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

The cafe filled with the sounds of screaming and glass shattering. 


“How in the hell did he find you so fast?” Eddie asked as the three of them huddled under their table. 


“He must have been staking out Sebastian’s.” Felicia gasped. She was trying to think of a way out of this, but they seemed to be trapped. 


“The kitchen is behind us,” Eddie said. “We can try and sneak out that way.” 


“We can’t just leave these people alone with this maniac!” 


“What the hell are we supposed to do? We don’t exactly have any weapons.” Kirk pointed out to her. “So what do we do?” 


Peering out from under the table, Felicia saw the gunman looking around for them, but he hadn’t seemed to spot them yet. 


“Where is she?!” He shouted, grabbing their waitress and pointing his gun at her. 


“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” The frightened waitress cried out, squeezing her eyes shut as the gun was pressed to her temple. 


“Tell me where she is, or I swear to God that I’ll blow your brains out!” 


Chapter 36