Storms didn't suite the creature. It hurt it's ears. Yet the creature didn't mind if it was the silent patter of rain hitting the house roof. It enjoyed the sound, something it had kept from human times.
Yet thunder storms scared the creature, made the creature hide with it's hands over it's ears, shaking in the corner. Thunder reminded the creature of the pain of the day it lost it's best friend in human times, the day it's Father attacked it's Mother in human times, the pain of the day the infection took over it's body, and made it so cold, made it hiss at everything too bright, made it's eyes burn so badly, it caused the creature to tear them out.
It wanted the thunder to go away. To leave and never come back. Everyday, the creature felt pain, like it was a sin and that God wanted it to suffer for everything. For war, for murders, for rape, for it's very exsistence.
When it was forced to leave it's fear hidden zone to ward off the intruder's from it's territory. No body came into it's territory, not even the infected. No infected would go near it after it had killed off every infected - including it's own pack.
It saw the other pack enter it's territory, and it started to growl, deep in throat. It noticed that the pack stiffened noticibly. It grinned, then frowned. The pack continued to move. It's growls grew noticibly louder, and noticibly angrier.
It's infection took over it's body, propelling it foreward and pinning one of the members of the pack beneth it. It angrily slashed at it's body, tearing out everything it could. It heard something click behind it, and felt pain shooting through it's shoulders.
It jumped away, going back to it's fear ridden hiding place, hiding on the roof, laying on it's back, letting the rain hit it's face. It felt the life drain out of it's body. Thunder boomed over head, and it cringed.
Thunder reminded it of pain, the pain of losing it's loved one's, of losing it's humanity.
Thunder reminded it of death and pain.
Thunder remindes him of freedom.