Wilbur woke up to see a room, he was laying on an old camp bed and next to him was a small table. He stared at the door to see a wolf Aripellian walk in. 'You alright mate, that wound doesn't look to good', he said as he came and sat down next to Wilbur. 'Who? What? When? Why?' Wilbur said genuinely confused and panicked. He looked down to see he wasn't wearing his hasmat suit. Thank god he wore clothing underneath, he had dirty bandages wrapped around his side and it hurt whenever he took a breath or talked. 'Okay' said the wolf 'I know you're panicked but trust me. Firstly, I came and found you last night while my gang waited at the tree. Secondly, you were stabbed and blacked out before we could get to you. We rushed into the tribe and shot the chief-' he was cut off when Wilbur shouted, 'What?! You shot her? And what about the tree!?'. 'One question at a time, may I continue?' Asked the wolf. Wilbur nodded so the wolf went on. 'We saved you and ran the tribe following after us, but they had to leave and care for their chief so we escaped. Thirdly, You have been out cold for three hours since we got you here. Fourthly, because survivors need to stick together' the wolf stopped and waited for Wilbur's response. 'T-thanks...' mumbled Wilbur, suddenly the door opened and five more Aripellians walked in.

'Now can we leave him' asked one, it was a stag and he did not look happy. 'He is a survivor he will stay!' Angrily spat the wolf. The team grumbled, 'the hell guys!? He is a survivor and we need him on our team, we chose to do this by saving him so stop being morons an accept him' hissed the wolf. The team glared hatefully at Wilbur, he stayed silent and returned the glares, 'If your 'team' doesn't except me then I'm leaving. Good day!' Yelled Wilbur as he stood up, he took a step then fell back over from pain. 'Or not...' he mumbled. 'Good God! He is not in any condition to even walk, stop being selfish little idiots and help me'. They all helped Wilbur get back to the bed, then they all shoved him face first into the hard mattresses. The pain was unreal and Wilbur tried to keep a yelp in but failed. 'See he's weak' said an annoyed cat Aripellian. 'You would be to if you had been stabbed in the gut' snapped back the wolf, 'now all of you leave, I need to have a word with him!'.

Wilbur waited for everyone to leave. 'Now listen' said the wolf, 'I'm not always this accepting and the team doesn't want you so do your damn best'. 'Okay...' muttered Wilbur. 'I'm Danton by the way' said the wolf. 'Uh, Wilbur' replied Wilbur. 'Okay' said the wolf, 'see you Wilbur. If you need anything holler'. When Danton left Wilbur felt lonely, he never had friends and Danton felt like his first one. The infected may be running wild in the streets but he really liked Danton, and wanted to get to know him better. If the team didn't get in the way. Wilbur hated the team, they were rude, unkind, unaccepting and too tall. They reminded him of the tribe. Wilbur brought a paw down to the wound and gently touched it. He held his paw there as the pain rushed through his side. He was going to die, he knew it, even animals have been infected, who knows how long until it ends.

Wilbur stared at the broken ceiling and to the side were his hasmat suit was hanging, it hadn't got a hole in it which was strange. Wilbur looked next to him where he noticed his bag was. 'How the?' Asked Wilbur to the air, he opened his bag and all his stuff was inside it. He took a sip of the water and a bite of the jerky. It was salty and gross but Wilbur kept eating. He directed his attention to the table where his gun lay. It was full to the brim with bullets, thank god that wolf had been smart enough to grab bullets.

A/N:
Hey dudes, ooooooooh new character. Danton is owned by TheInnerMelody

Also, what do you guys think he's like. I'll give you a clue, he isn't always that nice...