Slicing the corner of the next hallway, Tom cautiously steps forward, keeping his weapon
ready. He nods to Rebecca to indicate the hallway is clear. The step over a few bodies
laying still in the hall.
"How are you doing, kid?" Tom asks Rebecca.
"Don't call me that, I'm not a kid."
"How old are you?"
"I'm twenty two. Listen, you don't have to play stupid with me."
"What?" Tom asks, confused, but not losing his concentration on moving forward.
"I know you're a werewolf, I could smell you before you came into the cafeteria."
Tom stopped.
"I.. What? Excuse me?" Tom asks, somewhat bewildered. Was this a joke?
Rebecca faces Tom. "Just stop it, it's okay."
"What's okay? What are you talking about?"
Rebecca looks at Tom. "Wait, are you saying you don't know?"
"I wasn't bit by one of them! This isn't a good time to joke around, kid."
Just at that moment, one of the werewolves rounded the corner ahead of them, leering at
them, growling. Tom snapped back into action, bringing his shotgun back to aim at the
beast.
"Shit!" Tom shouted, squeezing the trigger. The blast of buckshot landed on his target,
the beast yelping and stumbling backward in pain. A crash behind them, Tom spun
around to see what it was. Two more of the wolves were coming down the hallway, slowly,
staring down their prey.
Tom cocked the weapon, firing again. The wolves were fast, they were able to evade his
fire, and gain ground on them. Tom cocked again, firing, hitting one, making it fall to the
ground. The other picked up speed as it prepared to lunge at them.
"Oh shit, oh shit.." Tom muttered.