Zeb/Org stood on top of the hill looking at the sealed doors of the tunnel. Hundreds of dogs, small and large, sat around him, waiting for him to tell them what to do.
Beside him, a small mongrel dog lifted its head. Zeb asked, "What are we going to do now? The human, Joe, is out of our reach."
"Don't worry, old one. He won't be in there for very long. Things are happening which will compel him to leave the shelter of the mountain. All we can do now is bide our time until he is out in the open where we can get to him," Zeb heard in his mind.
Zeb heard and knew everything happening to him, but was unable to control many of his actions. A few months ago, he was a ninety-one-year-old man trying to make sense of a world gone mad.
Now he was locked in a small portion of his own mind, while an alien force used the rest of it, and his body. Although unable to control his actions, Zeb discovered if he was careful, he could fool the alien who had taken over his body. He discovered the force in control of him had a few misconceived ideas about humans. For one thing, the being thought that because Zeb was ninety-one years old, he required a lot of rest. Actually, Zeb was as hearty and healthy as a man in his late forties. He used this knowledge to give Joe and his people a chance to escape. By faking exhaustion, Zeb forced the being to rest more than it would have preferred to.
He discovered the small dog, Squeeker, that had been his companion for the last several years, was the true alien force that controlled him. Somehow, the being had placed a small part of himself in Zeb's mind as he slept a few months ago. Used to living by himself, Zeb had no living relatives.
Several months ago when the world started going crazy, Zeb noticed a change in Squeeker. She became listless for awhile, then overnight, she became aggressive as all get out. Zeb's first thought was she had been bitten by a rabid animal and he was concerned. He was about to take her to the vet in town when she appeared to become her old self again.
He lay down to sleep one night and woke up the next morning feeling strange. His thoughts were muddled and he had a hard time concentrating on anything. As the day progressed, he heard a voice in his head asking if he was in control yet. Zeb thought he was getting the sickness spreading across the country at the time.
His head hurt so bad, he took a whole bottle of aspirin that day. It felt like something was inside his mind, shifting portions of his brain around. The morning after that, he woke up and discovered that even though he was still Zeb, something had sealed away the part of him that controlled his body.
At first, the alien was confused as to how the human body functioned. Zeb remembered his body taking its first jerky steps under the alien's control.
It took a while for Zeb to realize what had happened to him. Never a quitter, Zeb tried to fight the alien for control of his mind. Almost at once, Zeb found himself forced into the background and shut off from any control of his own body.
After awhile, the alien learned the basic functions of the human body, but not before Zeb had soiled his pants. The ripe aroma of feces continually assaulted Zeb's nostrils before the alien realized this wasn't the way humans eliminated their waste.
Near the end of the day, Zeb heard, "Zeb, can you hear me?"
Still in a state of shock, Zeb asked, "Who are you? What have you done to me?"
"Who I am is unimportant. I have taken control of your short, furry friend. The one you call Squeeker. I have placed a small part of myself in your mind. It is useless to fight it. What I want to tell you is if anything should happen to me, you will also die. What I require is your knowledge of this world so I can function properly. I could obtain this knowledge by force, but it would destroy your mind. I would rather you gave it freely than have to take it, but I will if I must."
"What have you done with Squeeker?" Zeb asked.
"I am afraid the small furry animal's mind was destroyed when I took control of her body."
Zeb gave a mental sob of anguish. "Why did you have to kill the only companion I had left?" he asked, in a tormented voice.
"Her mind was of no significance to me. If I had left it, it would have caused problems with my controlling the body."
"Why not take control of me and leave Squeeker alone?"
"Her body suited the plans I have. This way, I share your knowledge and it helps me carry out the job I was created to do."
"What job is that?" Zeb asked.
"To eliminate the few humans who can stop what is happening to this world."
"You said you were created. Who created you?"
"Of my creator, I have no knowledge. I only know that I am to stop these humans."
"Why take on the form of an animal? Why not a human?" Zeb asked.