No one knows how it started. Domestic animals began to go wild, reverting to their primal states and lashing out at their owners. Felicia Owens, CDC scientist in Los Angeles, was attacked out of the blue by her cat. Now, Felicia is fighting bouts of irritability, anger, and outright primal rage. When others begin acting in a similar way, Felicia realizes that she needs to figure out what’s going on and how to cure it before it’s too late. Maybe it already is.

Primal Instincts

Felicia had an extremely fitful sleep that night, to say the least. When she woke up the following morning, she felt even more tired than when she had gone to bed the previous night. 


Venturing into the kitchen, she saw that Kirk was already making breakfast. 


“You look like shit.” She commented, Kirk didn’t look like he had slept all that well, either. 


“Well good morning to you too.” Kirk retorted. “Glad to see that you’re talking again.” 


“Last night, you hardly talked, the only time you talked was to that cop.” 


“Sorry, I don’t remember much about last night. Just…you know.” 


“Yeah…I know that you’re probably not feeling very hungry, but you need to eat something. I’m making pancakes, and there’s juice and milk in the fridge if you’re thirsty. Or I could make a pot of coffee.” 


Chapter 9