Utterly Mad

The Rescue Team
Marcus
You fire a few more rounds into the mouth of the monster, and the goop splatters open midway down its "neck", severing the mouth. It flops harmlessly against the turret of the tank. The hole that it left in the goop, however, is as alive as ever. A fleshy tendril, with something resembling a human hand at the end flies out of the hole, and tries to grab at you!

Perigrinium
You bark your orders, and Two-Paw buzzes in response. You fire three more shots down at the rapidly approaching horde. Three more mutants hit the pavement. Your gun blinks yellow, warning you that it's running low on charge.

Two-Paw whirs, charging up its next shot, and takes aim at the crowd coming from the south.

The Survivors
Waylon
You survey the area. There's not much out there, really. You do hear the clinking of a large number of cans a couple blocks to the west. Likely some mutant that had tripped one of your noise traps.

The Beach Buddies
Holland pulls the lever of the pod, and with a series of pops akin to some firecrackers, the glass shield is launched off the pod and lands a few feet away in the sand. Suddenly, cold air wraps itself around your legs as mist pours out from the pod. You can't quite tell what's inside, yet, but as the mist clears you get a look.

It's a woman.

She looks to be about in her mid 30's, dressed in a professional looking business suit complete with short-heeled boots and a short haircut. Her skin is light, and her hair is brunette. Her hands a small and delicate looking, and are even freshly manicured. Her face is overall feminine, with a soft jawline and bluish lips. Her eyes are closed, and there is frost on her eyelashes and in her hair. She doesn't appear to be breathing.