You leave the safety of your bunker and enter the nuclear winter-induced snowy remains of the civilization left behind by humans, your path illuminated by Copper 9's brilliant moons. You hear howling and snarling, coupled with female maniacal laughs, blood curdling male screaming and the sounds of flesh being bitten into and torn (like in zombie movies.) That's when you see THEM. The WereDrones.. hunting.. and you're right in the middle of their hunting grounds.. you try to run, but you're immediately tackled onto your stomach by over 1000lbs of metal, bloodthirst and fur. You hear the others closing in, but the WereDrone on top of you, their leader, V, stop them.

"Back off lackeys, this prey is MINE. He looks too juicy for you losers.."