The breeze ruffled his indigo coloured hair as he crouched in a field of grass, his body hidden behind a bush as his gaze was fixed on the fox hybrid about 50 Meters infront of him, standing and gazing around, her ears perked up. She seemed to have noticed his presence and so he had to act quickly

a loud earsplitting bang spliced the air as the bullet Hit directly in the leg of her fox like lower legs, she crashed to the floor with a squeal of suprise, followed by a Trail of hisses and curses. This hybrid could speak.. scaramouche thought as he moved out of the bush and approached her. Usually hybrids were unable to speak because no one was there to teach them, since almost all of the remaining humans despised hybrids, thinking they were the cause of the Appearance of the virus, 16 years ago. And they still haven't found a cure.

"stay back!"

the hybrid hissed at him as scaramouche stopped infront of her, something about this hybrid was.. different, but he had to the her up, cage her and deliver her to the Camp, that was his duty as a last men.