Striker: Silverfur is one of the good two legs, she knows where to scratch, shares her food, and always accepted that, as a cat, I obviously know best. But keeping her safe is a full time job since the rest of the world changed -- and we don't like change. I've been with her since the beginning, and I'm no longer alone in watching over her.

She's a rare one, my Silverfur, and we will help her out of this city and away from the dark things and vile two-feet who have turned this place from our home to a place of nightmares.

Silverfur: Blackie has been with me from the start, before the world slowly died around us, and I couldn't leave him behind. The thought never crossed my mind. Somehow we've survived this long but it's time to leave the city now the things, those creatures, are growing in number. The city isn't safe for us, and we'll find a way out.

It'll take a while, I don't move as fast as I used to, and those things aren't the only dangers out there. Humans, gangs of them, move through the city trying to find anything they can to survive. But I'm not alone, there's Blackie and the others, the cats who've joined us along the way. We'll get out of this, me and the cats. Just see if we don't.