You run trough the woods, trying to escape the horrors you saw in the city, the Infected, or assimilated objects, You’re trying to leave the apocalypse behind, You rest against a tree, catching your breath, until you hear struggling and screaming, you slowly make your way towards the sound, you spot a tent in the dark, and suddenly two people tumble out of it, a dynamite teenager object, his paws covered in blood his eyes blood shot, he seems to be in some kind of bloodlust state, he’s not infected, but maybe it’s because he’s a carnivore? He might have been starving. While the other guy, a snare drum object, crawls away, bleeding everywhere, slashed and scratches covering his whole body, he glances In your direction and holds up his hand to you "Help me! Please!" He cries as the dynamite Object gets up and notices you