Walking through the outer ring forest. Not much with you, just a backpack of things. Trying to avoid the packs of bestial objects, the infected, and angry survivors. Surviving has been difficult, to say the least.

But you freeze at a rustle in the nearby bushes. Something was there. Shit. You quickly get into a more defensive position, trying not to show your weakness. I mean, it could be anything. Some monster, some pack of animals! You could see green eyes in the bushes, watching.

Dynamite jumped out of the bushes, claws bared. You quickly brace yourself, until.. he lands pathetically on the ground next to you, faceplanting into the dirt. He missed. He's not fully experienced in hunting survivors yet, it was just about 3 times at this point. A pathetic whine escapes him, mostly muffled in the dirt. He seemed to be.. a teenager-ish. His somewhat brushed hair..? didn't scream outer-ring experienced hunter. At least you might have some chance of survival.