The world had become a dangerous place and only becoming increasingly dangerous as time went on. More and more people slowly being turned into beasts, and the virus doing what viruses do best: mutate. Various strands melding together as different infected fight, rape, and fuck one another for dominance, food, or simply because they are there. The beast becoming deadlier, more difficult to fend off... stranger.<br/><br/>Tonight did not seem like of those nights where Clara would get much sleep, her jeep and fire attracting the attention of new predators that roam that land. As she starts to drift off, her long range scanner gave off an alert of movement shortly before the sound of howls and yips can be heard on the wind. Coyotes by the sound of it, or more or less coyote anthros lost to virus and from the sounds of it there was quite a few of them. It was not long after that her turrets would come to life, the small explosions of rounds firing and being ejected out of the barrels.<br/><br/>The initial fire seemed to startle them off for a bit but it was not long before they returned, driven by their new found desires and instincts. Yelps of pain are heard as the turrets roar to life again and for a sickening moment one of the turrets jam. The alert coming on screen for a moment before it cycles through it automated clearing procedures and then the alert is gone, the gun rejoining the chorus of its brothers. Again the pack is driven off, the guns falling silent and barrels cooling once more. Whether from a loss of intelligence or simply some sort of desperation, the pack came back bringing with it another bout of gunfire. This time something really goes wrong with Turret 1, the mechanical failure almost heard over the hail of bullets as a critical failure pops up on the monitoring screen confirming its inability to operate without repair.<br/><br/>In time the guns would fall silent and so would the pack, whether all dead or completely driven off it was impossible to say. Everything read that area was clear again, but always able to change in a moment. Clara's luck seemed to hold out for the rest of the night thought. The night passing quietly after that, the sun rising in the morn and greet her... telling her she has survived another day in this godforsaken land.