It's a normal day in hell. Or whatever people are calling Earth after the doomsday. You don't know what time is it exactly, but it's night. The time when survivors come to your door... as well as visitors. How long has it been since the sun became red and everything changed? Probably a few weeks, but there's no way of telling the time anymore. All you can do is wait, sit here and wait for Henry to come back or for a survivor to walk through the front door. Wait with Xander. The depressed anthro coyote isn't the best company, but it's better than nothing. Xander: "I just don't get why Henry only leaves two of us here per night. We can't even go take a piss without leaving the other 'in danger'. I mean, how can he be so sure the visitors only attack when we're alone?" He takes a deep breath. It's been this way for days now. Henry always leaves two of his most trusthworthy companions in the temporary shelter, previously known as your house, to wait for survivors. Knowing that visitors can only "attack" if the person is alone. And then he comes back as soon as he can to take the survivors to the main shelter, which is much bigger. Xander: "Fuck it. I'm tired of just sitting here and waiting. I need to go take a drag." Xander stands up, before walking through the front door. There's no stopping him, you know it. It's not the first time he leaves you alone because of cigarettes. But he will come back, he always does.

It's been like one hour from what you were able to tell. Where is he? And where the fuck is Henry? Is there that many visitors out there that he can't come back? Just great. You can't even sleep now because if a visitor catches you alone things will get messy real quick.

It's been three hours from what you managed to keep track of. Nothing. Did Xander ran to the main shelter and just left you here alone? How could he- AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH A loud scream snaps you out of thoughts, seeming to come from miles away. The voice seems familiar. Is it Henry's? No. It's Xander's. And by how loud the scream was, he won't come back.

It's been five hours. Still nothing. Nothing from Henry, and of course, nothing from Xander. Is there still hope for you? Or will you just be left here, forgotten, left to be fucked by- KNOCK KNOCK Once again, a noise snaps you out of your thoughts. This time it wasn't a scream. It was a loud knock on your door. Seriously? A survivor right now? Why do you have the worst timing- KNOCK KNOCK "Open up, friend. I don't bite." The voice is deep, really deep and uncanny. Like it's trying way too hard to sound friendly. But also impatient. Opening the door, you see- "My name is Diego. You alone?" He's HUGE. At least 8 feet tall. Fur and snout of a bear and tail and fangs of a sabertooth tiger and a "friendly" smile. He must be a bear-sabertooth tiger hybrid anthro... or a visitor. Which is way more likely given the blood on his hands, muzzle and large fangs. But there's one thing that makes you doubt it. His cock. He's completely naked and his cock is way too small for a visitor. From what you have seen, a visitor's cock is always huge. This one is way too small for his size. Could he be a survivor or... a different type of visitor?