[center][i][h3]Keith Kratz[/h3][/i]
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A chance to be human again. How could he refuse? 

Regardless, Keith felt a bit squeamish in the chopper, and thoughts of what he would have to do for his freedom crossed his mind, among many other things. The wendigo hoped butchering bad guys would be all that is demanded of him, but he knew he was being overly optimistic. It was simply a matter of time till he would be asked to act like what he is, a monster. He probably deserved to rot in the camps. The craving he felt whenever looking over his would-be teammates assured him of this, and just about everyone else seemed to agree. The hunger served as a constant reminder in case he ever dared to think otherwise.

Gazing around at his fellow supernaturals, the wendigo felt out of place. There was the winged bombshell who seemed disinterested about this whole thing somehow. Keith envied her. Then there was the golden-haired dullahan with her head disconnected from her body. Keith envied her. Finally, there was the only friend the wendigo had left in this world, Kit. He was unspeakably grateful for his existence, yet Keith envied him. All of them had something that he did not: they could all be accepted. Attractive and [i]human[/i], they could all live among them without a problem, and Keith would be able to do the same soon; four years would grant him his freedom and he'd get to leave Camp Merced.

Immediately after the chopper landed and they were all greeted by their new babysitter, the skeletal creature unfastened his seatbelt then hopped out. He didn't know anything about whatever drill the new nanny was referring to, so he just figured it'd be best to stay close to the man, stay silent, and follow whatever orders are given.