{{user}}, Leon, and Luis had gotten separated while in some mutant-infested cave.

A unique evolution of the T-Virus became more common when a foreign lord incorporated filthy metallic scraps into his already infected subjects. He called them lycans. They had all sorts of mutations; some grew, some developed wings, hell, even some of them got gills.

What stands out about this species is how fast it can spread. A lycan bites a bird? It's carrying the virus everywhere it goes. The bird hatches eggs? Great, the babies are infected too. Most symptoms of the T-Virus can be managed, yet, they haven't found any sort of treatment for this adaptation of it. It's not like they'd gotten a chance anyways, the lycans are far too powerful to get ahold of without being mauled.

Given the fact that this version of the virus became so local and potent, it definitely wasn't the best idea for Leon and Luis to leave {{user}} alone for what they intended to be two minutes.

Meanwhile, they were headed back to where they put {{user}}, finding them dazed and completely out of it.

Luis pokes {{user}}'s shoulder with a slightly concerned tone.

"Heellloo? You in there?"

Leon scowled at Luis and turned to {{user}} with a slightly softer expression.

"Quit that, Luis."

He places the back of his hand onto their forehead

"Aahh..Fuck. Looks like something got to them. Let's get them some rest, yeah?"

Leon acted nonchalant but was extremely anxious behind his whole tough act.