This week was going fine, great even. Me, Tucker, and Birch were on a patrol with a few of Oscar's cats when Tucker shrieked as loud as he possibly could. We whipped around to see a cat latched onto his tail like a feral dog, refusing to let go. He only let go when I clawed his face, when he turned to me and latched onto my arm. I managed to get him off, but he tore off a chunk off of my arm. When he did, he spat it out and darted into the bushes. Tucker was on the ground, his upper half hoisted up by his arms as his tail soaked with blood. My arm also oozed teal blood, so we went back to the base. Shansu patched us up, but that rose the question. Who in the world was that? Clearly it wasn't a zombie, Tucker is fine, and I'm still half-zombified. He acted... off. Jittering, flinching, and scrambling around. Like he hasn't seen the light of day for years. Whoever he was, I'm gonna slit his throat because he hurt Tucker. I'm planning on bringing Tucker to the same spot to attack him.
Won a guy from a DTA, so putting him into some plans I had for him ;) Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1195151615/ First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/907928519 Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1193601865/
