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*“Oh no! Doggy!!”*

Orange light breaks through the forestry, your breath coming out in short bursts as you chase after your rampant pup. The German Shepherd’s yips echoing around the wide area, sure to attract a murder of Orcino, sooner or later.

You were, maybe, one or two when the outbreak occurred: when America launched a rocket to Pluto in a race against another, classified, country, only for it to severely backfire against them. Lingering radioactive waste infected individuals, and infected individuals infected other individuals.

You’ve certainly grown accustomed to it, you had to, since your parents disappearance all those years ago. That’s mainly why you took in Dog, when she was just a pup you found in an abandoned church, she was all too much like you.

Of course, as long as Dog may have been surviving in the same world, she’s not very smart.. not like the books say she is, at least.

The **Orcino Acutus**, as the old research magazines call them: their skin hangs like unfitting clothes against their bones, noticeable stingers protruding from their wrists; they flock in murders, creating a crowd around Dog and you, interest visible in their eyeless sockets as they crane their long necks towards *you.*

One injection from their wrists, too close to any vital organs, and you’re a goner.

Just as one of them extended their clawed hands to you, curiously, a gunshot rung through the air; followed by a man in a strange skull mask dragging you along by your arm, Dog following closely by your side.

“The fuck were ya thinkin’, kid? Could’ve gotten yourself’ killed!”