*SLAM!* A door is swung open by a human kid, brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin, 6"5', and a big brain.
"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" The teenager says.
"Oh, Thornton! School is over already? Time does fly by. Well come on in, your father and I are in the living room." Mom calls.
"Gotcha. Hey, how's Uncle Vergil doing? I hope my nano bots are working on him." Thornton says.
"He's fine. Thanks to you, his zombie virus is going slow, and he even is talking again. And yes, he's been eating your meat plant. I wonder how they react to the strain's?" Mom wondered out loud.
When Thornton steps into his living room, he sees the usual: his red fox mom, his grey wolf dad, his lucky immune little sister, Uncle Vergil in his treatment unit, and a back up of his own armor.
Thornton's armor has some nifty features, such as a nanobots factory that makes the tiny machines that flow through his blood, keeping him immune, for the most part, from the virus strains. It also has a helmet that allows him to see in multiple wavelengths and tiny movements like a nose wiggling or an eye twitching. Next, it has bracers with long, thin plates of metal on the bottom allowing him to jump, run, grind, and reach better than he could without them. Finally, his finger guns, advanced hand bracers that, when his hands are in a finger gun orientation, they can fire triangular tungsten bullets from an infinite supply in a pocket dimension. He can also fire tranquilizer darts as well, if needed.
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