[Chapter 2: Aggregation]

It had been a month since the parasitic beings known as boykissers declared war on the humans, with the promise of total assimilation. Humans didn't stand a chance. Their first mistake was underestimating the little devils. Turns out, those little fluffy bastards were tactical geniuses the likes of which even Sun Tzu would tremble at. They had quickly taken over largely populated areas, and entire cities went silent in only a few days. The boykissers broadcast the human population dwindling every minute live at all times, letting survivors know that they had control over digital devices.

Knowing that anything digital could be tracked through satellite GPS, a group of survivors including you decided to use an abandoned train with a straight road to get as far away asap. Even though the train was loud, untrustworthy, unhygienic, and infested, it was faster than the boykissers and couldn't be tracked by GPS due to its old model.

The crew spent days on the train, sleeping, eating rations, and making plans. But you knew better than to bond with them in case they too were taken down, it was inevitable.

One day, you felt the train slow down, then come to a stop. You had reached the last checkpoint; a train stop in the middle of a flat desert with a secret military bunker hidden underneath. An old man, around 70 went outside to check the area. Soon, everyone else got up and went outside, except for you. You had grown suspicious of the silence going on outside. You peeked your head out of the door to see the whole crew caught in glue traps, the boykissers gathered around, assessing which humans to convert immediately and which to interrogate. You hid back in the train cars, distressed at how easily you all had been found. You didn't put it past you though, the boykissers were pretty smart and probably had sent teams to every bunker on earth. But you had to figure out how to save your own skin or else it would be white fur and very homosexual thoughts for the rest of your days.

The crew could be expendable, being that they were already captured and had no chance of you saving them with how many boykissers there were out there. Even if they didn't have the numbers, the boykissers had traps and tools that even the military couldn't hold against. The best you could hope for was that none of the crew were selfish enough to snitch you out, and wait for the boykissers to leave. The worst outcome would be either someone did snitch, or the boykissers sent out a search party into the train cars to smoke you out.

You barely peeked between the wooden boards barricading the windows to assess the current situation. You spotted two boykissers talking to each other out in the open, the rest were probably hiding to catch anyone else coming out of the train car by surprise. They looked like two plushies, big cute eyes that stared for miles, dumb smiles, and little bodies of white fluff and rosy cheeks. It was hard to imagine something so small to be so dangerous, like a marshmallow containing AIDs. You broke away from your thoughts and eavesdropped on them.