WARNING: THIS STORY SHOULD NOT BE READ BY THE SENSITIVE. THIS IS A DEPRESSING STORY WRITTEN BY SOMEONE WHO IS DESENSITIZED, AND DOESN'T KNOW WHEN ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.
The setting of this story is in a world different from ours, where years are 1200 days long instead of 365, which is why the year is 1642. This actually takes place in a world more technologically advanced than ours, as you'll see later in the story.
I actually came up with the idea for this story when I was out jogging with my dog late at night. We were both pretty tired so we stopped for a moment. I found an old forgotten water fountain, and I found a bowl. I drank some of the water and filled the bowl up, giving it to my dog to drink. As we sat there together under the low, flickering light with no one else around, I thought 'Dang, it feels like we're surviving in an apocalypse.'
I went home later that day, and wrote this. There will be more later on. I have some ideas for some more situations I'd like to happen here. Many of them will be tragic, but one or two of them may be fortunate.
Comment if you want more

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Day 282 of Autumn, Year 1642, 7:02 AM

My brother, Veli, suggested that I start a diary so that I can get all of my thoughts out, as well as document the events that are happening around us. He also wants me to be the one to write this, because he believes that I have a natural gift for writing, and that I sound much older than I actually am. He believes that somebody may find this journal someday and use it as a reference for the Black Holocaust, as its being called. So, let me explain myself.

Hello. My name is Tripp Hunter. I have an older brother named Veli Hunter, as you know. We are both anthro gray wolves. I am 10, and my older brother is 17. My clothes are old and torn, my oversized blue jeans are shredded up from being worn constantly, and since I often have to crawl on my knees to get in places, my knees are always scraped up and bleeding. My muddy boots are too big, and my gray pullover hoodie is full of holes and patches, with a few blood stains. My brother’s gray cargo pants are also full of holes, his darker grey jacket all dirty and his right arm bandaged up with a shredded white t-shirt, but at least his boots fit him right. Right now, we are ‘squatting’, as Veli called it, in a half destroyed building. We chose this one since it’s made primarily of concrete, and our gray clothing and fur helps us blend in. The sky is completely covered in clouds, and it looks like it might start raining any moment. I hope it doesn’t. It’s already so cold, even with my hoodie and fur. I know its only going to get worse too, since it’s only the 282nd day of Autumn, and it will be Winter in 28 days. I am dreading it. The fact that my knees still hurt doesn't help. Why couldn't Veli find me some nicer, warmer clothes?!

If you’re wondering why we’re alone, it’s because the rest of our family is gone. We were home when it happened. They came rushing down the streets in their big armored vehicles, kicking down doors and killing any anthros they could find. Veli and I were practically shoved out a window by dad moments before we watched him get shot. We both managed to find a tree we could climb and hide in, and we watched as all around us, our kind were gunned down and our houses were burned. I was only 7 at the time, but the sight of watching my dad die in front of me still haunts me, even in my sleep in the form of nightmares. We have been running, trying to survive ever since.

Oh, right, I should probably talk- or should I say, write about what’s happening right now. My kind are being hunted down and killed. We are seen as a flaw, a manifestation of ‘a man and a beast’, as the bad people that are trying to kill us. Veli says they're wrong, and I believe they are too. They’re not trying to just kill us wolves. They're gonna kill the felines, the rabbits… everybody that is considered ‘too unusual’, which in their eyes, includes all of us anthros. I hear that Vermogen himself ordered them to kill us. In case you don’t know who Vermogen is, he is the spirit of power and change, and is one of the spirits who brought the world into existence. Some even say he is a deity. Others say he isn't manifested of anything and is simply another spirit who happens to have a lot of power.

The sad part is, the only time I've seen anthros helping other anthros this whole time, other than Veli helping me or me helping Veli, is when Veli shares some of our food or water or bandages with another fur who needs it. Why is nobody else helping the other anthros? Wouldn't we all have a much better chance of survival if we helped each other out?

Veli says that we will continue heading through Espere to a city called Lape in a few hours, where he has heard word of a refugee camp for us anthros. I gotta say, Veli has been optimistic this entire time. It seems like nothing phases him. Oh, that reminds me of an incident that happened yesterday that I want to write about.

I had wandered away from Veli because I had to go to the bathroom, and as I was walking back to him, a few scary looking guys approached me. To my surprise, they were anthros too; a bear, a wolf like me, and a coyote. The bear had a tire iron, the wolf an aluminum baseball bat, and the coyote a lead pipe, and they all looked as if they hadn’t slept in days. They were demanding my food, even though I told them over and over again that I don't have food. They thought I was lying, and they threatened to kill me if I didn't give them my food. I was terrified and I kept backing down the alley, and I felt like crying. But then, my brother came up behind me and he tried reasoning with them. Veli is a pacifist, especially towards other anthros. They in turn turned their attention to him, but refused to listen to reason. Veli then grabbed my wrist, and we ran away from the scary guys. We ran into a nearby building, and Veli locked it as fast as he could. We could hear the scary guys trying to bash down the door with their weapons, so Veli grabbed me and we kept moving through the building.

The lights were flickering on and off, and all around us were the decaying bodies of my fellow anthros, all full of bullet wounds. The smell was awful, and the sight of all of them was even worse. Some of them died with makeshift weapons in their hands, others clutching loved ones moments before they died. The sight alone soon became too much for me, and I broke down in tears. I was so terrified, I thought that I’d end up like them. But Veli was there. He kneeled down and he hugged me, and when I told him I couldn't go on, he picked me up and he began carrying me through the building, telling me to keep my eyes closed. He eventually found another exit, and we took shelter for the night in the half destroyed building we are in right now.

I can't tell you how many times that kind of thing has happened to me, and Veli ahs came to my rescue. I really do love Veli. He is my only friend. When I am weak, he is strong. When I am hungry, he gives me his food. When I am thirsty, he gives me his water. He quite literally carries me through the toughest times in my life. Even before the black Holocaust, back when things were normal, he was kind to me, always there for me. He was my best friend, and he always will be. I love him.