but there is something very wrong with these animals. They didn’t want to eat dog and cat food. They wanted to eat flesh.
“What the fuck is going on?” she repeats as she dials the phone.
2
“Austin Animal Control, how can I help you?” the bored voice on the phone asks.
“I need to get a few guys out here with cages and trucks. I have some very odd acting animals over here.” Julie tries to remain calm, but even she can hear her voice trembling. Jim is in the other room, passed out from the pain of the attack. It is killing Julie to have to call animal control, because these people are the ones that put animals to sleep. After what she has just witnessed, she is scared shitless.
“Could you please tell me the nature of the problem?” asks the operator.
“The nature of the problem is that I have a room full of psychotic fucking animals and I need help removing them.” She can’t believe what she is doing or saying. If someone had told her five years ago that she would one day be on the phone with the city begging them to come out and take a bunch of animals, she would have rolled her green eyes and walked away laughing.
“I need you to remain calm, please.” She hears him typing on the computer. “I need to know the exact nature of your problem. How many animals are involved, what types of animals are they, and has anyone been injured?”
Julie takes a deep breath. She is about to fucking lose it. “I run an animal rescue shelter in Hyde Park. A guy came around a few days ago with a ton of runaways and strays that needed help. There’s about a total of fifteen to twenty-five animals.” She can almost hear that bastard yawning on the line. “This morning when my partner and I went to feed them, they attacked him. It’s pretty bad.” That seems to have gotten his attention. She can almost hear him bolt upright in his chair.
“The animals attacked you?” he asks, concerned.
“Yes. Well, just the cats. When he went to open the cat cage to feed them, they jumped on his hand and really tore him up. Then those cats killed four of my house pets.” Julie hears nothing on the other line. After a few minutes, she hears the man typing and talking into another phone.
“Please hold the line,” he says, very sternly and to the point.
Ten seconds pass before another man answers the phone. “Thanks for holding. This is George. You say you work at a shelter with a lot of aggressive animals?”
The hair on Julie’s arms stand up. She couldn't explain it, but this guy sounded like he was military.
“Yes,” she answers hesitantly.
“Can you tell me where you got the animals?” George asks.
“A couple guys brought them by a few days ago. I told all this to the first guy. Who are you again? Is this still animal control?” George ignores her questions. “All the information you can give us will help us help you quicker.” Something in the back of Julie’s mind tells her that ‘George’ isn’t all that interested in helping her.
“Look,” she finally says. “Are you going to send someone over?”
“They’re already on the way.”
“Already on the way? I never gave you my address.” Julie trembles. “Who the fuck are you? Look, I need some help. My friend is hurt really bad and I need to get these goddamn animals out of here.”
“You have a hurt friend?” George asks. “Was he injured by one of the animals?”
“Yes. Look, I told all this to the other guy. What the fuck is going on here?”
George ignores her. “Was your friend attacked by the animals? Was he bitten?”
Julie hangs up. She sits there for a minute, staring at the phone. She picks it back up to call for an ambulance when she sees a figure walk by the backdoor. She only catches a glimpse, but she could have sworn he was wearing green army fatigues. She freezes. There is definitely something fucked up
“What the fuck is going on?” she repeats as she dials the phone.
2
“Austin Animal Control, how can I help you?” the bored voice on the phone asks.
“I need to get a few guys out here with cages and trucks. I have some very odd acting animals over here.” Julie tries to remain calm, but even she can hear her voice trembling. Jim is in the other room, passed out from the pain of the attack. It is killing Julie to have to call animal control, because these people are the ones that put animals to sleep. After what she has just witnessed, she is scared shitless.
“Could you please tell me the nature of the problem?” asks the operator.
“The nature of the problem is that I have a room full of psychotic fucking animals and I need help removing them.” She can’t believe what she is doing or saying. If someone had told her five years ago that she would one day be on the phone with the city begging them to come out and take a bunch of animals, she would have rolled her green eyes and walked away laughing.
“I need you to remain calm, please.” She hears him typing on the computer. “I need to know the exact nature of your problem. How many animals are involved, what types of animals are they, and has anyone been injured?”
Julie takes a deep breath. She is about to fucking lose it. “I run an animal rescue shelter in Hyde Park. A guy came around a few days ago with a ton of runaways and strays that needed help. There’s about a total of fifteen to twenty-five animals.” She can almost hear that bastard yawning on the line. “This morning when my partner and I went to feed them, they attacked him. It’s pretty bad.” That seems to have gotten his attention. She can almost hear him bolt upright in his chair.
“The animals attacked you?” he asks, concerned.
“Yes. Well, just the cats. When he went to open the cat cage to feed them, they jumped on his hand and really tore him up. Then those cats killed four of my house pets.” Julie hears nothing on the other line. After a few minutes, she hears the man typing and talking into another phone.
“Please hold the line,” he says, very sternly and to the point.
Ten seconds pass before another man answers the phone. “Thanks for holding. This is George. You say you work at a shelter with a lot of aggressive animals?”
The hair on Julie’s arms stand up. She couldn't explain it, but this guy sounded like he was military.
“Yes,” she answers hesitantly.
“Can you tell me where you got the animals?” George asks.
“A couple guys brought them by a few days ago. I told all this to the first guy. Who are you again? Is this still animal control?” George ignores her questions. “All the information you can give us will help us help you quicker.” Something in the back of Julie’s mind tells her that ‘George’ isn’t all that interested in helping her.
“Look,” she finally says. “Are you going to send someone over?”
“They’re already on the way.”
“Already on the way? I never gave you my address.” Julie trembles. “Who the fuck are you? Look, I need some help. My friend is hurt really bad and I need to get these goddamn animals out of here.”
“You have a hurt friend?” George asks. “Was he injured by one of the animals?”
“Yes. Look, I told all this to the other guy. What the fuck is going on here?”
George ignores her. “Was your friend attacked by the animals? Was he bitten?”
Julie hangs up. She sits there for a minute, staring at the phone. She picks it back up to call for an ambulance when she sees a figure walk by the backdoor. She only catches a glimpse, but she could have sworn he was wearing green army fatigues. She freezes. There is definitely something fucked up
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