Standing before her, tall and foreboding, was her supposed doctor...
His eyes briefly widened behind his long curtain of hair. Muscles bulged under his white coat, smoothly tracing every crevice of his body, slightly wavering in the ventilation wind...
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Trees and bushes whizzed past the fleeing she-wolf like a whirring tornado.
November wind hissed against her pale skin. The bruises and healing wounds whined under the cold pressure- pleading for warmth and humidity.
Her ripped swamp-green shirt served little protection against the winter.
Pebbles stuck to the bottom of the woman's feet. Small bloody droplets were left in her wake- though the pain was only added to the orchestra that's been constantly singing since she awoke at the grave.
In due course, the she-wolf slowed down until she stilled. Amongst her, standing like a herd, were four wolves.
They wavered and shook like ill seniors. Blank eyes stared on, whites clouding over like cataracts, with eyelids bubbled with infection.
Heavy paws shakingly took slow steps at a time—their unhinged and hanging jaws released strings of drool.
Regardless of their whitened eyes- she felt their gaze at her.
Calamity watched their noses twitch and take in her scent before promptly ignoring her.
She felt like a human disguised in the middle of a zombie swarm. None acknowledged her, shuffling around like mindless zombies, barely brushing against her cold legs.
The scrunching of leaves made her whip her head around.
A dirty blonde boy she knew all too well stood like a deer in headlights. His bright emerald eyes were wide in shock- his skinny legs trembling with uncertainty.
"Fuck-" She muttered and rushed toward him.
Noah panicked, but she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. Calamity rubbed his back quickly, trying to cover him with her scent.
"W-What-" Calamity immediately interrupted him, "Shut up." She snapped.
A stumbling rogue approached them like a timid deer. Its nostrils stretched as it sniffed and encroached upon their space. Regardless of her covering it up, the rogue was interested in Noah.
Calamity snapped at it and nudged it away. Her upper lip curled up to expose her sharp teeth.
She doesn't remember her teeth being sharp while in human form... was it always this way?
It hobbled backward with an uplifted snarl in return- but fucked off anyway. Noah's covered scent wasn't interesting enough for it to attack.
"What are you doing here?" Calamity quietly snapped at him- her hands clenching his arms hard.
Noah pursed his lips, "I... I don't know."
"Fantastic." She snarled.
Familiar scents raged past her like a waving wind and invaded her nostrils like daggers. The rogues surrounding them lifted their heads and sniffed the air, all taking immediate notice of the approaching wolves.
The rogues twitched and shifted with immense agitation. Their shoulders rose and fell with every harsher breath, and their eyes went wide with hunger.
"Go home." She spat quietly, "You're being reckless."
Letting go of the teenage boy- the brunette turned and sprinted into the distance.
Noah watched her run with a worried expression. His eyebrows were curved upward, and his lips were slightly parted as he contemplated what he had just done.
The patrol lept into the clearing, immediately spotting the teenager surrounded by four rogues. A black wolf bolted up to him and blocked his view of them, protecting the young boy from them.
More DC members tore into the rogues vigorously- shaking their heads and ripping out necks with tornadoes of blood.
Calamity dug her fingers under her metal collar, desperate to free herself from its cold bindings. The collar left red lines on her breathless skin, which was irritable and damp with moisture.
The metal chain waved in the mind over her shoulder. "Fuck this..." She grabbed and tried to pull the collar off as she ran, "... This fucking... thing..."
A heavyweight barreled into her and slammed her to the earth.
All air left her lungs like a deflating balloon. Her hands came forward to take the fall- dirt coating her pale skin.
"STAY ON THE GROUND." A deep masculine voice screamed at her from behind- pinning her to the ground with all of his body weight.
Fight or flight hit her like a roaring tsunami. Calamity flailed and swatted at the unknown man atop her.
"DON'T KILL ME!" Calamity immediately yowled, pleading for her life to be spared.
Calamity didn't know what to live for; she didn't know where her brother was, but her animalistic need to survive was as strong as ever.
She wholeheartedly believed this was unfair. Calamity was a hardworking, thinking, and breathing she-wolf. She knew rogues smelt bad, but she wasn't a rogue.
Rogues can't think- they're mindless zombies.
"THIS IS BULLSHIT! WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO WRONG EXCEPT SMELL BAD?" Her clouded eyes dripped with tears- mixing with the dirt and becoming irritable with pieces of sand.
"STOP RESISTING!" He roared- pinning her arms to the ground.
In her peripheral vision, she noticed the man's large, muscular, peach-skinned hands. Scars and veins covered his calloused hands—proof of a hardworking man who'd been through hell.
Dirt was wedged into his nails- his middle and pointer fingernails both cracked due to blunt force.
She spit dirt out of her mouth- her upper lip tilting up with a thunderous snarl. "DO YOU KILL HOMELESS PEOPLE OR SOME SHIT?"
The woman continued to struggle under his pin. A growl shook his chest above her- irritation lacing his heavy breath. His grip on her wrists hardened- regardless of the pain it caused.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP." He demanded, "YOU'RE COMMUNICATING- THAT MEANS YOU'RE NOT ABOUT TO DIE, ALRIGHT?"
"THEN WHY THE FUCK AM I PINNED DOWN?"
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