eve reaches into the medical bag slung over her shoulder and pulls out a small thirty-two caliber pistol
>She tosses it over to you while keeping a sweeping gaze over the surrounding crowd, all staring on in bewilderment at the absurdity of a skin in their presence
>You almost drop the small pistol as your blood covered fingers wrap awkwardly around the small grip
>You switch off the safety and point the gun around the crowd, “Ok, I’ll only ask this one more time. Coagulant and stitches!”
>The crowd hesitates, everyone looking at each other, waiting to see who will come forward as a skin sympathizer
>”We don’t have time for this Twigs, we need to get back to Riley” says Eve
>You fire the pistol into the ceiling
>The crowd screams
>”NOW” you yell
>A surgeon and nurse emerge from the crowd, hurrying up beside you with stitches, coagulant and bandages
>You keep the gun pointed at them while they get to work quickly stitching the gaping wound shut
>Sweat beads off your forehead and arms as the only sounds are bated breath and snipping of scissors
>Eve looks around the crowd growing restless, “Twiiiigggssss” she begged
>The surgeon finishes the last stitch and wraps your arm in clean gauze
>As the surgeon makes the last wrap he looks into your face with a sympathetic look, “Thank you for your help” he whispers
>You feel stunned for a second before Eve grabs you by the back of the collar and drags your ass out into the hall
>”Come on! Fucking double time!” yells Eve letting go of your collar and making a breaking run down the hall towards Riley room
>You start running off in the opposite direction, down towards the human wing, the vaulted room
>”Where the fuck are you going! Riley’s room’s this way!” Eve says, her gate slowing down
>”To the human wing, keep going! I’ll meet you back in front of the hospital in a couple minutes” You say waving goodbye as you hobble off down the hall
>Eve makes a couple of frustrated grunts before continuing off towards Riley’s room
>”Goddamnit Twigs, fuckin naïve……piece of…..” Eve mumbles to herself as the hospital staff pours out into the halls watching the two of you disappear

>You round corners, feet skittering against the rubbery dust-covered floor
>As you get closer to the vaulted room; you see two of Graham’s soldiers coming down the hall, one tall draft horse and a black bear
>You quickly peel off around the corner to your right into a pitchblack hall, waiting for the soldiers to go by, hoping with every fiber of your being that they didn’t spot you
>Your mind fills with images of the night before, the dark corners of the hall coming alive once more
>The pair of thin, boney arms unravel from around your waist
>Delilah’s teary gaunt face stares up at you once again
>”Sorry human…..sorry humans…..sorry everyone….” whispers the sulking pile of bones
>You get down and rub a hand over a jagged shoulder blade, “Delilah…are you going to be ok?”
>”Yes….yes…I am…but you…. you….” drifted the skull

>You hear the loud clumping of military boots come closer, stopping for a second by the entrance to your hall before continuing on past
>As their boots trail off into the distance, you continue down towards the vaulted room
>As you enter the room you notice a group of three surgeons, one tall mountain lion and two sheep, crowded around one of the patients on a stilted medical table, hanging light overhead
>You only see two scatted rows of humans, about fifty or so left
>The closer you get, you see that the human is being dissected, their oily black guts piled into neat little steel dishes next to the operating table
>You see one wolf guard leaning against an empty hospital bed, back to the entrance, arms crossed and spacing out into the boring dissection before him
>”Are you about done with ‘em yet? Need me to muscle ‘em down to the ‘cinerator?, gritted the guard impatiently
>”Simmer down! I know Graham has you grunts running quotas so shut it!” growled the large female mountain lion leading the dissection
>The wolf guard props himself back up, readjusting his bored shoulders
>You sneak up beside the wolf and shove the tip of your pistol into the side of his head, cocking the hammer
“Gimme your rifle now” you say, grinding the tip of the gun against the side of the wolf’s head for emphasis
>The wolf just growls a deep throaty growl
>”Fuck off” says the wolf, showing you his teeth, not turning to see you
>You quickly press the gun into the side of his right thigh, blowing a clean hole out into the floor
>The wolf crumples in a fit of shouts, knee in his chest, arms wrapped around the rapidly bleeding leg
>”What the fuck is going on here?” snaps the large mountain line with a guttural snarl as she turns to face you
>You grab the wolf’s brand new looking M-16 leaning against the bed
>You spin on your heel and quickly level the gun with the three surgeons
>The giant mountain lion stands in front of you, blocking your shot of the other two
>”You will not hurt them, skin” she growls
>You hear a childish whimper coming from beside you, the mountain lion looks past you at the cowering creature bleeding out on the floor
>”What do you want? Did you just come here to kill innocent people? Take a couple sentients down with you?” she glares down at you
>You suddenly realize how bad this looks
>You wanna shout to them, tell them that humans aren’t that bad, were not just a bunch of murdering freaks
>You look around the room, around the world, at all the things your kind destroyed, the world your kind left them…..
>You hear the crying of the wolf get louder and louder
>”WHAT DO YOU WANT!? HE”S DYING FOR FUCKS SAKE!” roars the mountain lion
“I want a copy of your records”
>”What?! What for? To take back to your headquarters? To let them all know the truth? The shit your people wrought? Its nothing they don’t already know kid, nothing worth killing anybody for” grits the mountain lion
>You feel a rock land in the pit of your stomach
>*”Nothing they don’t already know”
”It’s not for them, it’s for me” you say coldly
>You see the look on the scientist’s face go from one of intense hatred to simply pity
>You keep the barrel of your rifle lined to her heart, the brass name tag next to the barrel reading, “Doctor Suri”
>She looks into your eyes with her sharp pupil yellow ones as the sentient towers in front of you

>The lion lets out a sigh; her brow relaxing as she takes a couple deep sniffs of the air with her nose
>She walks over to a new-looking desk flush against the wall and pulls out a thick stack of manila folders, tossing them down with a heavy thud on the desk
>The lion flips through a couple before pulling one dense folder out before frustratingly sauntering back towards you
>”Here, take this and leave us alone, if you have beef with Graham it has nothing to do with us” said the Mountain lion shoving the folder into your arms with a concrete stare
>You try to catch the folder, fumbling with both for a second before setting the rifle back against the bed
>You slip the folder quickly under your robe, safely pressed against you stomach by your belt
>You nod towards the lion, “Thank you” before turning towards the exit
>Before you take one step, a wall of fur forms in from the exit
>A large wall of fur, cradling an M-16 and munching a cigar
>You turn heel and rush back down into the sea of patient beds before you
>Graham lets off a quick burst of bullets as cigar smoke begins to waft through the vaulted room’s sickening air
>You dive behind a bed as the line of bullets rakes into five different humans, wounds pouring black oil onto the floor as their monitors flat line together in a wailing chorus
>”WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! THOSE ARE MY PATIENTS!” roars the lion swiping a claw at the bear
>Graham blocks with his right arm as the claws swipe down into his flesh
>The bear swings the butt of the rifle crunching into the side of her jaw
>The mountain lion falls over as the other two smaller surgeons quickly come to her aid
>”I am personally putting down the first human to make it through our walls in over a year, now stay out of my way” said Graham in a flat tone, teeth gritted over the butt of the cigar
>Graham swings the rifle back towards you and lets off another burst as you try to break for the west wall
>You dive as the bullets zing wildly around you, thumping into the rows of meaty bodies around you
>You try to crawl down the west wall towards the exit, Graham letting off more volleys, shells echoing off the tile as more flatling monitors join in the chaos
>As Graham expertly changes his rifles magazine, you brace yourself ontop of a bullet-riddle woman, her wounds leaking black oil around your arms
>You fire off the six remaining rounds in your tiny thirty-two directly at Graham
>The grizzly grunts slightly while cocking back the rifle, unphased by your piddle of bullets
>You quickly hook your arms through the dead woman’s cold armpits, lifting her up in front of you
>Graham goes full auto, fire booming from the front of the barrel, air filled with the mist of black oil spraying from the dead woman in your arms
>You grit your teeth, as you shuffle sideways, tiny step by tiny step, closer to the exit
>Graham reloads again, cursing under his breath, your only thirty feet from the door, passing by the three surgeons, keeping their heads down
>You look back; you see the mountain lion glaring at you while one sheep surgeon swabs the blood from her broken teeth and jaw, the other at the side of the motionless wolf guard
>Graham quickly reloads his rifle before picking your discarded M-16 off the ground in his left hand. He easily holds both rifles like toys in his large paws
>You brace for impact as your thrusted back slightly, the volley of bullets from two guns tearing through the dead woman’s intestines, spilling out like molasses onto the floor
>You let out a cry, nearly dropping the cold pile of flesh, as you feel a hot slice of a bullet tear into your left forearm explode out the back
>You stumble back, tripping over a broken monitor as you spill the body onto the floor, black oil pouring from it’s chest and stomach like a tipped over tanker
>You quickly scamper to your feet and lunge for the open doorway only ten feet away
>A small trail of bullets skirts a centimeter behind your spine as you make it out into the hall
>Out in the dark hall, you release the small thirty-two’s empty magazine and slam in the second
>You hear the fee-fi-fo-fum stomping of Graham coming towards you
>You try to sprint as fast as you can down the hall, feet kicking up dust in your wake
>Your lungs hurt with the stale air as your heart throbs in your forehead
>*”Almost to the bend”
>You look back down the hall, over your shoulder, to see Graham lining up another shot, its red dot zipping side to side across your torso
>*”Not going to make it”
>You grab the railing to a medical supply cart and pull it in front of you, diving behind it for cover
>An overwhelming barrage of rounds cut through the cart like tin foil, shattering all the metal pans and utensils to shreds as they slash your robe and surface flesh to pieces
>One round strikes your left leg, shattering the bone inside
>You can feel blood soaking into the robe and bandages around your face as you scream out into the desolate hall
>You hear the loud, concrete, banging of the monsters feet on tile, all the way to the front of the mangled cart
>You point your little pistol out in front of you, holding your breath
>….
>Nothing but the distant screech of monitors
>A loud bang echos through your head as Graham easily swipes the cart against the wall, shattering its already mutilated body to pieces
> You unload your entire magazine into the hulking beast
>Graham’s fur ripples as the bullets enter his thick hide
>You keep clicking the trigger, hoping for one more bullet
>”I got ‘cha now skin” says the beast, leveling the barrel of his smoking rifle with your face
>The tip of the gun explodes with fire, its entire barrel shattering into a hundred pieces
>You’re showered with the rain of plastic and metal as the swatting sound of a hundred bullets quickly piercing flesh meets your ears
>Graham rocks and spasms as bullets riddle his flesh, pupils wide with shock
>You look back to see Dee, Tommy gun blazing
>The watch the familiar sight of forty-five bullet casings sprinkling over the floor
>You look back at Graham, waterfalls of blood pouring from open wounds in his grated, smoky button-up shirt
>The beast collapses over like a thick stone obelisk and slumping against the wall like a sack of rocks
>You look back at Dee, “Holy shit! Dee! You saved my ass again“
>Dee slings her tommy gun over her shoulder and scoops you up in her arms, “Don’t thank me yet, I am not pleased with you running off again, not at all darling”
>Dee rushes off down the hall towards the exit, you try to lift a finger to tell Dee about the file you grabbed
>”I don’t want to hear it” said Dee before you could get anything out
>You reach down and pull the thick file folder from your belt, your left arm reeling in bloody pain
“I got a copy of their records, now we can know what was going on here” you say looking at the folder, its front cover stuck with various bits of shrapnel
>”You almost got yourself killed for some records? Goddammnit darling! Those folders not worth your life!” said Dee angrily as the ceiling above her head blurred by, her pace quickening
”But….but it could help humanity…” you mumble
>“But it won’t replace you Twigs!” she growls through tearing up eyes
“Huh?”
>”I c-can’t lose a-another Sister, not another one, not now, not ever again!” choked Dee as you feel small tears drip down onto your torn up arm
“Dee…” you mumble
>“Never” Dee sobs back, her face drooping with mourning as she turns a sharp corner
>You hold the file close to your chest
>*”You might not have a choice Dee”

>You wrap your right arm around Dee’s neck as your left continues to seep blood, the stitches ruined
>You swipe a bandage kit from a passing cart, applying antiseptic and wrapping your arm and leg with the whole roll of bandages
>Dee guns down a handful of Graham’s guards as you both make your way to the exit
>No hospital staff tried to stop you, Dee flashing her teeth at anyone giving it the slightest thought
>Most kept to their patients; some gave you a look; most ignored you
>You make it out the front entrance and out into the street, all the sisters already on their bikes, waiting for you two
>”Come on! Whatever you two managed to do, its goanna get on us fast” said Tyler kicking over her bike, Riley glaring at you from the sidecar
>Dee plops you down between her thighs on the bike, turning over the large engine
>As soon as the Sisters bikes take off down the road south, multiple troop carriers pull up in front of the building
>They climb from the trucks and storm in the hospital
>*”Not a moment too soon….It looks like they don’t know who it is yet…We better make distance while we can”
>You try to squeeze Dee, you wain slightly as you feel your vision dip, too much blood lost
>You almost fall off the bike before Dee wraps a left arm around your chest; holding you close to her as she picks up speed
>You zoom down over a cast iron bridge covered in more graffiti and out onto route 5 South, gunning for LA
>”Hey sexyboy!” you hear Tyler yell out to you over the roaring engines
>You look to the right, seeing Riley glaring daggers into the back of Tyler’s skull from the sidecar
>”The Bastards! Gone!” Tyler blurts through excited gasps and backfires on the exhaust
>Tyler takes her hands off the wheel and slams them together, before spraying her fingers out like the waves of an explosion, Tyler making exploding sound effects with her mouth for added effect
>The bike kicks again, causing it to abruptly wobble before Riley firmly grabs the right handle, holding the bike in straight formation
>You can barely make out the curses that Riley flings at the sister, Tyler quickly apologizing for nearly flipping the both of them into the asphalt
>You continue down route 5, encountering very few sentients along the way
>And no signs of the Seattle army following you
>You thought you would’ve seen something trying to at least keep an eye on you
>Nothing
>Kent, Tacoma, Olympia
>Nothing
>Portland
>Nothing, no humans, only a handful of sentients, no one following
>You pull over for gas; a couple old sentients man the pumps as you climb off your bike
>Tyler jumps off her bike, Riley once more grabbing the handle and squeezing the front brake to a stop
>”They’re dead Twigs! They’re done!” screams the hyena, having held in the news for hours riding cautiously in front of her ever-watchful mother
>You flinch, the words punching you in the gut as you lean forward against the pump, “Whadyah mean? Who?” you say not looking at the hyperactive hyena

>The twin spills forth their day in a cascade of verbal diarrhea
>You manage to piece together the important parts
>”Me and mah sis were minding our business, searching over for any medical supplies we can use you know”
”Uh huh”
>”Right next to us is these two guards right? Over their walky talky things I could make out a state of emergency shout out for all troops to meet at the market. They specifically mentioned a bovine gang war starting” said Tyler putting a hand on your back
>You tense up a little bit
>”We go and follow after them yeah? The center of the trading block further into downtown was a fucking warzone” says Tinker as she makes explosion noises and bullet richoet noises with her mouth
>You tense up a little bit more
>”Gunfire going off in all directions. People dying, all of ‘em Bastards” says Tyler miming different charades of Bastards dying
>”Ah, it was brutal, you should have seen it” says Tyler giving you couple pats on the back while you struggle to pull out your second to last swisher, lighting it off of your rusted zippo and taking a drag
>Tinker lumbers up beside you and slaps you across the back, you cough, choking on the stale swisher fumes, “Hey sexyboy, did sis tell you about all the kill-“
>”YES I HEARD! GIMME SOME BREATHING ROOM HERE!” You throw your arms up and hobble limply away from the pump
>”Ok……sure…..” both sisters mumble out after you before looking at each other confused
> You stumble over to a hedge of rocks and sit down on the highest one facing out onto a plan of grass
>You pull out the bottle of painkillers and crush a couple more pills between your teeth
>You pull the fat manila folder out from your belt and tattered robe
>You flip open the folder onto the first page
>A thick medical document with a picture clipped onto it
>You grab the photo and hold it closer to your face
>It’s a row of different sentients, all wearing patient scrubs with varying faces of concern
>A little off center you see her, she’s little fatter in the pic but there’s no mistaking it
>It’s Delilah
>As shy as ever, shoulders shrunk, trying to hide behind larger animals, trying her best not to be noticed
>You also see another familiar hyena in the midst of the picture, wearing medical garb as she tries to herd the patients to move slightly further down for the photo
>Eve
>…
>You quickly scan through the document

>”It’s all our fault….everything” weeps the shell of a being, digging her bony face deeper into your chest
>”Woah, aren’t you being a little hard on yourself” you say looking down at the crumbling figure
>”Its…I-its not….I killed the world….we killed the world…..” Whimpered the hyena
>”Delilah…now your just exaggerating….your beating yourself up over nothing…” you say trying to run a calming hand over the creatures’ exposed spine
>”ITS NOT NOTHING!” snaps the beast lunging her jaws up towards your face, a psychotic look in her eye
>A look you’ve seen in two prior hyenas
>A haunted look
>A pained look
>Delilah quickly withdraws, collapsing back onto her butt as the sobbing continues with fresh wounds opened
>”We killed you…the rest of the team are dead, we killed them…..but its too late….too late for humanity, too late for you or anyone else”
”Who? What team?” you say confused
>”The news outlets said the war was ended abruptly because of low resources…It didn’t…..It ended because of the Reaper…..It ended because of us…..”
>”Uh huh” you continue confused
>”The bomb….the plague….it was initially meant to kill off sentients…beasts….Eve….”
”What? What about Eve?”
>”…… assistant to test subjects…..” , muttered Delilah trailing off, tired
>You kneel down against the pile of weeping bones and wrap a loving arm around the beast as her sobs carry down the pitch-black corridor

>	*“All documentation about the weapon has been thoroughly destroyed. All test subjects and personal involved in the creation of the aptly named “Reaper” were killed in what many assume was a government covering its tracks, though, there’s only rumors and here-say to back this up.
The most common rumor is that one of the sentient orderlies working the project somehow gained access and sabotaged the sample used in the initial test. To do something of this magnitude would take a great deal of knowledge and discretion. I assume this rumor persists simply for the beautiful irony of the entire thing, I wish it true if for nothing but a good story.
As far as I can find out, the virus was made by the United States in order to kill off the sentient forces of the Asiatic side. It was meant to be a show of force, seeing as how not many sentients fought on either side of the war.
This bomb was supposed to be a quick little test, a tiny footnote in the history books. It was such an insignificant test that nobody really knows the exact coordinates of where or when it even happened.
All we know for sure is the platoon of sentients it was initially launched against had no ill affects. The United States chalked the weapon up as a failure. What they didn’t realize is that they had created a platoon of carriers. The Reaper proved to be extremely mobile, jumping from host to host simply by being in the same air space. It spread through the Asiatic ranks like wildfire, killing humans off by the millions and infecting billions more. The United States was initially thrilled by these findings and was soon to declare a victory over the war. Those initial feelings quickly turned as the virus spread across the western hemisphere, devastating South America. The “Allies” tried their best to contain the spread but were too weak from the war to do much good other than slow it down. After the war had ended, many fled the radioactive east coast in search of a new home in what is now referred to as “The Great Migration”. Many humans chose Los Angeles as that rallying point while others chose Seattle.
Humans who were struck by the Reaper were hard to track, seeing as the virus can kill a person off randomly. Despite how long we observe, The TOD is always random or spontaneous. Sometimes people abruptly drop dead in their tracks at the first contact or they slowly liquefy from the inside out, their bodies slowing down bit by bit until they rot away in a state of suspended animation. We assume the virus does this in order to keep a viable carrier for long periods of time, continually feeding the virus until it has time to hop to another unfortunate host.
All we know for sure is that branching research on its affects on sentients has been negative. The humans best effort to create a sentient killing weapon failed. All they managed to do is seal their own fate. We will document the deterioration of the few last humans in our possession. Hopefully, its information will prove useful to future sentient generations. Our decedents will rise from the ashes of a world void of humans and their wasteful war“

- Doctor Suri [Head Surgeon, Project lead]