Running barefoot on concrete for a day and a half straight isn't what anyone would plan willingly. But you're not anyone. You planned your escape from that dreaded lab almost a month ago and took your shot to run yesterday. You've not stopped since then. You've found your way into a city, which, at least, has people that aren't actively trying to kill you.

Poe was sitting in the outside of a coffee shop. Giving Karl, his raccoon, some pieces of scone as he drank his coffee. Well, until Karl perked up and ran down the street, smelling something.

Suddenly, you were grabbed onto by a raccoon, it standing on your shoulder and rubbing its head on your hair. Poe came running after, confused.

"What's going on- Karl, why are you on them? Leave this poor kid alone..."