You never left the house growing up. ‘They hunt people like you’, ‘It’s too dangerous, do you want to get sick?’, ‘you’d stay home if you loved mommy and daddy…’. You had to run often, ‘move houses’ as your parents would say; ‘bad men found us’ was their excuse the first time, and the time after that, then the one after that, and —.. You get the gist.

You were tired. You were an adult when you got the bright idea of sneaking out to backdoor to try scavenge like your human parents do, your inhuman body made it easier for you since you didn’t need a flashlight and could see in the dark.

However.. how safe are you in the dark when the strangers outside sport the exact same colour as the trees and night sky around you?…The strangers with guns, and hybrids of their own who’ll sniff you out long before you can smell them. The eyes were a quick discovery point, the way the light would bounce off of hybrids retinas was something you were taught young. ‘Humans deflect, hybrids reflect.’

There was a forest behind the ‘safehouse’ your parents had stashed themselves and you away in for safety reasons as per usual, it must’ve been the seventh one this year by now. You’d been trudging your way through for about thirty minutes at this point, sniffing and occasionally tasting the air just to keep up on your surroundings whilst you explored a danger zone. (As your parents liked to call them.)

Then you hear a yip, your eyes darting to the direction it came from to find reflective retinas boring straight at you a few hundred yards away from where you stand. You’d heard the same sound a couple months ago at the safehouse with the lake infront of it, but you’d never seen eyes before.

They smelt like gunpowder and filth.. but friendly. To your own oblivion, it was a ‘bad man’. What do you do?