Another day, another dollar. You've finished your day at the Terrasin Inc. Dieselplex and managed to get through your shift yet again. Life hasn't been too bad, despite what you might say. You have your own place (with a roach problem), a car (in the shop), even a bit of money in your account (for this month's rent and a trip to the grocery store at most). Things are looking up!

The walk home is quiet as normal, a stroll through the streets is perfect for clearing your head. As you scroll through your phone, you see what a cheery state the country is in.

That feeling in your chest sets in, the desire to do something, the desire to help out around your community.

That feeling is quickly snuffed out by the human urge to spend your time between shifts sleeping. Like having an urge to clean at 2am when you have work at 7am.

You take your shortcut through the park and notice things you never did. The trees are thicker, the woods are darker, the path is slowly breaking apart from concrete to cobblestone to dirt.

You can't help but think, "I know I haven't gone this way in a while but...this feels...off..."

You're certain home is this way and the road is just ahead, but as you wall, the trees feel endless. Soon the sound of traffic is gone and you're sprinting back the way you came.

The sidewalk never appears, the trees grow larger and thicker, strange sounds echo through the night.

In your panic, you trip over a stone and hit the dirt, knocked unconscious on impact.

You feel the warmth of sunlight on your face and a nudging feeling on your chest "Dammit...it's awake. Guess I don't get to try sentient flesh after all."

You open your eyes and see a tall fox standing next to you. You look around for who spoke. "Hello? Who's there? I could hear you!"

The fox glares at you. "Who else, dumbass? It was I, the beautiful vixen, Vista!" She looks down her snout at you and whips her tail in disbelief a stranger in the woods had never heard of her.