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<br/>​</div>Bridget couldn't remember much from the night before as the sound of her alarm blaring from her cellphone woke her from a deep sleep. One hand rubbed at the crust that had started to form around her eyes, preventing them from opening completely as the other smacked the small table next to her bed to try to find the source of such a dreadful sound. Her fingers finally found it and quickly ended the alarm as she managed to crack her eyes open to see the sun trying to peek through the curtains of her bedroom. A glance to her left told her that her fiancé, Cole, hadn't yet awoken which was rather strange considering that he was usually gone for work by the time she ever woke up in the morning.<br/><br/>"Babe." She touched his back, giving him a gentle push but no sound came from him, not even a groan of protest that would have told her that he had simply slept through his alarm. "Babe?" Whatever grogginess that had clouded her mind from her night of rest was quickly washed away from the adrenaline that she could feel pumping through her veins as she gave him another push. Nothing. The woman started to panic as she shifted on the bed, pushing the blankets off of her naked form as she put both hands on his back and gave him a rather forceful shake.<br/><br/>"Cole?!"<i>Nothing. </i>"Oh fuck." The blankets had been ripped away from him as she tried to roll him over but his body felt like nothing more than dead weight. Her ear quickly pressing against his back told her that he was, as she had feared... gone. There was no pulse, no sound of his heart beating inside of his body, nor were there any sounds of his lungs taking in or releasing air.<br/><br/>She could feel her eyes start to fill with the hot stinging tears as she climbed off of the bed as fast as she could, grabbing her phone as she fled her bedroom to get away from what used to be her beloved. Her breathing was coming in too fast and shallow and she knew if she didn't calm herself down that she would end up hyperventilating and passing out. Her hand trembling as she struggled to unlock her phone and press the numbers<i>9-1-1.<br/>
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"911, what is your emergency?"</i>Even now she didn't feel like what was happening was real. There was no way. Last night they had fallen asleep cuddled together after hours of intimate love. Had he had a heart attack in his sleep? Had he been sick? Bridget couldn't remember anything from the night before, all she knew was that she felt.. different. Powerful, even.<br/><br/>"Uh my fiancé isn't breathing... I-I think he's dead." As she spoke the words, her voice struggling to say it coherently, she could feel the tears she had been holding back flooding down her cheeks as she sank to the floor outside of the bedroom door and cried into her hands. The phone landing on the floor next to her and the operator on the phone asking her questions that would go unanswered.<br/><br/><i>What the fuck... where am I?</i><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimages-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com%2Ff%2Fa73f4a7c-1122-4326-91a4-512ce0aefacf%2Fdcdpqo8-2c88454d-f0ef-4161-99e3-78ff8d7ea359.jpg%3Ftoken%3DeyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvYTczZjRhN2MtMTEyMi00MzI2LTkxYTQtNTEyY2UwYWVmYWNmXC9kY2RwcW84LTJjODg0NTRkLWYwZWYtNDE2MS05OWUzLTc4ZmY4ZDdlYTM1OS5qcGcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.HE8xV46YgaXdKmEPlXnjWY07Cf2fulhsvoJ_eQU4a3Y&amp;hash=20cca7117d81e85835b476db92fe3da2" href="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/a73f4a7c-1122-4326-91a4-512ce0aefacf/dcdpqo8-2c88454d-f0ef-4161-99e3-78ff8d7ea359.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvYTczZjRhN2MtMTEyMi00MzI2LTkxYTQtNTEyY2UwYWVmYWNmXC9kY2RwcW84LTJjODg0NTRkLWYwZWYtNDE2MS05OWUzLTc4ZmY4ZDdlYTM1OS5qcGcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.HE8xV46YgaXdKmEPlXnjWY07Cf2fulhsvoJ_eQU4a3Y" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Lillian</a>thought to herself as her eyes opened. The last things she remembered were the strange lights from the mountain, she had been driving along the path and she had wrecked her truck. Yet here she lay curled up in a pile of dried leaves in the middle of the forest and a panicked glance around told her that her truck was nowhere near her. She opened her mouth to scream but the sound that came from her was nowhere near being human.<br/><br/><i>What?! </i>Mouth opened and closed as she tried to verbalize something, anything, but nothing came. She stood up and she immediately knew that this wasn't right. Her body was standing closer to the ground than it should be and she wasn't standing on two legs... no. She was standing on four. Golden eyes looked down to reveal a set of four fur covered paws. Slowly she raised one of the front paws and looked at it quizzically.<i>What the fuck am I?</i><br/><br/>Her head whipped over her shoulder and her eyes went wide from shock as she saw not just a single tail but nine. Her paws scurried as she tried to run away from her own body, all nine of her tails splayed out in a great display of red fur as she ran through the woods. Zigzagging through the trees, bark catching spots of her fur here and there as she did so. Only stopping when she felt like she was out of both breath and energy when she came to a cliff that overlooked her home of Perrytown. What had really happened last night? Had her transformation had something to do with those damned lights from the night before? There was only one way to find out. She needed to find the source of the lights... but how was she going to do anything when she appeared to be trapped in such a form?<br/><br/>Leopold felt<i>cold. </i>He hated the feeling of being cold and he didn't understand why he would be feeling such a way when he slept with not one blanket but two every night to avoid such a sensation. His eyes opened to reveal that he was laying in the exact spot he had been when he had fallen asleep last night and was covered with the two blankets still. So why did he feel so cold? He pushed himself up with his hands and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He was fully clothed in the plaid pajama set that he adored and his feet were covered with black socks and yet he was still so cold.<br/><br/>His feet touched the floor and he stood, feeling rather weightless and dizzy as he did so but he pushed the thought out of his mind as he crossed the room from his bed to look at the thermometer that was positioned directly next to his bedroom door.<b>72 degrees Fahrenheit.  </b><br/><br/>There was no way that reading was right, no way. His arms crossed over his chest as he used both of his hands to rub the opposite arm in an attempt to warm himself up through the long sleeved shirt. He turned but he was in mid-pivot when he stopped, his mouth falling open and his brows furrowing as he couldn't understand what exactly he was looking at. He was standing next to his bedroom door and yet... there he was pleasantly tucked in his bed under his two blankets appearing to be peacefully asleep.<br/><br/>"Am I dead?" Oddly enough the older man felt no fear as his hands felt absently at himself. He felt solid and yet he didn't. His feet were light on the floor and no sounds were made when he took a step. Not to mention just how absolutely cold he felt. "I'm dead. I have to be." He had approached his sleeping form on the bed and leaned over it, seeming to study every line and wrinkle that he could see on his face. One finger reached out to touch himself on the cheek, the sensation although being created on one body was felt through the other but it was almost like an echo of its former self.<br/><br/>"Huh." Was the only sound that came from him as he stood back up and quickly exited his bedroom, he wasn't running but he felt like he was covering a small distance with great speed and he soon found himself standing on his front porch. Seeing the sun rising in the distance over the mountains around their little valley. He had always felt alone and there was something about this new experience that felt absolutely<i>freeing. </i>While standing on his porch he raised his arms in the air and let out a yell, unsure if anyone would actually be able to hear him or not.