Robert and John were watching as Fred went and fed the non-human livestock.
"I'm glad that he was here when this all started," said Robert. "Julia would be heartbroken if something happened to her brother."
John snorted as he watched the overweight werewolf fed the cows. "To be fair, while I might of had my initial issues with him, he's not half bad, given what his job is."
"Some folks don't treat humans like we do," said Robert. "Thus we normally don't need him to, well, turn low grade livestock into, well, fertilizer." The werewolf sighed. "I wonder what will happen."
"If you makes you feel better, this doesn't feel like the work of humans," said John. "When I kill someone, I make sure that they know that I'm killing them, that I've turned them into the hunted. After that, I collect their teeth."
"I remember that necklace of yours," said Robert. "You had plenty of vampire and werewolf teeth."
"They were all trying to kill me," said John. "This disease stuff affects those not trying to kill humans, like the Bone Carriers."
"Good point," said Robert. "They don't hunt or raise humans for food, nor buy the meat of those raised for food. Yet, they are affected by this."
"No human, that I know of, has the knowledge to create something like this," said John. "I think it was a vampire or a werewolf."
"The disease would affect them too," said Robert.
"Antidote, remember," said John. "Humans might of been blamed for this, some might even be taking advantage of the chaos, but as I've said, there's no way that they did this."
"Why would someone do this?" Robert asked.
"Control perhaps," said John. "Maybe, baring extreme cases, this disease isn't supposed to be that bad - fur loss, increased sensitivity to sunlight - things that can be dealt with, even worked around."
"We need to plan some things out," said Robert. "We're going to need more food."
"Time to start hunting deer," said John. "That, or see if food can be trucked in. Or, we do something that you might see as very desperate."
"What would that be?" Robert asked.
"Start trading with the Ferals," said John. "I know most of the local herds - heard their drums, know who's talking, who is worth trading with or not."
"What do we trade with them for food?" Robert asked.
"The cubs," said John. "Worst comes to worst, we need to make sure that the herd can survive, or at least the young ones. Young ones are easier to teach the survival skills needed to."
"I see," said Robert. "You know of which ones are trustworthy?"
John nodded. "Trust worthy enough. If need be, fake a death certificate or whatever - respiratory infection or something."
"I'll see if food can be trucked in, or if a store is open or something, one that will allow a well-behaved slave, pet or livestock to pick things up for their master," said Robert.
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