This story is an idea that has been stuck in my head for a while and I am finally able to get it out of my head. This story is heavily based on Furs and If this is to make sense to you, you must first read Furs. AMangledMisfit is the one who wrote Furs and I will accept no credit for this story. He should receive all credit because his great story inspired me to write this so please if you read this read the original story Furs. I don't like it when the original story dies out because stories based on it get to much attention. Also Disclaimer: I am not Scott Cawthon and I am not AMangledMisfit. So on with the story.

Soldier's POV

I had just joined the military at the time and I was only 16. I had hoped to help prevent him from taking over. Nobody expected the meltdowns or the explosions, but then again nobody expected there to be traitors in our ranks. Nobody expected the bunkers to become a slaughter house. But it happened and there was nothing I could do but watch as my friends slowly died around me. Either from gun fire or shrappenal.

A Few hours before the explosions...

"Hey Schmidt!, did you hear the news?"

"Yeah I heard that you get more ass than a toilet seat!"

"Hey!, enough with that damn rumor already. Seriously though did you hear the news?"

"Yeah I heard that we are starting to get the upper hand in the west. It seems like those M2A3's are doing some real work over there."

"Yeah well see you around Schmidt I gotta go run some diagnostics on our Vipers and M2A3's to make sure their in good condition cause you know we might need em' in case we get attacked."

"Alright while your doing that I'm going to check on the rest of our squad."

Mike Schmidt then starts heading towards Vincent the squads exsplosive specialist. He taps on Vincent's shoulder making Vincent whip around in a second with a detonator in his mouth and a C4 explosive in his left hand and a pencil in his right. Vincent then set down the pencil, the detonater, and the C4.

"What do you want Mike?"

"One what is with the detonator and C4 plastic explosive? Two what are you doing with those schematics and that pencil? Finally have you heard the news?"

"One I am the explosive expert and I love explosives, two I am looking at all the possible weak spots on the enemy vehicles because we stole their schematics, and three I have heard the news."

"Okay well I am going to talk to the others before my watch shift"

"Okay see you later Schmidt."

Mike then began walking towards their squad crew quarters and out came a very scrawny man about his age with deep, brown eyes, very pale skin, and a sniper rifle on his back.

"Hey Fritz what are you up to?"

"I'm just taking a walk waiting for our watch shift to start."

"Okay well I'll see you later. I am going to see what Jeremy is up to."

"Alright I'll see you later."

Mike then begins walking towards the light machine gunner known as Jeremy. Jeremy was at a table in the cafeteria cleaning his LMG.

"Hey Jeremy have you heard the news?"

"Yeah, yeah I have heard it like five damn times already."

A Few Hours later...

*Alarm*

The alarm begins and an announcement plays

"Warning NUCLEAR MELTDOWN in Progress get to the Bunkers! Get to the Bunkers!

"Holy mother of fuck! Come guys you heard the announcement get to those damn Bunkers! Go! Go! Go!

"Mike haul your ass into that bunker!

"Roger that Scott!," Mike says immediately.

"Come on Bravo squad!, haul your asses in there" Scott Cawthon Squad Bravo's captain yells.

Every body scrambles into the bunkers and not a soul is left topside when the power plants go off.

"Okay we have all trained for this men you know what to do everyone into the cryo chambers."

20 years later Present time...

"Come on Mike just a little bit longer till we reach topside. Just hold on a little longer."

The elevator reaches the top and the door opens. The injured bravo squad gets out and looks around in shock.

"Hey you guys made it out?"

"Alpha squad medic? Your alive? Thank god we need a medic!"

"Sadly all the rest of my squad where either traitors or they died killing the traitors. What happened to your medic?"

"He needs help were losing him!"

"Come on stay with us Mike!"

All of a sudden one of the elevators comes up and a traitor exits unnoticed. He sneaks up behind the survivors and begins shooting them. They all die leaving Mike on his own to wither away and die. Luckily for Mike the traitor didn't fracture his gas mask so he was not exposed to the radiation. He woke up a few hours later.

"W-what ha-happened" Mike stutters with a shakey voice and a headache. "Guys? Oh shit! Please tell me at least one of you are alive!

Mike checks their pulses worriedly and is extremely saddened by the results.

"Their dead, all of em' are dead. I can't believe this. This couldn't have been the only place that this has happened. That dumbass probably nuked all of the United States. Huh, I've gotta find some place to stay. Hopefully at least one of these humvees doesn't have its circuits fried.

Mike begins limping towards a humvee that is not flipped over and that looks promising. Mike gets in the humvee closes the door, pulls the 50 cal inside, and closes the hatch. With the humvee now sealed he assumes the radiation isn't strong enough now to get inside. He takes of his gas mask. He then takes off all his body armor and clothing and inspects his wound. He attempts to slowly pull out the chunk of scrap metal from his chest. He succeeds but yells out in pain.

"Shit!, shit!, shit! Where are the bandages? Oh there they are!"

Mike cleans up the wound with an antibacterial patch and then bandages the wound. He then starts to put back on all his padding and armour. He then attempts to start the humvee.

"Please start, please start."

The engine sputters but doesn't start.

"Damn it, what the hell am I going to do? I am screwed. I have no purpose anymore. I have no reason to live. Yet I can't do it. Should I stay or should I go? I wonder does this thing even work anymore?"

Mike turns on his old MP3 player and the song Should I stay or should I go comes on. Mike begins humming to the tune of the song. He then trys again to start the humvee and a miracle happens it actually starts.

"It actually started? Well I best be getting out of here."

The radio turns on and a broadcast is played.

"To all survivors please get to the nearest dock/harbor/port to be evacuated to safety."

The message then starts repeating and Michael slams his foot right into the pedal. He then thinks to himself.

"Maybe I am not so screwed. But still that doesn't answer my question. Should I stay or should I go? Everything is either gone or destroyed. It looks like nothing is left."

All of a sudden something pops up in front of the homvee and Mike slams on the brakes. Mike Puts on his gas mask and prepares to exit the vehicle. He puts his M4 assault rifle over his back and takes his earphones out while turning of his MP3 player. He then places them under his seat with the MP3 player.

"Holy shit what was that? It looked human! How in the hell could a human with no radiation gear survive the radiation?"

The 16 year old exits the humvee and aims his assault rifle at whatever it was that he almost hit. The dust clears to reveal a human about 12 years old with animal ears and a tail cowering in front of the humvee. As soon as Michael sees this he jumps back and falls on his ass.

"S-stay a-a-away" Mike stutters in fear.

It starts approaching Mike and it asks Mike a question.

"What animal mutations do you have?"

"Animal mutations?, what do you mean animal mutations?"

"Wait?, you don't know what animal features you have? Do you not have a tail, ears, etc? Surely the radiation would have mutated you."

"I don't have any of those because well I haven't been exposed at all. I was in a bunker for 20 years in a cryo chamber which kept me safe and stopped me from ageing. Also I have radiation resistant padding and a gas mask."

"So your completely human?"

"Yes I am, do you have a family or anything like that? Because I guess I could give your family/friends a ride to a port or to get you guys rescued."

"Well my family is all pretty much dead all I have is a brother and a few friends. Well nice to meet you my name is Freddy."

"Well nice to meet you to Freddy and I'm sorry for your loss. My name is Michael Schmidt. Just call me Mike or Michael. Hop in the Humvee and show me where your friends are and I'll pick em' up and we will be off okay?"

"Okay and thank you for your kindness."

Alright to be continued...

I hope you guys like it so far because this is my second story and well I have mixed feelings about it. This certainly was my longest chapter so far. Also Read FURS!, I take no credit for this. Thank you AMangledMisfit for inspiring me with your great story and I hope you have a good time and get a lot of views. Also again thank you RavingSwarm for all the kindness you've shown me. It really means a lot to me when people like my stories. It is a great feeling knowing that your making someone's day great! Also let me know if you have any questions or suggestions. Also Holy SHIT 715 people have viewed The Quest for Answers! Damn son that's a lot of people!

I will probably update this when I have a chance and when I have an idea for the next chapter. So Until next time!

~Michael Out!