Wilbur Griffin was huddled in his lab, he was hiding under a table but he became more nervous as the growls came nearer. He tried to hold his breath and wait for the monsters to pass. One of the creatures let out a distorted yell, a large shovel had fallen from the ceiling knocking the things head off. Wilbur held in a scream as the creature's head rolled under the table. The other monsters yelped in surprise and started to crawl towards the table were the head had rolled. Wilbur waited for the right moment to strike, there was two more of the monsters and he had already taken down one of them. He held his pistol close to his chest, a historical yet powerful weapon. One of the monster drew so close Wilbur could smell it's rancid, rotting breath. He couldn't help it but yell and jump out from under the table. Mustering up all his courage and strength he shot one of monster in the skull causing it to drop backwards and smash multiple test tubes into pieces. The next monster roared and ran at Wilbur, the creature bit into his gloved paw. 'Ha! Good thing I wore these!' He said mockingly as the creature attempted to penetrate the glove. 'Sorry mate' he shot a bullet into the creatures neck and kicked a foot into it's head. It flew off like the other one.

Wilbur shot a glare at the creature who had broken his test tubes. He then searched the lab for anything he could take with him as he found the lab was not secure enough. His small bag was soon packed with two old nut bars, a bottle of water and medical supplies. He also had found a strong beer he had been experimenting on. He thought about leaving it then remembered that alcohol is great for wounds so quick as a flash he packed that too. He stared at the broken bodies of the creatures. 'I didn't know Amissis Mentis Imperium effected animals' he said to himself, the creatures looked like tigers to him. Maybe a lion, he couldn't tell thanks to the hairless bodies.

Wilbur stepped out of his lab into the polluted, broken streets. He heard a scream and a yell but he knew he was too late. He put on his mask and got his silver hair out of his eye and started to walk towards a car. The windows were smashed and the fuel was half empty but it still had it's key in place. Wilbur turned the key and stamped down on accelerate and off he went. He sped down the streets running down unsuspecting 'Zombies' These ones were definitely Aripellian. The looks of the infected was almost human except the ears, paws, tail, face and claws. The monsters had a satisfying squelch as Wilbur ran over them. He never expected to be such a feral driver, well, he never really knew how to drive anyway.