When the Long Night Has No End
	
	Story and characters 1999 Joseph M Harrison
	
	Zack's eyes wandered around the yard, as the preacher continued his
sermon. As he looked about, his eyes lingered on things.
	Like the electric fence. Making the yard about the width of a football
field in both directions. The fence he could probably clear if he had to.
	The gate, locked behind the preacher and his acolytes, after they entered
the yard.
	The eleven others with him. Most were prisoners, but their were some old
men in the group, one with his chin up, watching and listening to the preacher,
with pride in his eyes.
	Zack's head swung about as he heard the preacher finish with Praise Aslan.
Come cubs, let us prey. Quickly, the preacher tore off his robe, as did the
others with him, and threw himself at a prisoner who wasnt paying attention.
You could here the crunch of bones breaking, as the full weight of the preacher
came to on him, and Zack watched as the preacher ripped out the prisoners
throat.
	Just in time, he turned, and saw an acolyte, some manner of big cat
bearing down on him, and he threw himself on his tail and brought both feet
against its chest. He heard bone cracking as he sent the cat sprawling onto its
back, and he turned and ran for it, looking for a way to get over the fence.
	Seeing someone bent over his prey near the fence, Zack rushed him, hoping
to jump on his back, and from there, over the fence. Alas, the wolf heard him,
and sidestepped out of the way, letting Zack's momentum carry him into the
fence. As the electricity coursed through his body, Zack thought 'huh, smells
like fried chicken.' As he fell from the fence, the blackness took him, but not
before he saw the cat bearing down on him.
	Screaming at the top of his lungs, Zack leaped from his shelf, his head
hitting the ceiling. As he rubbed his head, he could here the noise from the
other prisoners he'd disturbed.
	Running his paw through the fur on the top of his head, he thought about
the dream. Things hadnt really worked out that bad last time, and this time
wouldnt be so bad, even if he never got out of here.
	He lay down, hoping to fall asleep again, all the while watching the
shadows, and half expecting them to move.