Slinking through the streets of this city wasn't tough anymore. After months of avoiding these Lycothan patrols it was feeling more natural to be in the shadows than it was to be out in the open. This wasn't by choice, of course, but necessity if we were to retain our humanity from these alien invaders. Dark clothes were one thing but these were still wolfish invaders. We had to cover our scents with dirt, mud, paints, trash...anything to mask our human scent as we kept out of sight. With the major cities and towns occupied by the invaders and their transformed brethren, humans like myself had to create small settlements on the outskirts, sending scouts and scavengers into these cities for supplies and reconnaissance. Always on the move, these settlements were never permanent. It wasn't as hard as it was before to try and adapt to this nomadic life, all for the sake of keeping humanity alive.
But sometimes I feel it would be nice to finally have a home again.
I slipped through another alleyway, being light on my toes to make sure my shoes didn't make any noise. They may have comparable sight but their noses and ears were superior. I'd witnessed many of our group make one small splash or accidental footstep only to be a loyal member of their kind. It was fascinating, yet terrifying to see how all human memories and personalities were replaced with those of these werewolf invaders. How it happens is beyond our understanding as of now, and most of us that remain would rather evade these Lycothans than ponder about them.
I jump into a dumpster as a small group walk by, talking amongst each other. Their streaks made it clear they were warriors, though they weren't patrolling these streets. To them we're not a threat, merely toys. They continued to walk. I stayed in that dumpster until I no longer could hear their voices, and then continued to slink in the shadows. I was here for supplies: Food, medicine, perhaps a weapon or two just in case. Groceries and pharmacies were still intact thankfully, and it wasn't too difficult to get into the back storage of these places. Making my way through one alley I finally reach my destination and head into the loading dock of a grocery, looking through any leftover pallets for anything I can carry back.