Forty-eight hours and twenty two minutes after the first reported infection, the nearby town of Franklin had been almost completely overwhelmed. Baby anthropomorphic animals played endless games in the streets, seemingly unopposed by any humans.
But there was one house in the town that they had not invaded. It was the residence of one Samuel Davis, a ham radio operator and dedicated electronics enthusiast. By a stunning stroke of luck, Sam had discovered one of the few means of defending himself against the infected: lullabies.
By continually playing lullabies over the jury-rigged loudspeakers outside his house, any approaching furs quickly found themselves too drowsy to continue. When they woke up, they would inevitably wander off in search of something more exciting. Knowing that the gas generators powering his sound system would eventually fail, Sam sent out hourly broadcasts with his radio transmitter requesting rescue as well as trying to inform any remaining uninfected of his discovery.
In between the messages, he kept a cautious eye on the masses of anthro children outside. He had watched the outbreak spread from a mere handful of victims to the entire town, and a strange trend was developing. It seemed that the most recently infected were the least cheerful of the group. He didn't know how much of the victim's former self remained after the infection, but it looked to him that the latest victims seemed the most aware of their predicament. They wandered the town crying, and their calls for help were so wrenching that he had almost let them inside. But it was just too risky...he needed to know more.
Was the infection getting weaker? Was it some sort of elaborate trick? He hoped he would get an answer soon.