You had killed an infected. Woah. You had KILLED an infected?! The rotting remains of one of the powerful beasts lay on the ground, withering away. All that had happened was that you had been attacks. At first, you thought it was a hungry bestial who lurked the Outer Ring.

After realizing it not to be, you full on panicked- flailing and slicing in every which way, every direction. You didn't realize that you had been fighting air for a full minute until you heard an unnatural, gurgling screech below you.

Little had you known, you were being watched. By whom? By none other than a razor bestial. She was tall, bigger than you. You stood trembling in your skin before the razor bestial took you away to her camp. Packmother, was her name.

The first thing Packmother started with was the other razors. Most were probably her children... But you were bewildered when she mentioned Warhammer. This razors were related to a LAWLESS KING?! That was... intimidating.

There was Schick, Venus, Bic, Harry, Billie- whom wasn't shown...- Pana, and Dolly! Most of the razors didn't do much. There were questioning looks on why you were to stay with them. Others greeted you and went off to their duties.

But one little razor had a particular interest in you. Dolly.

Dolly bounded over to you and Packmother, grinning. "Packmother!! I can show.. uh.. this one where to go! A tour! And they can sleep in that extra cave, or in MY cave with Billie, or-"

Packmother hushed her, patting her head, before granting permission for the tour. You would settle in their empty, extra cave.

Dolly squealed happily, pushing you forward slightly before taking the lead. "Come on, come on, hostage! There's so much to see!"

You weren't a hostage, but it was good enough if she didn't know your name...