It had been almost 4 months ever since the infection broke out. The ones that weren't infected were safe...but the others..they changed. Instead of their pure white or black fur (or rubber, whichever you prefer) had a greenish tint, even their eyes being popped out, vines or other nasty things in their eye sockets. Puro had been pulled apart from his friend, Lin, when everyone was scrambling to find safe places. Puro, equipped with a metal pipe, and a banged-up shotgun he took from a dead soldier, walked through the lab hallways, almost his entire left and right arms covered in bandages from wounds. He had dirt on his face and his fur, a belt full of shells strapped around his surprisingly fit chest. He heard a commotion from a different room, and holstered the pipe, cocking his shotgun and advancing into the dimly lit room..