The Hummingbird:Feet On The Ground

By Jessica Kylie Nichols-Vernon

Crony capitalism has lead to the end times and it is up to an atheist hispanic man named Clark, a one handed white catholic named Isaac, a suicidal legless pre-op transgender named Michelle, and their native american friends the crippled Piet and the blind Raven to do the only thing that one can do in the end times. Attempt to survive the Apocalypse in the worm of an airborne virus no one is immune to brought on by greed, GMOs, and Right Wing politics.

Weekly listening to their radio for food drops and any chance at repairing the world. One day the group hears about a mysterious substance known as The Fix, what it does, when it will drop, if they'll still be alive when it does, and if that can save the world currently unknown to them. All they can do is try to survive until a brighter day comes, if it ever will.

A sensational Sci-Fi book that young adults of all ages will adore. The young will love the deep connections the characters feel for one another and the older will love the political and environmental subtexts.

Written by HawlSera aka Jessica Nichols-Vernon, one of the prolific writers of the long time standing furry writing group "The Transformation Story Archive"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica Kylie Nichols-Vernon
• Release date: Jun 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311587329

Jessica Kylie Nichols-Vernon

This author is autistic, pansexual, and transgender known as HawlSera, or as she's known by her legal name, Jessica Kylie Nichols-Vernon. HawlSera is a spiritualist member of the furry fandom who prefers to write stories about human characters transforming into anthropomorphic animals and/or the opposite sex, It is her personal policy that every work of fiction she writes has at least one LGBT Character, usually transgender, in order to increase the amount of representation in the world. Transgender Equality and Rights are a hot button issue for HawlSera and if she can help win people over to the cause of fighting for these rights she has done some good in the world. Her biggest dream for her home country of America is for it to adopt an all-inclusive Single Payer Healthcare program that covers all transgender related health needs including, but not limited to, hormones and genital reconstruction. HawlSera is the creator of the up and coming Queen Of Anarchy series and has done work with Metamor Keep (www.metamorkeep.com), Paradise, and FreeRIDErs (The latter of which are found on shifti.org), it is her hope that she continues writing until she dies and that in the afterlife her spirit can influence the next great writers of the following ages. Though the two are night and day as far as politics go, HawlSera sees the christian furry author Charles Matthias as something of a mentor when it comes to writing. She accepts fanmail (at an addressed to be disclosed in the future due to trolling) and is getting kind of tired of typing about herself in the third person. So I'm gonna stop right here.

Book preview

The Hummingbird:Feet On The Ground

By Jessica Kylie Nichols-Vernon aka HawlSera

Smashwords Edition

Anti-Piracy Warning: If you pirated a book that is literally given out for free, you are a weird person.

Special Thanks to Charles Matthias for help with coming up with the concept and inspiration for the character Isaac.

To my dear sweet lover Michael Fawkes Goode and my ex-girlfriend Erin Irving

And to Phil Geusz and Robotech_Master for inspiring me to write a story for a more mainstream audience.

In the not too distant future….

My only solace in this world is knowing that hundreds of people are dying daily, and I may soon join them. There are a multitude of reasons, first allow me to start with what I have to gain from death. I’m a pre-op transgender woman, pre, yeah, pre, only because I think if I admitted that the surgery I need will never to come to pass I’d have gone completely insane by now. I’m also a spiritualist with a strong belief that there’s an afterlife, and maybe in that afterlife, just maybe, I can be granted a form far more befitting a girl like me. A new form with huge breasts, long hair, a feminine face, and a vajayjay. Now there is a reason I’m putting so much focus on this right now, and that’s because I don’t even want to begin to think of the world I see outside my window. A strange world where the skies are oddly colored with various manmade chemicals and all the leaves are dead, I think I know precisely what I mean when I say it’s the apocalypse. The year is 2065, the month and day aren’t really factors but if you must know, the day is the fourth and the month July. In the olden days, the days of my youth back when I last saw the sun and the moon, we would shoot fireworks into the sky to celebrate the independence we had won from being British Colonies hundreds of years ago. No one does things like that anymore, the acid rains are too unpredictable. Under a decent roof you’re fine, but it’s not worth the various burns it’ll do to human flesh. It won’t kill you no, but you’ll wish it had.

The hospitals aren’t open anymore, well, maybe one or two, so we watch ourselves very carefully. Thanks for the Single Payer Healthcare Democrats, I just wish we hadn’t destroyed the fucking world so we could make actual use of it. The Hospitals luckily weren’t shut down until after the factories when it became absolutely too dangerous to work in one, the rich tried to argue that they were the job creators and thus deserved waivers to keep their businesses open. Congress took one look at the poor fools caught out in the acid rain and laughed. We finally learned our lesson about letting the rich get away with murder and punishing the poor for the crime of non-possession of money. If only we realized that years ago when Mother Nature put the gun to our heads as opposed to after she fired the bullet. At least we can focus on what jerks we were to each other as our species bleeds out onto the floor.

Well there was no fighting it, I had to start another day in hell. I took some of my estrogen tablets on the mini-fridge next to me, some progesterone for breast development, and spironolactone to block the testosterone created by my testicles. I’d have cut those monstrosities off myself if there wasn’t the chance of me bleeding out and dying. Yes I have a death wish, but I can’t be the cause as that would cast me into eternal damnation. Afterwards I put on a t-shirt of a hummingbird sitting on a log looking up at the full moon, I miss the moon, in addition to some yoga pants and decided to find out what trouble I could get into today. Out the door I went with my hand radio, a phone, and an acid proof umbrella. A lot of the cell phone towers had been severely damaged, only a few of them were able to get repairs and acid proofing. It was possible to get a signal and access the internet if you knew where to look. The radio I kept as it was easier to get radio signal than cell phone signal. It was the only way people really kept up with current events anymore. The internet was the real gold as posts were placed there about where the food and drug trucks were going to be and usually before the radio broadcasts. I was hoping they’d have the American classic this time, a burger with some fries. They normally give out one hot meal, ice cold water or milk, and a bag of canned food for storage.