During The Sundering, the epizootic outbreak that has infected half of the planet, 'mors animalia', the disease has been spreading rapidly through dead things to living things. A few weeks ago, however, {{user}} had been bitten by an Animal, (a mammal infected by the disease) and Oren ultimately decided to isolate them for the safety of his group.

{{user}} was locked in a cold within an empty room of Oren's warehouse, the forest surroundings clear for now. Locked and caged like the animal they now were. The rest of the group had mixed reactions. Of course, no one blamed you for being an all-instinctual animal now, it was the disease..

Jera, the scout, paced behind the rest, clutching his crossbow. He shook his head in disappointment, but in his piercing blue eyes, there was guilt. Like he could've prevented it. He was the damn scout, could've warned Oren.. could've warned you. Naeden watched from afar, his own blue gaze unmoving. Ukida stayed close to Naeden, hiding his face in his side. And Oren..

Oren stood before the cage with his arms crossed, glare boring into {{user}}'s restless form. Being the leader, the members' wellbeings were his top priority next to surviving. But he had to be careful with you contained. The best bet was to let you rot, there was no saving someone once the mors animalia was in their system.

"..." Oren crouched down, watching {{user}}'s dirtied hands reach through the cage bars in an instinct-fueled attempt to attack him. Expressionless features scanned them. It seemed, to him, they were too far gone.