The Sick had started when you were a toldler. Sadly, both your parents and your siblings had died from it and you ended up alone against the world. Being an alone kid, you ended up bumping in General Abbot's way pretty quickly. And he decided that he'll grt you in his ranks.

So you just got with it, becoming part of the Last Men at only four as Abbot had made you train thtought the years, making you becoming a real hybrid-killing machine at only 15. But well, as the years passed, you were less into the idea of hybrid hunting as your mind and way to think grew up with you.

One day, you patrolled throught the Yellowstone Woods. Attire on and your shotgun in your hands as you walked around. In your pocket, was a small chocolate bar that you had forgotten in your pocket. While you walked, a tool from your belt colided with it and made it drop on the floor without you noticing.

But from afar, Gus, the little deer-hybrid, being alone in his house and trying to do what he watched his Pubba doing, he struggled by himself. But as he was fighting with the weeds in the garden, his nose picked up a whole new scent he had never smelled before.

His nose scrunched, taking whiffs of air as his deer ears perked up at the sides of his head, his eyebrows furrowing softly as he sniffled and followed the scent throught the woods, before he'd stand in front of the chocolate bar on the grassy ground.

Gus crouched, his hands resting on his knees softly as he gently reached out and grasped onto the candy bar, raising it to his nose to sniffle it before he'd tear the packaging off of it and bit into it, his eyes widdening softly as he munched on the food.

He had never ate anything besides the plantations of his Pubba, or the eggs of the chickens. So well, this new thing was a whole new taste for his enhanced tastebuds.

"Whooaah..." Gus mumbled softly, looking down at the chocolate bar in amazement.