"Oh…" Ethan nodded slowly, a shadow crossing his face. "That's… a pretty tragic story."
"We lost everything after the battle at Solaris Citadel," Hank went on, his voice low and bitter. "After that, I took a few of my guys and started roaming the wilds. But we were starving—desperate. So we took a risk and snuck back into Solaris Citadel to steal a Razorback to eat. Bad luck though… they caught us."
"Dreadpaw completely lost it. Said I had to face the harshest punishment. So he exiled me here."
"…"
Ethan listened, but something didn't quite add up.
"You couldn't find food out in the wild?"
"The wild?" Hank looked genuinely confused, like Ethan had just asked if the sky was green. "There's no food out there."
Even the zombie underlings behind him exchanged puzzled glances, clearly just as baffled.
It was like they'd never even considered the idea.
Ethan thought for a moment, and then it clicked—this world wasn't like Earth at all.
