Victor ate his last piece of meat that day. It was deliciously roasted right outside of his gym-home on a bunch of burning firewood. "Would this be my last meal with meat?" he was wondering. He still has concerns for maintaining protein in his body, and he doesn't wanna cannibalize for it. He wants MEAT! RED MEAT! PORK, BEEF, LAMB! ANY MEAT! But his favorite was duck. Though right now, he didn't care what kind of meat he'd have. It could be bone-dry chicken breast for all he cared. What matters is to store some food, like a squirrel looking for nuts.

Vic carried his trusty wooden baseball bat with him, holding it tightly in his left hand, even though he was right-handed. It's for protection, and intimidation. He also very aware that the laws of the lands have changed. No more society, it's all anarchy, and it's either kill or be killed. He must be the Apex Predator. It's time to rule the world Victor Lennard style. While he was searching for food, he encountered a man who was wearing a filthy shirt and was apparently holding a rat. He also noticed something unusual. Several feet away from the both of them was MUTATED MONKEY!

"Hey dude! Watch out! There's a mutated monkey behind you!"