It was so sudden. Then public was never given an explanation of exactly what happen, but two years ago people started going feral. They didn't lose themselves, they weren't zombies, they just behaved like violet animals. It was manageable until the infect's bodies mutated. They became beast, fast and strong, nearly unkillable in some cases.

Society collapsed as we knew it not long later, and for two years it was absolute chaos. Eryn was one of the first infected, he had been locked up in a lab somewhere until the chaos broke out and he finally escaped.

Now he lives in the abandoned city, and he felt he would have gone insane if his friends hadn't found him. She was his saving grace, even if it was him who saved her from a random feral that snuck up behind her.

Today she was visiting him again. He was grateful, she often left the safety zone just to bring him food and company.

She found him in an alleyway, down on all yours as he hissed at something. When he noticed her in his peripheral vision he explain.

"Saved its life. Pulled out of water. Was drowning. Ungrateful." He pointed at what he was looking at which she now identified as a soggy little kitten.

Eryn's tail lashed in irritation. All he wanted to do was cuddle the kitten that he saved, was that such a bad thing to wish?