"Just stay close to me. Ain't no monsters going to take the Kerry sisters out, aye?" Lauren tried to keep her sister's spirits up as they ran. It was terrifying to just hear the mutants' howls on the wind, let alone fight one. Noting that more or less every creature in the wasteland world used their teeth, claws and brute force, Lauren took out her MP9 and advanced close behind Nathan, but not letting Sammy slip behind.

As they progressed into the small town, Viktor and John didn't fire a shot. There were Watchmen dashing around the buildings and small alleys. They were possibly mutated from dogs, cats or other four-legged urban creatures. They had fur ranging from brown to dark green, offering them some camouflage. They were fast, they hunted in packs, and they made quick work of anyone who worked alone. If Viktor or John fired the first shot and pissed them all off, they would have a small army bearing down on them in seconds - and despite their skills, even they couldn't handle this many. Spotting a cellar door, John ran up to it and smashed the rusted lock apart with a single smack of his shotgun's stock. He then stood beside it waiting for everyone else as Viktor climbed in and secured the cellar. It wasn't much, but if it would keep the damn Watchmen out it would save their lives for the night.