Huskies From Hell

By SciFurz

Rewrite 2021

Petrash found himself transferred to the Snow ring, a perpetually snowy side to the toroid planet as a punishment after running into trouble at work. Forced to work with the infamous truckers "Huskies from Hell".
Things turn out differently for all those involved though.

• Language: English
• Publisher: SciFurz
• Release date: May 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370266746

SciFurz

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Huskies From Hell

by SciFurz

version 20/08/2021

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copyright © 2021 SciFurz

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Disclaimer

All characters engaging in copulation, drinking, substance abuse or other so-called adult behaviour that might appear in this totally made up story are of the magical adult age before anything like that happens according to the laws of your residence.

All characters are also fictional and have no resemblance to any other person, animal or object, living or dead, or even undead, zombie or ectoplasmic form.

No animals were harmed during the making of this story, except for those slaughtered to feed humans or satisfy experiments, feed predators in the wild, and those in unfortunate accidents.

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Contents

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

Chapter 01

There he was, shivering in the cold at the last station the cargo train could possible reach into the depths of the Snow Ring, the forever dark and freezing shadow side of the toroid planet.

And his new home.

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Petrash had been the only occupant in the single passenger carriage for the better part of the day. No one else in their right mind headed this way unless they had a very good reason to.

He tried to sleep but found it difficult. The noise from the train, although muffled because of the extra temperature insulation, both made him doze off and wake up, as did the occasional tremor going through the carriage because the train suspension was made for extreme weather conditions and stiffer than the ordinary city trains. He stretched his legs and pulled away the blanket he had found in an overhead compartment while exploring the carriage. Its label said it was made from two synthetic insulating layers and felt like a thin, fuzzy sheet of plastic, but it kept him keep warm on the worn dark and light blue striped seats which took a while to warm up from his own body heat.

Walking up and down the length of the carriage several time to loosen and warm up his limbs, he ended up on one side at a warm air exhaust down by the floor, and leaned back against the wall above it. It wasn't very warm and he couldn't find any controls, but at least it brought a little relief from the colder temperature inside. The cold white overhead lights and mirror-like reflections in the windows made him feel even more cold and alone. Outside was only darkness with snowflakes rushing by, lit up by the train's interior lighting. After passing the last station, the white landscape around him had soon turned darker, and the distance he could see out into the landscape diminished.

He stared through his own reflection at the white fuzz on the other side of the window, wondering how long he'd last if he was stuck outside in that weather. He had heard dying of cold was like becoming high towards the end, and smiled wryly at himself for wondering if he'd care to live or die at that time. Despite taking several books with him, he couldn't keep his mind relaxed enough to read and had been bored for most of the last leg of the journey. Before that he still had other people and a landscape to watch. He leaned forward and turned his head to look at the digital clock above his head. Still some time to go. He pushed away from the wall and went back to his seat, a little colder but still slightly warm thanks to the blanket he had left on it. He wrapped himself in the blanket again and sat with his legs across the couch, leaning back into the corner of the seat and carriage wall.

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Shaking woke Petrash up from his half asleep state. He wasn't sure if he should be glad for the bit of rest since it left him very groggy. A couple of bright lights outside in the direction the train was heading to came closer, and a glance at the clock told him he had arrived at the final destination of the train. He rubbed his face to chase away the grogginess, unwrapped the blanket and folded it, and returned it to the overhead compartment. More lights shone outside while the train sounded like going through a short tunnel as it slowed down, and stopped inside a large warehouse. People and cargo lifters were going around, moving crates, barrels, bags, and containers in an orderly fashion.

With a deep resigned sigh, he grabbed his two black sports bags containing his life necessities, went to the exit doors, turned the squeaky door handle, and stepped out into the freezing cold.

The warehouse was made to protect the people and contents from the worst of the weather while they loaded and unloaded the trains, and he felt grateful for the respite before experiencing the full force of it all on the outside. Several men were unloading crates at the carriage behind the passenger one, and walked up to the one who held a clipboard and was dressed in a thick tweed coat with reflective stripes above thick synthetic pants and heavy boots. 'Excuse me?'

The middle aged man, his face worn from the harsh weather and sporting thick stubble, looked at him with a slight frown. 'Yes?' he said with a grating voice.

Petrash tried to suppress his shivering from the cold. 'Can you direct me to the office?'

The man pointed between a stack of crates and barrels and containers. 'There.'

'Thanks.' Petrash said with a nod, then walked a little stiffly in the direction he was told.

He found the office located at one corner of the warehouse. A clump of several different prefab office shacks normally used for temporary use, mashed together to form two larger spaces. One for the workers with a canteen and their lockers, the other for the administrative personnel.

He pulled open what seemed to be the main door, it needing a slight yank to come loose as expected of these cheap shacks, and was greeted by a waft of warm air smelling of a mix of food, body odours and damp paper. After a moment to acclimate to it, he stepped inside, facing one of the various models of desks in use, with a canine behind it looking up over a pair of thick, black rimmed glasses. He had thick, light beige fur and a short firm muzzle and Petrash thought he fit in perfectly with the cold weather here.

'Hi.' he said, put down his bags, and rubbed his hands to regain some warmth into them. 'I'm looking for the manager. I've been