"Well," Rebecca said, "Let's face facts; we're trapped here."
"But we're safe," replied Tom, "At least for now."
"We won't be forever," Rebecca said, "And more importantly, there's a hospital full of people who are either going to be the main course or the enemy if we don't do something."
"Shit," Tom said, "I hadn't even thought of the patients."
"Yeah, that's the biggest problem. The werewolves have already begun to organize into packs, something they weren't doing a couple hours ago. A couple hours ago, they were simply mindlessly killing. But now they're getting organized. They've met armed resistance, and they've responded by wounding them. These guys know what they are. That's a problem. If they stay this organized, whoever the alpha is of this pack is going to go on a biting spree. If they somehow don't figure out what they are, they'll realize it at sunrise, a time when it's gonna be much harder to catch them,"
Rebecca said.
"Couldn't we just look for people with bite scars?" Tom asked.
"No," Rebecca replied, "Hell, you know as well as I do that werewolf bites heal up without scarring."
"Kid, I'm telling you, I WASN'T FUCKING BITTEN!" Tom said, angry at her repeated assertions that he was one of them.
"Fine, whatever," Rebecca said, sounding exasperated. "You want to play the whole, 'I'm not a werewolf' card, that's fine. You just sit here in the safe room, and I'll take care of this shit myself!"
"What the hell are you gonna do, Kid?" Tom asked.
She looked at him, a cold tone in her voice, "I'm gonna listen to my instincts. I'm gonna do what they tell me to do every time the moon's full." She slipped out of her scrub top and pulled her hair out of the tight ponytail it was in. She kicked off her plastic, non-slip shoes, and pulled her scrub pants down. "Gimme just a second," she said, slipping behind a small privacy screen that was nestled in a corner. Normally it would be used to shelter visitors to the morgue from seeing particularly gruesome bodies, or autopsies being performed.
"Wha-what the hell are you doing?" Tom asked. His heart was hammering, and he could hear his blood rushing in his ears.
"Taking care of this. Just push the "Door Open" button on the wall when I come out," she replied, sounding annoyed. She tossed her bra and then panties out onto the floor near Tom. "Mind folding my clothes all up in a neat pile? I'll need them come sunrise."