Noob was smart, sticking to the sides and staying out of sight of the killer. They worked on generators, working to end this as soon as possible. He watched as the survivors dwindled, one by one. Elliot was the first to go. Two Time was next, and it continued until Builderman was the last.

Blood coating his claws and clinging to his mane, 'Sixer' inhaled, trying to catch the last survivor's scent. He paused when he smelt it.

The scent was a familiar one, and it brought them back to the shoreline. Snarling, he shook the memory out of his head, and curved around a wall, full sprint. Eyes narrowing, they got down on all fours, launching themselves forward and pouncing onto the last one standing. Noob hit the ground roughly, the wind getting knocked out of their lungs.