↳ 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹: 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙍𝙚𝙙𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙 - 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦

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[ any reader ]

Wandering through the maze of trees with nothing but the snow crunching beneath your feet to keep you from losing your sanity entirely, you sigh and eye the indistinct path ahead. Struggling to tell whether you're trekking in circles, a sudden roar pulls you from your thoughts.

Head lifting to view the lycan, you raise your gun as it jumps down from the ledge with a heavy thud. You're no stranger to these guys. Firing at the head and chest, you swiftly duck down when it leaps overhead. Another two shots and you're firing blanks.

Patting yourself and grunting when you realise you've used up all your ammo, you abandon the gun and make a beeline for the rest of the trail behind you. It growls and eagerly chases after you.

Ducking under branches and batting them away from your face, you grunt from the backpack weighing you down; making it difficult to sprint in a straight line.

Feeling a breath fan across the back of your neck, you leap up and grab onto a branch, swinging your body around a tree. The lycan reaches out but skids over the edge, plummeting far, far down.

Dropping to your feet and catching your breath, your head snaps to the side when another one races towards you. Taking a different path, you soon yelp when claws drag across the back of your leg.

Tumbling helplessly across the snow, you crawl backwards as it stalks closer. Teeth snapping and low growls rumbling in the pit of its throat. Literally stalking it's prey before it pounces.

A series of bullets are fired at the creature to warn it off and fortunately, it scurries away with a low huff of defeat.

Your face scrunches as you examine the wound. Not too deep but enough to hurt like hell. When a hand stretches out, you take it. "Thank you."

"No problem." You finally look up at the large man dressed in tight black clothes. The tactical gear doing nothing to hide his bulging muscles. You don't realise you're gawking until his voice snaps you from your daze. "What's your name?"

"[Y/n]. Yours?"

"Chris. What are you doing out here on your own?"

"Well, I used to live in the village until...this. Kinda just been trying to gather whatever supplies I can get my hands on."

"You're a survivor?" His tone oozes with both disbelief and surprise. He seems impressed that you've made it this far. Given everything you've been through, you are too.

"The only survivor. Started off with a whole group of us until we were picked off one by one. When there was only three of us left, we sought refuge in a house up there. But someone was sick. They turned, killed everyone. I was the only one who managed to get away."

"Sounds awful, I'm sorry to hear that."

"You look like you have more weapons than you need. Could you maybe lend me a gun? I hate asking for stuff but I could really use something to defend myself with. I ran out of bullets back there. Won't get far using my bare hands."

"You're going to go back out there? On your own?"

"I have nowhere else to go. This is still my home...sort of."

"You're coming with me. And yes, you may have a gun." You scan the weapon once your hands wrap around it.

"Thanks." He nods. "Um, where are we going exactly?"

"Far away from here." You walk alongside him, eyeing the size difference between the two of you. A flock of crows flee the tree above and you move closer to Chris, unintentionally grabbing his arm.

"Sorry," you murmur and pull away.

"Don't worry about it, you've been through a lot."

"You have no idea," you rub the side of your neck. He spares a glance at you over his shoulder while boarding the aircraft. A couple other men greeting you with a nod of their heads.

"Dont worry. You're safe now."

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