Chapter 32

The herd of zebras had grown much larger since the fall of man. It seemed that the two-legged ones had lost interest in hunting the striped animals and so the zebras were allowed to spread and procreate as nature intended with little hindrance beyond the occasional predator, for those beasts with fang and claw were spreading just as rapidly these days. Sometimes the two-legs that were no longer alive would attempt to devour a member of the herd, but that kind were easy enough to outdistance; no problem at all really. You could smell them from miles away.

So it was with some amount of surprise that the herd took flight when, out of nowhere, the bright light appeared on the grasslands and a group of two-legs emerged from within a cloud of billowing fog. But these beings were different from those to which the zebras were accustomed. These were taller and thinner and smelled wrong. Smelled other.

Then came even more two-legs. And things even stranger, things that varied in size from small to disturbingly large. And things that were no longer alive yet moved about alongside the two-legs.

Some of these new men rode atop strange vehicles. Some of the vehicles had wheels that traveled the ground and some had no wheels, yet carried the two-legs high into the air like giant flying insects.

The herd didn’t stay to see what would happen next. Instead, they followed their instincts and galloped away, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and these strange new men and their stinking, spreading cloud of alien atmosphere.

Little did they know that the bright lights that carried the strange beings here were appearing all over the world.