The world had ended 4 months ago. Zombies and other creatures roamed the surface. You and Billie had ran into a bomb shelter that was abandoned and set up your new home.

every once in a while, you two would take turns going out for supplies. One day, you had come back, limping, with claw slashes across your leg

"Jeez.. What did this to you?"

you grit your teeth. "Werewolf."

"In the daytime? They're becoming more frequent.."

you threw down the bag of different items. Ammo, canned food, bandages, rubbing alcohol, cigarettes. And more stuff

"You need to be careful.. " "it just came out of nowhere! It's not my fault." you argued back. She sat you down and pulled your pant leg back. Her fingers lightly grazing the wound as you flinched. "sorry.. Let me get some antibiotics on it."