An alarm sounded somewhere. Somewhere nearby.
Charlie trotted over to the window and hopped up against the window ledge.
"Oh, God," he breathed, "It's not just us"
"What?" Greg gaped and bound up beside him.
The dark street below was littered with abandoned cars. Amidst them were animals. All kinds of animals. A horse galloped past a hyena, who yelled at him. A pack of dogs with mixed breeds was prowling amidst the dumpsters. And as they watched, a flamingo flew past the window.
"It's a disease," Charlie worked out.
"It must turn us into our animal selves," Greg decided.
"What does that mean?"
"Like, what we'd be if we were animals"
"I am NOT a goat!"
"You so are!"
"I am not!"
"You're bleating now"
Charlie grumbled to himself.
They watched the city in chaos. A fire broke out in the distance.
"What do we do?"
"What can we do?"