Cyrus
"Not a story of happiness I see. Well I have no sympathy to give so don't expect any." Cyrus continued to walk along stopping only occasionally to check his surroundings. "My story? Well that's going to take some work. I'll do my best though." Cyrus sighed and began.
"I was born into the dregs of the Cold War, pretty much after Nam ended. I was born in Russia but my family moved to London, England, when I was 4. I lived there for about 6 years before we moved to the New York. My father got a job working in New York. Then he died, killed in the 9/11 terrorist attacks. My mother took me and we moved to Seattle when I was 12 and I lived there till I was 18. I then went to college and got my PhD in medicine and minors in psychology, criminology, and forensics. This made me a prime target for the government and I became a top member in their field scientist unit where I met Eric. He was 19 at the time so I was probably somewhere around 26 or so. We worked together for about 4 years and then our assignments changed and we haven't seen each other till just now actually."
Cyrus checked over his shoulder and then to his sides, ax in hand just in case, before he continued, "I was originally assigned to the creation of this drug, actually when my assignment changed, but I quickly saw the flaws in it's creation. I objected repeatedly, but to no avail. The other researchers wouldn't listen to me. In a last ditch attempt to get rid of it I set fire to the lab but injured my self in the process. That's why I have the scars on my right cheek, eye, and the right side of my mouth. After the fire I was stripped of title and removed from the task force. Once the disease broke out I had no choice but to avoid the animals. I've been looking for any place that I can to find any possible information on this drug."
Eric
It was pretty windy up on the roof but he'd been in worse. As he looked out through his scope he saw Tass and Cyrus walking down the street. He swung away scanning for any signs of dogs. It seemed as thought the streets were empty though. Too empty. Suddenly something caught his eye. "Oh ****," he muttered under his breath.
"Cyrus," Eric called over the com, "You've got some trouble headed your way. There's a pack of....bears, about 10 total! I can support you on some but your going to have to fight them off as well!"
Cyrus
"Goddammit!" Cyrus said out loud. "We've got trouble Tass. Better get ready. Bears, 10 to be exact, headed over this way. Got anything better than that pistol?"