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Flexible Survival: New Arrival

David Silver

Copyright 2010 by David Silver

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The helicopter's rotors roared as it lifted up and away, leaving me on top of the large building that I would be calling home. They said I would be given food, lodging, and a job here. Zephyr Inc. I think I read about it once or twice before it all went south. They made some drugs or something. Never kept much on top of that sort of thing. I still wasn't very interested, except that it was up to them if I lived or not.

Life got a little crazy since P day, mutants everywhere. Most of the normal people, like me, had died off, became mutants themselves, or were still in hiding. They found me hiding. It seemed the farther away from the cities you went, the less likely you were to be found, by anyone, mutant or not. It seemed like a great idea until the food started to run out. I knew I should have paid more attention when I was in the scouts.

I was led to the elevator as it swished open. I shrieked like a girl. Standing there was a tall blue person. He had blue fur over most of his body, feathers across his head. A grin was on his beak. Could beaks smiles? He was doing a good job of it. "Welcome to Zephyr Inc!" he said eagerly, "I'm the pilot. Any time you need a ride past that first one, I'll be the guy for it." He grabbed for my hand and shook eagerly. Gryphon, that's what he was. He had the tail of a lion, and the head of a hawk, or eagle or something. He was dressed like a newscaster, with an aviator jacket and some goggles that draped lightly over his forehead.

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