Swiftcurrent Creek VR zombies

There was a song playing in his head. Clarence couldn't think of the name of it, or where it came from, but he did remember a man in all white when he thought of it. A sting at the back of his neck. Weird, rubbery hands grabbing him. But it wasn't bad, he thought. The song was good. Soothing.

So, he hummed it, splotched body traveling down beside the river. It was nice to be out after spending so long in... where had he come from again? It hurt his brain to think about. 

Large ears angled forward at the sound of footsteps up ahead. Good hearing on this one, echoes a voice in his head. But his eyes follow where his ears pointed and there was a very large and very red wolf, much bigger and spikier than Clarence. There was no fear in the boy, though, as he trotted forward. Absently, his ears registered the clinking of metal on metal from his bracelet.

"Hello," he said calmly, a smile stretching onto his lips. How long had it been since he'd spoken to another soul? Long enough for his ribs to show. "You're very big, sir. Is this your river?" Maybe he was tresspassing and the mud clinging to his fur belonged to the wolf in front of him. Clarence didn't know what to think about that, but he figured he should at least clear up who owned this place first. If he needed to leave, he would.