The height was intense, but I've faced tougher challenges. With my friends by my side, I took the leap. As I landed, I hit my head hard on some metal.

"You alright?" Falco called out.

"Yeah, let's move!" I responded. We sprinted to the Great Fox and sealed the doors just in time to escape the infected.

"Phew, that was a close call," Slippy exclaimed. "I wonder how this happened..."

"Yeah, me too." Falco responded.

You might be curious about the current situation, wondering what's really happening. The truth is, it's an infection - a zombie outbreak. My team and I have been tirelessly investigating, but every lead seems to reach a dead end, leaving us with more questions than answers. It looks like a cause will have to be found when people who know it first-hand come out from wherever.

"So what are we gonna do? It's quite dangerous out there." Slippy asked. That question bounced around my mind. A simple question that is really hard to answer.

"I don't know for sure, but if we absolutely need a foolproof last resort, we'll have to..."

"Don't even say it!" Falco cut me off.

I exhale deeply, stating firmly, "We need to contact Wolf and his crew." I start to feel uneasy, but I continue, "I know he's our rival, but he's our best option right now. And before you suggest getting help from Tricky in Sauria, this is a much bigger task." The room was silent and still. I don't know what my teammates think of this, but I do know they're probably not gonna get along with Wolf and his crew.

2 hours later...

"We should be close, keep a keen eye." I told Falco. Finding him was a pain, especially when the person you're trying to find is your enemy. Suddenly, a zombie came out of nowhere. "Falco, it's time again!" I kicked the zombie as it fell to the ground. "That was a close one."

Falco gave a subtle nod of agreement as we surveyed our surroundings. Suddenly, our attention was drawn to the sight of Wolf leisurely strolling nearby, tightly gripping something in his hand. Initially, my instinct was to dash towards him, but a moment of caution overcame me, considering the lurking threat of a potential zombie ambush. In hindsight, exercising restraint seemed like the wiser choice. We waited for the coast to be clear, and then we sprinted towards him, ready to get help. After all, we can't fight this infection alone.

"Hey, Wolf!" I exclaimed as I approach him.

"What do you want?" Wolf sounded annoyed.

"Well, we're looking for help fighting this zombie outbreak, and I am not sure if you want to help, but can you and your crew help?"

"Can we eat all of the junk food in your fridge?"

"Uhh, yeah, sure...?" That question was quite weird.

"Good, and I was gonna ask you for help too, heh heh."

Well, we got ourselves some help. Funny how things work out sometimes.

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