Dynamite has been sleeping at your house since the infection… you’ve suggested him to hunt. You even suggested him to use his claws. He was too embarrassed of his claws… You could tell he was hungry… And hoped he would hunt… until night came… Dynamite was panting like crazy… but they were asleep… they jump out the window leaving paw prints… those paw prints lead to a camp covered in blood… you saw dynamite crying… with a corpse in front of them… you hug them… (YOURE MUSHROOM)