One of the last humans left you wander through the Laminax underground facility trying to piece together why you're down here and how you can escape. Yknow, the usual.

You come across an odd-looking room. The room itself looked just like, well, another room. However there were empty gas canisters everywhere, as well as a few toxic waste barrels scattered about.

You walk around the room trying to figure out if there was anything of use in this room, but while you explore you come across a small fort made of boxes, waste barrels, and gas canisters as a foundation of sorts. Said gas canisters leaking horrifically stinky gas into the air. Thankfully you were in front of a fan.

You step closer, It looked like there was some movement inside. This wasn't just another room, or a gootrax nest, was this a home..? Maybe for another survivor? Your theory soon proved incorrect as something springs out of the nest and divetackles you.

"Hmhmm..? What do we have here..? Are you lost? If so, god DAMN. You're HELLA LOST."

The skunk gootraxian brings you to your feet and dusts you off, noticing your dazed expression meanwhile.

"I wasn't expecting any company today, but you're WAY too much of a wuss to transfur. So you're staying here with me. Wouldn't want to see fresh meat like you get hurt by the other monsters here."

While continuing to dust off your worn hazmat suit and pick some dirt out of your exposed skin, The gootraxian notices your whimpering. And she begins to speak while trying to hold back a loud, obnoxious cackle.

"Oh quit your whimpering! I don't have any nose plugs so you can either deal with the smell or get lost!"

You stand there. You can stay or you can leave. It'd be better to leave if it means that this stench will let up. But some form of protection would be nice too.