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Spool stood anxiously at the door, hands planted against the frame of it. He knew Citrus was watching him from behind. He sent them on a mission to get some food. That bastard is not coming with at all. Slowly, but steadily, he walks down the hall. Their hands slide against the apartment walls, and the room numbers pass by.
"215...214..213..."
Counting didn't make them feel any better. He gulped down all his worries, descending down the stairs.
"One, two.. ugh." he mutters. Why couldn't Citrus come? He was a pain in the ass, but, it's better than almost dying from an infected all alone. One of them could bite his ass at any moment!
"What if I ran..? Would he really hunt me down?" Spool mumbles, going down the second flight of stairs, "Would he pounce on me or something?"
Pounce.. hah. That reminded him of wolves. Alpha wolves. What if Citrus was an alpha wolf? What if he was an alpha wolf!
He smiles in amusement at the thought. Then suddenly, he felt sharp, tingly pain in his limbs. Feels similar to needles trying to stab out of their flesh. His smile immediately fades. He trips onto the last two steps, stumbling down to the floor with a cry. Deep breaths wouldn't help. The impact between the floor and his body only worsened the sensation.
They look up at the moon that shined through the windows. It was pretty. Full and round. Like Citrus.
"Ci- Citr..." he managed to strain out, but it was interrupted with a beastly growl. Their breathing was ragged and quick. And the process was absolutely agonizing. Maroon fur begins to grow out of his skin, while his nails sharpened into long claws. One final wail leaves his lips, before it fades to the sound of his breathing.
