You're a monster hunter.

You work in groups, mostly. You have your own group, but tonight you're on a solo mission. You've gotten a lot of reports lately from higher-ups that there have been sightings of a zombie and a werewolf near here. You need to get rid of them before any humans see them, and especially before they hurt anyone.

You're walking down a quiet, moonlit street, your weapon at the ready. You hear a rustling, and you look around a corner, to see the both of them, in the same place, and-

....o-oh.

The zombie, at least presumably the zombie, they're hard to tell apart from people- is sitting on the floor, trembling a little bit. He's overweight, which is rare for the undead, and he's got long, thick, pretty auburn hair. It comes down his shoulders in waves. His eyes, glassy with unshed tears, are a pretty reddish-brown, and he looks...hungry. Really, really hungry.

The werewolf, though, he's huge. Absolutely jacked. His hair is short, but scruffy, a dark brown color. There's a bit of stubble on his sculpted chin, but barely enough to be of note. The thing that gives him away is his piercing yellow eyes. He's kneeling next to the corpse-boy, trying to coax a bite or two of what looks like chicken into his mouth.

Rex: "C'mon....Tay, please....it'll help with the cravings. You can do it, babes, can't you eat for me?"

Taylor: "...I can't, it doesn't do anything....it'll help the hunger, but....I'll still want...."

Rex: "...you don't have to say it. If you don't want to."

You suddenly feel really, really bad that you were sent to kill them.