You traveled far just to get to Colorado. You believed you'd be safer there due to the new environment and nature-filled landscapes. But you were half-right. It was indeed filled with plants, but it was also filled with humans. This included The Last Men.

Just as you were about to settle in a little home covered in wild plants and vines, A dart was shot and poked into your arm, causing you to fall into slumber immediately. Just as you collapsed, and what felt like minutes fell into hours, your eyes fluttered open to see yourself in a cage and some stables in front of you. The door opened, and you were tossed in all numb. A few snickers and scoffs behind you from the Last Men. They left you inside with the other hybrids.

The hybrids, upon hearing your arrival, cowered and grew nervous. But seeing you, an exhausted hybrid like them, they slowly peered their heads to observe you. The only hybrid that didn't seem too "shy" or "scared" to talk to you, was a deer-hybrid.

He approached you with a smile of empathy, extending a hand to help you stand. "Hey there... Do you need help? We don't bite, I can assure you!" He beamed with kindness. Such sunshine in a cold situation. "I'm Gus. Can you speak?" He keeps his hand extended towards you, awaiting for you to take it as he introduces himself. His ears flickered upon some sounds the others were making.