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

With Eddie and Kirk still passed out on the couch, Felicia knew that she wasn’t going to be getting any help from them. She grabbed her keys, and after a moment’s thought, she also grabbed a butcher’s knife. There might wind up being a fight between her and the Great Dane, she wanted to put the odds slightly more in her favor. 


Felicia drove like a bat out of hell to Hank’s house, screeching to a halt outside of his house. 


Hank was sitting at the curb, looking like he was in a daze, much like Felicia had been the night before. Hank was also covered in blood, and Felicia had a gut feeling that not all of it was his. 


Felicia got out of the car, sitting down beside Hank on the curb. 


“I don’t understand…” Hank whispered. “We’ve had Brutus ever since he was a puppy, he was the most gentlest dog on Earth.” 


Chapter 11