The wind whipped through the alleyway in London. Water dripped from a broken drain nearby, and discarded papers and trash lay sprawled across the pavement. The city lay in darkness, most of the lights having been disconnected from the City's power grid. The man was careful not to make any sounds as he moved through the alley, and, daring, onto the main street. He took out a walkie-talkie and whispered, as quietly as he could,"I'm on the surface."
But that one whisper was powerful enough to sentence him to death. They swarmed from the abandoned buildings around, like insects. Each with teeth bared and their claws brandished against the night sky. Some came crashing through third story windows, preparing to rain down from above. He held up his machine gun, loaded with silver, and began firing at the werewolves. Most of his shots missed, the only ones that hit barely making it to a vulnerable spot on the werewolves' bodies. His screams were lost as they dug into his flesh, with each bite his pain grew. Blood flowed like water through the street, and the sound of meat being ripped off of bone filled the air. One tore into his voicebox, immediately silencing his voice. He spasmed a few times before finally laying limp on the street. His sking was comepletely gone, only some meat still on his bones. His eyes lay horrified in their sockets, blanking staring up into another sunless day.
The werewolves backed off of the body, except for one, who stood above the body, staring down at it. He bent down and picked up one of the eyes, cutting it from the ocular nerve and severing it from the dead brain. A smaller werewolf came up behind him. "You were right, Scott. The resistance sent their most inexperienced man." Scott slowly reverted into his human form, looking up into the sky. "That only means they have better ones than this at their disposal." He dropped the eye onto the street, squishing it under his foot.Scott turned and began walking down the street, away from the body an the two or three dead werewolves. "What about the body?" The werewolf asked. "Leave it. As a warning to the humans." Scott didn't even turn his face to the werewolf,"You told me you'd have that ship ready yesterday." Scott was waiting for a ship to carry him and some of his best wolves to the States, where all the food lay. The werewolf pleadingly looked up at him,"I know, Scott," Scott turned to the werewolf and growled,"You are only to call me Alpha, Do you unerstand!?" The werewolf cowered,"Yes, Alpha, and-"
Scott slashed at the Werewolf's neck before he had time to finish. Blood poured from its neck, not allowing it to speak. Scott then broke the werewolf's neck and sent if flying into a nearby shop window. "I never liked you anyway." He moioned for the next in line to the Beta position to come forward, and he walked back to the rest of the pack.
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