In the morning cold, the friends found themselves, not in warm beds but in a freezing tent. Their body heat seeped out through the thin shell of the three season polyester. The first one to wake was Benj with a disconcerting stomach pang that told him he better be up and out. When he looked around, trying to remember what they were all doing here, he noted that during the night they had changed. It seemed that when asleep or unconscious they changed to the form that had so unwontedly taken them from the safety of their homes.
He looked at himself as best as possible. He had coal grey fur and on one shoulder a large white star stretched over it and down his back. What probably scared him more than seeing himself all furry was a waging tail down on the other end of him. He closed his eyes and willed himself as he was before the RWE had hit.
He wrapped red, chapped, freezing hands around his knees. He tried to breathe the ice-like air without coughing. The brush of wolf fur around him was disconcerting. How can this be happening? He asked himself. He grabbed his clothes up from under him. The top of the clothes that he had slept on were warm from his body heat, but the bottom that had come in contact with the tent base and tarp had small flecks of ice clinging to it. He quickly dressed, peeking at the rest of the group. His heart beat faster, thinking of Zola. He got up and let himself out of the tent to cross the road into the forest for some morning privacy.
During the time that he was gone, the others slowly awoke to this new nightmare that was going to haunt them for a long time to come. It took a while before all of them changed to human form.
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