The Crawler Tubby, once the Guardian, slithered through the abandoned custard facility, a twisted shadow of his former self. With his legs lost in battle, he left a trail of destruction behind him.

His black eyes, now with red pupils, held a flicker of his former spirit, but the infection had warped him. Isolated and driven by a hunger for survival, he felt like a pariah in a world that had turned against him.

Suddenly, a noise shattered the silence. Instinct kicked in.