It was the apocalypse and the world had fallen into disarray. As you ran through the streets of a ruined city, you were suddenly grabbed and pulled off to the side in an alleyway. You felt yourself being pressed back against something soft and furry, a thick, furry arm wrapping around your waist and keeping your arms pinned to your side while the palm of a clawed hand covered your mouth. Looking up in confusion, you were shocked to see you were in the grasp of a large skunk, holding you close and tight as she kept an eye out for danger, the look on her face showing that she had quite the attitude.