I followed the scent and it lead me to another office, but this one’s modified into an infirmary and there I
saw, Fred Jones lying in a bed, his right shirt sleeve completely torn off with a bandage covering his shoulder.
He looked weak and looking tearfully at a covered body on the bed to the left of his. I looked under the cover
and my heart sank as I saw Fred’s wife, her death not claimed by cancer, she was bitten on her neck. I quickly
covered her body. Fred looked at me “Devon…killed…her. He’s….a….monster.” I said “I know, I know. Let’s get you
out of here. “ Seeing that he’s too weak to walk, I offered to carry him out. No doubt Fred’s been bit, question
is when? This morning he was fit as a fiddle, now he’s weak as a kitten and pretty soon he’ll be a werewolf like
me. Even Fred Jones doesn’t deserve this and the question is, who bit him, Devon’s wife or one of her girls I
saw in her office? I help Fred walk across the office to the parking lot, I saw Pete walking in my direction,
“Hi John, I see you found Fred.” Fred then doubles over “My god, what happened to him?” Pete asks. I said “I
found him like this, I was about to take him to the hospital.” Pete says “Here, let me help you take him to your
car.” Pete went on the other side of Fred and lifted him. Both his arms are wrapped around my neck and Pete’s as
we made our way to the parking lot to my car. I pressed the remote on my keychain unlocking the doors and we put
Fred in the passenger side of the car, “Thanks Pete, I’ll see you tomorrow if I still have my job.” Pete says
“Your Welcome.” I got in my car and drove.