Revenge By Animal

After a man loses his wife to a gun his life spirals out of control

Just started this so it's unfinished for now.

Jason’s pov

 

I don’t know how it all happened so quickly. One day she was alive and the next under the ground. She, my wife, had gotten gunned down by a random man. He started shooting the gun everywhere, and to my bad luck and being at the wrong place at the wrong time, she got shot.

 

The day after my wife died my life became unbearable. I didn’t want to do anything but sit down on my couch, watch TV, eat, sleep, and poop. A week after the phone rang. “Yes?” I answered.

“Jason, this is your boss, Harold. I’m calling to tell you that you no longer have a job with Green Enterprises. You haven’t been making any contact with us since that tragic incident, and I’m afraid the board has decided that you’ll be better off not working here. That is all, goodbye.”

“Bye,” I said with a blank face staring at the screen in front of me and hung up.

 

2 weeks later, I realized that I needed more food. I bought milk, cookies, chips, blue Hawaiian punch, bread, and thin turkey slices. I got back home from shopping and found a man taping an eviction notice to my front door. He saw me making my way up the driveway, said, “G’day sir,” and drove off in his white pickup. How can this possibly be a good day? The landlord was evicting me for crying out loud! I read the notice in my head silently to myself. “You have 31 days to pack your stuff and get out. Whether you find some place to stay or not, I don’t care. Just be ready to get out.”

 

A month passed. I got out of the house immediately, but left all my furniture and collectibles inside. They’ll find a way to make use of it. I hid in the backyard as I saw the landlord knock on the door then unlock it with a key.

 

I spread my wings and flew. I already decided on the next place to live in. The zoo. The perfect place for a man with no money, no house, and no family. I get free food too, and I can leave anytime I want, unlike these locked up animal prisoners. Maybe I could be an old hermit crab. I saw the zoo up ahead and flew right in.

 

I finally landed where the otters were kept. Their water was amazingly clean and the first thing I needed was a bath. I transformed back into my depressed human self and jumped in. So glad the zoo closes after 7.

 

The otters were all asleep on nearby dry land so there was no chance in me being attacked. They may be cute but they also can be vicious. I bathed in their cool, fresh water then washed my previous clothes and laid them out to dry. I transformed into a bald eagle and flew down to the gift shop, crashing through the shop windows. It comes with perks to be able to transform into any animal. With my good eagle eyes, I spotted a tiny camera in a corner of the store. I paid it no mind in my confidence that I’ll never be caught. I took a t-shirt that read, “The Zoo-An escape from reality,” in my strong beak and flew it back to the otters’ exhibit. I transformed into an otter, laid down on my soaking wet clothes, and fell into a deep sleep.

 

 

Jane’s pov

 

The sun was shining bright and early this morning. I quickly washed up and put on my white sundress. I rushed to the car and sped my way to the zoo. Going to the zoo everyday always kept me in a light and airy mood. I loved animals, and I worked as a veterinarian there. Part of my job was to also make sure none of the animals were too sad and depressed. I also fed most of the animals since we were low on employees and I was the most attached to the animals. We tried to set up the best possible way for each animal to live while still trying to maintain the naturalness of the animals’ habitats.

 

I saw the zoo’s parking lot in sight, and wasting no time, I parked in an employee’s only parking space. I noticed a couple of police cars in the lot. I wondered what happened. I casually strolled inside and immediately saw what the big deal was. The gift shop had been broken in too. I made my way rapidly to the gift shop and asked the cashier what happened.

 

“How should I know? Came back this morning and saw the shop like this,” he answered disdainfully.

 

I looked over one of the policeman’s shoulders and saw that he was watching the surveillance. I observed it along with him. What I saw truly shocked me. A bird, an endangered one at that, busted into the shop’s windows and took off with a shirt. Well, this was a job for the police, I decided. I had no intention of getting further involved and walked towards the part of the zoo with most of the water animals.

 

I fed the crocs and alligators fresh fish that was caught. I fed the water fowl fresh fish also. Next, I moved on to the otters. They were all still asleep, as usual, and that’s when I noticed something out of the ordinary, an otter sleeping on a couple of clothes with a zoo shirt nearby. I then noticed that there usually are 3 otters not 4. The otters took a liking to me, and I guess so did all of the animals since I’ve been feeding them for the past 5 years. I unlocked the glass door that leads me inside the exhibit and slowly, carefully, made my way to the sleeping otter separated by all the others.

 

He suddenly woke up, saw me inching my way towards him, and flopped into the water. “Why’d you take the shirt?” I asked, thinking that I’m crazy for talking to an animal. I didn’t really expect an answer, who ever does while speaking to an animal.

 

“I needed clothes,” a man’s voice replied. The otter then went underwater. Normally I would have taken off at the sound of his voice but there was something about the way he said it. He said it in a way that made it sound sad, and from that moment on, I was determined to make him happier, whatever he was.

 

 

Jason’s pov

 

The moment that girl discovered me I’ve been trying to find a different animal to disguise as. I couldn’t have her going to people and telling them what she saw and heard, even if they’ll probably only think of her as crazy. I also didn’t want to be bothered by her, and most of all, she reminded me of my wife although I couldn’t quite figure out how.

 

I ditched the idea of eating zoo animal food. I turned back into a human and hurriedly put on the shirt and my previously worn jeans. I then morphed into a mallard, one of the fastest birds on earth, and flew out of the zoo, to the nearest fast food place. I still can’t believe how fast my life went downhill. I saw a BK. As a lady was handing a drive-thru customer his food, I swooped down, clutched the bag between my talons (being a bird really comes in handy) and flew off with his paid food. I felt like a thieving scavenger.

 

I was flying to Gateway Park, the nearest one next to the zoo, when I felt that I was in danger. I turned my little mallard head around and spotted a red-tailed hawk. I wasn’t clear on what he wanted, me or my food, but I flew my wings as fast as they could go.

The hawk finally got tired of the chase and went to stalk down some other type of prey.

 

I sat down on the park bench and discovered that this bag was a mangy kids’ meal. It had 4 chicken nuggets, a small fruit punch, and a small thing of fries. Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers and I was already hungry enough. No need to starve myself because of stubbornness.

 

I was halfway through with my meal when a light bulb popped up in my head. I knew what I had to do. Avenge my wife.