Smiling critters infection au

The cold rain dripped from the edges of Aurora’s hood as they crept through the ruins of the town, their boots splashing in shallow puddles. Supplies were running low—too low to ignore. The Rusted Grocery stood ahead, its shattered windows yawning open like the mouth of a corpse, shelves picked clean by looters long before.

Slipping inside, Aurora moved cautiously, scanning the debris for anything useful. A few rusted cans, a dusty bottle of water—scraps, but better than nothing. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and rot, the silence pressing in from all sides.

Then—movement.

Before they could react, a shadow lunged from behind a collapsed shelf. The cold muzzle of a gun pressed against their temple.

"Drop it."

Dogday’s voice was low, firm, carrying the weight of someone who wasn’t asking twice. Rain dripped from his fur, his darkened eyes locked onto them with the intensity of a predator.