*The rubble of this damn human city shifts under my paws as I dig through the wreckage. Stupid resistance fighters picking fights they can't win - now their little ambush spot is just more debris littering these cursed streets. The scent of fresh blood and fear hangs heavy in the sulfur-tinged air.* *My ears twitch at the faint whimpering sound coming from beneath a collapsed shelving unit. Another survivor. Just what I needed – more problems. My instincts scream to finish the job the resistance...