Visitor.
'Visitors?'
Cain frowned, "Where did they say they were from?"
Susan's face was impassive as she spoke,
"From the Western Island."
Cain was now intrigued. He had encountered people from the East Island, and they all turned out to be nutcases. Would these ones be any different?
"I just hope these guys aren't crazy too..."
Susan sighed, "Well don't get your hopes high."
Following her through the corridors of the broken building, Cain walked into a room at the end of the hallway. It was modestly cleaned up with a few chairs. There was a collection of Mutant Beast meat on a small table in front of a group of humans dressed in mostly white.
At the head of the group was a man dressed in leather armor with a pit h black fur coat sitting on his shoulders. The moment Cain stepped into the room, their eyes met.
Cain's eyes narrowed, 'This guy...'