GIL
From the shaded underside of an abandoned, rotting car, a pair of yellow eyes peered out from the darkness. A fuzzy muzzle wiggled under the edge, scouting for any immediate dangers before receding a brief moment, only to be followed by the whole creature. Stretching, Gil squinted at the glare of the sun against the windowpanes- already the summer sun had made the morning just a little too warm for comfort. Not a cloud in the sky, either; the idea of rain had become a faint hope at best. Down the street, the city crumbled into forest, and the sounds of the green world were tempting, but also daunting. The infected were too unpredictable in there, with fewer places to run if one couldn't climb. Shaking his head with a sharp yawn, he towards the inner city, where most his kind lived, and kept an eye out for any other early-risers.
VALLIA
The pale vixen slept curled into ball, hidden in a den nestled in the roots of a tree, just big enough to fit her. A rustling in the grass outside her small den alerted her into wakefulness, and she cautiously inched forward to see what it was, when a mouse nearly landed on her nose before scurrying away. She laughed incredulously at her own foolishness, sitting down to allow herself to wake up fully. The thick canopy of the forest had created a suffocating atmosphere, and she felt more lethargic than usual this early in the day. Small animals squeaked and songbirds chirped, though, so she didn't worry about whatever threats lay hidden in the woodlands. The fact that they hadn't silenced themselves meant she was safe- for now.
HARVING
It would not be inaccurate to say that he would have gladly slept another five hours, if it weren't for the unfortunate positioning of the sun.
Brilliant idea, Harv, sleep in a display window...., he cursed himself as he tried to hide his eyes from the light with his paw. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, really, all closed off from view on the inside but... actually, he couldn't recall what sort of advantage he'd thought sleeping here would have. Disgruntled, he slunk out of the empty department store and licked his nose; the air was dry, and he had a sinking feeling that finding a good watering hole would be more trouble than he wanted to deal with right now. Pouting to himself over this inconvenience, he reluctantly rose and starting following the sidewalk- humans usually made these things lead to
something, right?