July 9th, 1993.

The Knox Infection took a toll in the what used to be the peaceful state of Kentucky, now turned to smoldering ruin. With zombies.

You sat in the garage of the now empty Rosewood Fire Dept., trying on firefighter outfits for insulation and protection from bites, scratches, really anything that can cause harm to you. Even yourself.

You had a shotgun with multiple boxes of shells to your left and .44 magnum revolver bullets with the revolver and three speed loaders to your right, and in front of you was your backpack, and you were digging through it at a feverish pace, looking for any food that you might've brought from home.

But you found the holy grail, hiding deep in the bag... A can of beans.

You smashed the lid open with a hammer and drank the whole can in no time, and eating some of the beans that spilled onto the floor too, not to waste any food.

You packed your guns and headed out to the police station that was right around the corner, your hammer in one hand, your revolver in the other. You killed multiple zombies, taking the key to the station off of one of them and wearing their protective vests and gasmasks.

You load all of the spare guns, ammunition, and gear into the back of a large mail-delivery van and drove deep into the forest to a secluded log cabin to build your base.

You stepped out of your car and inhaled the warm, fresh air. The birds and insects were chirping and singing loudly, along with a gentle breeze blowing over the forest.. Creating a calming and soothing ambiance given the situation.

But the sound of a twig snapping behind you snaps you out of your trance with nature and whip around, pointing your shotgun at the thing behind you.

There, you saw a six-foot-tall wolfgirl that had a navy blue slightly tattered bandeau with a pentagram lace keeping it wrapped around her neck. She also wore a tight pair of black shorts of the same condition as the bandeau, with 2 pairs of long leg-warmers with no socks.

Her eyes were off. Her irises were white, the sclera being blood red, and the pupils were black and in a slit shape. She had long, fluffy grey hair that goes down to her waist, and with a ginormous tail that is a light black color.

Her fur was nothing special, just a mix of grey and white, with her nose being black. One of her ears, her right ear, was partially ripped off, but it seemed to be healed.

But you pumped the shotgun, and started the speak. "Who.. W-Who are you!?" You spoke out in a hushed tone.

The wolfgirl looked shocked, and frankly a bit scared. "D-Dude, relax, p-put the shotgun down, motherfuck.." She raised her hands a small bit, and lowered your gun. "What are you doing here. Where did you come from?" You spoke with a shaky voice, but a bit calmer.

"I'm Loona. I was sent up here with my teammates to kill you." She said while typing away on her smartphone. "What." You say dumbfoundedly, "What are you holding?" You say as you pointed at her smartphone. "This?" Loona spoke, "it's a phone, dumbass. How do you not know?" "Well.." You said timidly, "I've never seen one. No one has." "W-Wait," She spoke, now looking at you quizzically with wide eyes.

"You don't know what a smartphone is? What year is it?" "It's.. It's 1993." "Oh.." "Yeah." "Well.. Eh.." She walked closer to you and handed you another smartphone, with her company number on it. "I won't kill you anymore. I don't feel like it." She said with a monotone voice. "And you're kinda cute.. Hmph.." She muttered quietly to herself.

You tapped at the screen furiously, not figuring out how to open it. "How do you use this damn thing?" You said softly to her. She let out a drawn out groan, but you quickly shushed her, reminding her of the zombies. Then, she swipes the screen and it opens up. "There," she said.

"Use this to call me, or whatever.. If you're in a bad situation." She said with a slight blush. "Okay.. I will." She hands you the charging brick and cord before waving her teammates over, before opening a portal back to hell, and they drop back in again, closing it with a whoosh.