Dreamer scowled around him as he slowed down to navigate the street full of corpses ---- mostly furries ---- and junk.  There were even holes here and there, and he didn't particularly want to know what had made them.<br/><br/>Humans were leading bound furries around, dragging them into gruesomely-decorated buildings.  The furries, nearly all of them bovine, equine, ovine, or porcine, were all trudging along with bewildered, defeated looks.  The few that occasionally drew up the courage to resist would be shot or stabbed on the spot... and the humans weren't always merciful enough to remove the corpse from the line of horrified furs.<br/><br/>"Keep down and keep quiet back there..." he whispered, knowing Sherra would hear him.<br/><br/>As he continued south, nearing the outer edge of the city ---- and Maeve's farm, just beyond ---- more scenes of ruination were all around him.  He almost came to a stop when he spotted four human men nearby, completely stripped, with the feebly-kicking legs of what looked to be a nude cat-girl sliding down one man's throat.<br/><br/>Distracted, he winced when the front wheel passed over a corpse's leg, and slowed down even more.  The next thing he knew, two heavily-armed men were banging on the roof of the car.  He noticed what looked to be a Grenade Gun in one man's hand and decided driving away wouldn't be a good idea.<br/><br/>"Hey, bro!" one of the two shouted.  He pointed real quickly at the corpse still on the hood.  "You came from Kree, right?  Does Shark have a message for us?"<br/><br/>Dreamer forced himself to grin, though he wanted nothing more than to reach through the window with his right arm, grab the bastard's scrotum, and rip it off.<br/><br/>"I'm not an official messenger, just ahead of the gang," he patted the steering wheel with his left hand, keeping his right hand over the crushed section of it.  "But, yeah, two messages, actually, bro.  First one's for as many people as possible to head to Kree.  He wants to give a grand speech, and show those pussies outside of SharkLand that we mean business.  None of this "equality" bullshit."<br/><br/>He leaned out just a bit.<br/><br/>"He also wants to know if you guys caught the cow that used to think she was in charge around here.  He caught the rest of 'em, so he must want dessert, know what I mean?"<br/><br/>His right arm twitched, twice, but he kept it under control.  He hoped the two rebels would mistake it for excitement, if they even noticed it.<br/><br/>He also hoped to Heaven that Sherra would keep Feldana quiet, and that they had remembered to lock the doors...