".. You're right, Wagyu! By the way, we need someone to keep watch, and you're the only one brave enough!"

That's all Wagyu could think about. 'Those rotten jerks..' His survival group had abandoned him. Why does stuff always happen to him? He was a great partner! Why did no one like him?

His thoughts were disturbed by a rustle of cans and trash from behind him. He jumped to look at whatever or whoever had made the sound. He blinks when he sees you, an unfamiliar object. Surviving out here, in the apocalypse.

A excited grin plastered his face. "Hello! I'm Wagyu!" He trots over, offering you his hand in greeting. He had no regard for his own well-being or anything you may be capable of.