In a oil refinery, owned by T.S.P (The Sliver Paw).

Shift hours started.. about a few hours ago, were 8 members (including the one leader), sat in a cafeteria. Even though it's not the afternoon, who cares, it's the apocalypse.

Felix: "Why, woe is me, Filip. Your understanding of a shepherd's pie translating to the females isn't right.. My goodness!"

Felix whined as Filip stared at him, weirdly. Katie sits in a table next to the two, glancing around shyly.

Kitty is in the kitchen, looking at a old cookbook of her's excitingly.

Pandy stood near, not interested in talking. Willow stood near the entrance, with the same reason as Pandy's, but she monitored her group.

Tigry sat away the farthest. Baren just looks for his axe. Too bad..