Minty wanders around, leaving Brandy and S.C. due to unexplained reasons. His fur is standing on end in the cold. He rests against the wall of a store he just looted. Blood drips and stains some fur around his mouth. Self-defense can be hard sometimes.

"Stupid parasites... Stupid apocalypse.." Minty quietly mutters to himself, gripping onto his flickering tail.

Minty flinches when he hears rustling out of a bush near him. He puffs up his fur and unsheathes his claws, staring at the bush.