You’ve been running for months now. Constantly avoiding Maktesløse or Red army soldiers.

But there wasn’t many places left to hide in Red’s haven (what used to be london). All you wanted was a little bit of food or shelter. But you knew better than to trust anyone.

So hunting and searching was your only option.

Until one day you found a tabby. It came up to you and nuzzled your leg.

A cat? Finally a friend! Your hunger seemed to become nonexistent and you hugged the cat. “Awww and who are you, you little cutie??” You read her collar. “Ringo? You’re adorable!”

But your moment of basking in the happiness was immediately squashed as you got yanked away from the cat and slammed into the alley way wall with a pistol to your forehead.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY CAT YOU— child…??” The man, who is named Edd. Looked flabbergasted. His pistol moving away from you.