Getting about halfway to the rendezvous point, Tony surveys the area, seeing exactly what the area ahead looks like, and how close the werewolves are to catching him. He sees the explosion has finally started to calm down to a low fire as he notices shadows moving at a high speed towards his location. He picks up speed and uses all of his strength to reach the rendezvous point as fast as he could. Once he reached the area, he dropped his bags and met what he thought was a soldier wearing his uniform with his weapon at his side. It was only in moving closer and smelling thick musk in the air that he realized what he had walked in on.
He immediately started stepping back as he saw a brown wolf with a thick afro overhead, staring at him in specific. Somehow Lupe had ran ahead of him despite being captured and turned the entire ground force before he could get there. Every soldier was either a futa, a wolf, or both as they tore through their uniforms and destroyed their weapons, they developed claws, paws, fangs, and a similar thick musk that was common among werewolf futas. He had no choice, he had to flee, get to the lab with anything he could, and kill everything there.
“This is 92T reporting, the ground troops have all turned, this may be my last report in. The wolves are closing in on me as I’m making my way to a vehicle nearby. The tourist town I stationed at has been turned, the neighboring town has blocked off access to anyone for fear of a spread, and I’m almost out of strength and weapons. More than anything, I’m tired of being alone. I miss the guys, I miss talking to real people, I miss having good times by a campfire and not having to run for my life constantly. You want these monsters alive? Get them yourself, because I’m done.” With that, he chucked his earpiece and prepared for one last stand against the massive pack of werewolf futas approaching him.
With his mind set, he loaded a gun that the werewolves didn’t destroy, put some extra clips in his pants, sharpened a machete, and prepared to give them the fight of his life. With his eyes set on the approaching pack, he took the safety off of the automatic rifle, put his hand in the trigger, aimed, and…